Chapter 913 Luo Clan

Wang Wuji didn't dare to make the slightest move.

He is like a sculpture.

The moment he heard the ethereal hoarse voice, he knew that he could do nothing but answer the question.

The words of the sage came from the void.

Like the wind, also like the whisper of death.

At this moment, he no longer doubted that this boy could kill Yeyouzi.

Wang Wuji said seriously: "The water of the Three Rivers in the West Pole is where the Gandharva tribe is located."

Yang Wu was excited and excited.

He is late, but he is not too late either.

At least he can still hear news from his relatives.

If it was for the purpose of selecting and choosing Tianjiao Daozi, then my sister must still be alive.

Compared to him, who awakened after death with three eyes, my sister was born with three eyes. She must be a unique genius, and she will definitely be well cultivated and treated.

If his sister had a bad life in the Gandharvas, he would take her back, and for this, he would risk his own life without hesitation.

Tu Shanjun rarely encounters monks who are so aware of current affairs.

But no matter how well he knew the current affairs, he was already a dead person in Tushanjun's eyes.

Kidnapping, assassination, human trafficking, each of them is enough to kill him several times.

To this day, he has not died simply because he has not met anyone who would take his life.

"senior……"

"I don't believe you."

Wang Wuji's eyes widened sharply.

But before he could make any move, his body turned into ashes and spread on the bench behind him.

Such a rapid demise made Yang Wu unexpected.

At this time, Yang Wu suddenly became a little afraid of the adult in the void.

He couldn't think of any other adjectives.

In his eyes, the monk had answered the question, and even if he was guilty, he should be let go and given a chance to reform.

In Yang Wu's world view, as long as he can find his sister, as long as his sister can still live well, he doesn't mind sparing their lives.

Even sometimes too strong a deterrent will make them jump over the wall, endangering themselves and their loved ones.

Therefore, he felt that Tushanjun might have taken action to resurrect his soul.

Use the soul of the Yin God to fill that holy weapon that looks full of magic.

Yet he was a little grateful.

Thank you for your help.

At least at the moment of Wang Wuji's death, his heart was filled with a sense of joy unconsciously.

It was a kind of satisfaction that was achieved. He wanted to see these people get the retribution they deserve. He couldn't do it before because he didn't have the strength, but now someone can do it for him.

"He...must be a weirdo...!"

He wanted to say the word "hero", but thought about it and swallowed it.

Because in Yang Wu's eyes, that gentleman is more like a big devil who does whatever he wants but has great principles.

"It doesn't matter whether it's a devil or a hero."

"..."

Human beings are inherently complex and changeable, full of confrontations between black and white, and even Tu Shanjun, who has reached the Void Refining Realm, is no exception.

Just because the entanglement between love and hate is always accompanied by violence and death, he seems like a god of death, and the life will wither wherever he passes.

…

"Why do you want to kill him?"

"He already said it."

"Is it because killing him can save many people invisibly?"

Yang Wu looked at the tall monk beside him with admiration, as if he felt that after several days of thinking, he finally understood Tushanjun's behavior and knew that he actually killed people to save people.

See the surprise and joy in Yang Wu's eyes.

That is a kind of longing.

Tu Shanjun could have followed what Yang Wu said, but he did not say it. Instead, he said very calmly: "Because there is no psychological burden when killing evil people."

"Killing the wrong person will be very painful."

Yang Wu looked at the tall monk beside him in astonishment.

He asked relentlessly: "What if he is a good person?"

Tu Shanjun said: "If we meet a good person and he points the way for us, not only will I not blame him for not helping us, because it is not what he should do, but I will prepare enough rewards for him and try my best to help him.

Possibly take care of everything.”

"What if he is a good or bad person?"

"If he is good or not."

"If you know the current affairs, you will live; if you don't know the current affairs, you will die."

"..."

Tu Shanjun's voice was very cold.

It was a kind of indifference, as if there was no emotion at all.

He was not impatient with Yang Wu's inquiries and answered every question seriously, but he always looked cold. Even if Yang Wu deliberately approached to find a topic, he would still answer with a frosty face.

Yang Wu couldn't help but be disappointed.

He didn't want to break his promise, thinking that he could survive by relying on emotion.

He just felt that Tushanjun was lonely.

At least before his life was taken away, he could still play some role, talk, and relieve his boredom.

I just don't know if it's his boredom alone or the boredom of two people. Maybe it's just him, maybe it's both of them. The two figures, big and small, set out on the journey again.

…

Three Rivers of West Pole

The memories obtained by soul searching record this vast realm.

Sanchuan is rich in water.

The person who adopted my sister was a god-incarnation venerable.

This Venerable has no children, but when it comes to the interests of the ethnic group, she must contribute her own strength, so she bought a child from the organization.

It is said that this child is a born three-eyed ghost. After being tested by the organization, he has extraordinary talent. If he can grow up, he will definitely shine.

She had tested it herself, but she didn't need to test it. She was already sure