Yun Song put away his sword with a gloomy face.
At this time, he discovered that the sword was thick and had no sharp edge, and the blades on both sides were blunt.
He put away his sword and went to put away his gun in the coffin, and helped Qian Quanxing up.
The old man was quite miserable. His forehead was swollen like a pimple, which was obviously hit by a shell gun.
Looking at this scar, Yun Song had an idea in his mind:
The figure who appeared earlier hated Qian Quanxing, and he deliberately controlled the shell gun to knock him out.
Thinking of that inexplicable figure and those even more inexplicable words, he was completely confused.
Something's wrong!
Everything is very wrong!
He called Wang Youde in to help Qian Quanxing, and then he went to put Linghu Yuan down.
After Linghu Yun landed on the ground, he immediately changed from a dead state to a lively state. He jumped up and down with his eyes wide open, just like Erha playing the drums.
Yun Song was upset, so when he saw this, he said impatiently: "Okay, stop playing tricks, I'm not in the mood to tease you."
Wang Youde said cautiously: "Sir, Linghu Yuan may not be playing tricks. The ground is quite hot. Is it so hot that it can't stand on it?"
Yunsong was stunned.
He quickly picked up Linghu Yu, whose eyes were already dim with tears. It raised its front paws and smelled it.
There is the smell of barbecue...
Wang Youde asked again: "Master, has that water monkey come?"
Yun Song nodded gloomily.
Wang Youde asked again: "Then what will be the result of your fight with it?"
Yun Song did not answer, but asked him: "How tall is Mr. Shenji?"
He gestured to a position half a head higher than himself: "Is it this high?"
Wang Youde thought carefully and shook his head: "No, he is about the same height as you."
Yunsong nodded silently.
He suspected that the figure just now was Mr. Shenji.
Of course, this was his random suspicion, and the success rate was not high. Now it seems that his suspicion was indeed wrong.
He asked Wang Youde to take care of Qian Quanxing, while he took Linghu Yuan away.
Wang Youde asked: "Zhenren, Water Monkey..."
"There are no more water monkeys. The water monkey crisis in the town has been resolved." Yun Song said without looking back.
Wang Youde was immediately overjoyed: "The real person is really capable of reaching heaven!"
Qian Quanxing slowly woke up and turned around.
After he woke up, he said confusedly: "Master, that water monkey seemed to be talking before?"
Yun Song nodded: "It said, 'Don't dare to die.' What does that mean?"
"Isn't it 'Don't mind your own business'?" Wang Youde said subconsciously, "I have a relative who has a big tongue, and that's how he talks."
Yunsong was startled.
He thought about it for a moment, and the two sentences were really similar.
Everything was full of mist tonight. Seeing Qian Quanxing wake up, Yun Song went back to the room and sat down tiredly.
This time he was not physically weak, but mentally tired.
After traveling through time, he thought about his situation.
Because he traveled through time as a whole person, rather than traveling through soul or body, he was worried that he had no identity information in this world.
Of course, his current identity is that of Taoist Master Four Eyes, but this is a lie. When Taoist Master Four Eyes sees him, he will reveal his identity as a fake.
As for where the real disciples of Taoist Master Four Eyes went? He didn't know.
According to his plan, after he came down from the mountain, he would find a way to integrate into the world, and then get rid of his identity as a disciple of Taoist Master Four Eyes, and change his identity to live a new life.
This was also the reason why he never mentioned that he was a disciple of Taoist Master Four Eyes after arriving in the old town.
Deep in his heart he always had the thought of traveling back in time.
He thought that since he could travel through time to this world, there should be a way to travel back to earth, right?
To be honest, he missed home and his parents.
He wants to go home.
But what this dark shadow said to him tonight shocked him.
He has an identity in this world, and even has a family. It seems that his family is not a thing.
Not only that, according to this man's words, he himself is a pitiful person.
Here comes the problem.
How pitiful are you?
A guess suddenly appeared in Yunsong's mind: Could it be that this person knew that he was a passive time traveler, so he said he was pitiful?
If this speculation is true, then he said that water monkeys are also pitiful people. Could it be that water monkeys are also time-travelers?
He shook his head and gave up this guess.
This shouldn't be the truth.
It was getting late. He had recited the Purana for half the night and shot a bunch of guns. He was mentally and physically exhausted, so he blew out the candles and went to bed.
He was about to close his eyes when he suddenly thought of the black shadow's reminder to him: The Qian family can't trust it, and the people in the old town can't trust it.
So he thought for a while and became the Luotou clan, preparing to fly out to see the situation of the Qian family and Laozhen.
As a result, when Luo Tou appeared, his eyes were stabbed so hard that he couldn't open them!
What is so awesome on the table? It’s so dazzling!
He squinted his eyes and saw that the black sword on the table changed from its ordinary appearance to become extremely domineering!
In Luotou's eyes, this sword is no longer black, but has turned into a golden, golden yellow!
There were complex lines on the golden sword hilt, which he couldn't see clearly because it was too bright.
The originally uncut blade became extremely sharp, and the shining golden light flowed on the sword. It was this golden light that stung him and made him unable to open his eyes.
He quickly transformed back into human form.
Then the sword on the table turned black and plain again.
Yunsong knew.
This sword is not for living people!
He became mad again.
Now he could clearly see the appearance of the golden sword.
The wolf has no head, and I don't know how they see. Anyway, they don't see with their eyes, because the light from this golden sword no longer blinds him.
But he still didn't dare to look directly at the golden sword. This time it had nothing to do with the dazzling light, but the heavy pressure it carried, which made him feel heavy in his heart.
This feeling was a bit familiar. He recalled it carefully and remembered that it was almost the same feeling when he was watching the teacher's pointer in elementary school.
He reached out to hold the golden sword, and then he could no longer put it down...
This is an instinct.
The wild man instinctively grasps the golden sword and refuses to let go, just like a thirsty boy who has found his destined fair-skinned and beautiful elder sister. This is true love!
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He became human again.
Then the black sword disappeared!
There was only an empty white porcelain box on the table.
He looked at the Crazy Yin Coin in his hand.
The words on the Yin coins were changed to: Horse-killing Madness.
The image on the other side has also changed, turning into a headless ghost holding a big sword.
It seems that the madman has a weapon and has completed a strength upgrade.
It's a pity that he doesn't know the identity of this sword.
But what is certain is that this sword is awesome.
No wonder the black shadow said that this was the water monkey's half life, and now this sword is the wolf's half life.
With Jin Jian's interruption, he no longer wanted to go out to explore the Qian family and the town, so he simply put down the mosquito net and fell asleep.
I don’t know if it’s because of his physical weakness, but he falls asleep quickly now.
Just when he was sleeping soundly, there was a throbbing in his heart.
It was as if I was sleeping on the desk in a high school self-study class, and then the class teacher appeared in front of the desk and leaned over to look at me...
He shuddered and opened his eyes.
But he didn't seem to open his eyes.
He felt that he saw the scene in front of him and the head of the bed, but he vaguely felt that his eyes were still closed.
Ghost on the bed!
He hurriedly recited Buddhist scriptures silently in his mind, and then suddenly remembered that he was now a Taoist priest.
At this time, a voice sounded vaguely next to him:
"Yunsong, what did you take at the end of the Xulong Vein?"
Yun Song felt in a trance.
He subconsciously followed the question and answered: "I didn't take it, I didn't take anything - no, I haven't been to Xulongmai!"
"No, you went and you took something. Think about it carefully and tell me, what did you take?"
"I don't even know what you're talking about!"
"This thing is very important. You must remember that whether it can save your life or whether it can save my life depends on this thing."
"But I have never been to Xulongmai!"
"You have been there, something happened to your memory, you have forgotten a lot of things, but now you don't know what things you have forgotten."
"I have no problem with my memory! I even remember that the first teacher on my computer was Nozomi Aso!"
There was no sound again. After a long time, the sound came again:
"well!"
A long sigh, a long sigh full of sorrow and hardship.
Yun Song didn't know what experiences the person who made this sound had. Anyway, after hearing this sigh, he felt inexplicably sad and felt the urge to cry.
At this time, something secretly bit his toe.
It doesn't hurt.
But the emergence of the feeling allowed him to regain control of his body. He shuddered and found that he could move.
Then he couldn't help but start breathing heavily.
It's just like being freed from the ghost bed before.
Linghu Yun slipped away from his feet.
It was obviously the one who woke up Yunsong just now.
Yun Song sat up from the bed and stretched his hand to the corner of his eyes.
The back of my hand was actually a little moist.
He really cried.
What happened to the sound just now? Is it a hallucination like a ghost pressing on the bed, or is it real?
What was going on with my subconscious answer?
Huge doubts and tension appeared in his mind.
A slight sound of 'tap-tat-tat-tat' appeared at the corner of the bed.
He turned around and saw Linghu Yuan escaping to the corner between the bed and the wall.
It squeezed into the corner of the bed and stood leaning against the wall, with its front paws hanging on its chest and squeezing back with wide eyes.
Just like a little friend being stared at by an aunt in white with a needle.
Weak, pitiful, and helpless!
The clicking sound came from Linghu Yu's mouth, and it was so frightened that its teeth chattered!
Yun Song's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Has anyone really been here?"
Linghu Yu rolled his eyes, stretched out his legs, stared and stuck out his tongue.
Pretending to be dead again!
This time, the pretending was particularly realistic, and the tail was stiff and straight...
Yunsong stood up and blew up the wind, which then caused a photo to float to the ground.
There was no doubt that there were no pictures on his bedside before he fell asleep.
There is no doubt that the conversation just now was not an illusion, someone did come.
And this person may be the dark figure who rescued the water monkey tonight.
He picked up the photo and went to the window to look at it in the moonlight.
The photo is in black and white and has poor quality. The white areas are pale and the black areas are pitch black.
But it should be quite new. It feels smooth on both sides and even smells like ink.
The pale moonlight shines through the half-opened window, illuminating the image above.
There was a row of people above, and Yun Song counted nine people.
Nine strangers.
Nine people are lined up in the photo, wearing the same clothes, all black tights.
The postures are also the same, with expressionless faces, legs tightly closed, hands folded on the lower abdomen, and eyes closed!
It was enough for one person to close his eyes, but all nine of them had their eyes closed.
This made him more and more uncomfortable.
The faces of the nine people were not very clear, so he rubbed them with his fingers.
As a result, the faces of everyone in the photo changed, and he thought he had blurred the photo.
It's not like this.
Some ink was rubbed off.
Nine more completely different faces were revealed.
The face on the far side is clearly his face!
You can't go wrong with this.
It was his own face that he was extremely familiar with!
But this is impossible!
He was in shock and felt something rubbing on his leg.
So he lowered his head subconsciously.
Linghu Yun didn't know when he slipped over.
The little thing stood firmly against the wall, its long mouth like a dog's mouth kept moving upwards.
Yun Song subconsciously raised his head.
Chapter completed!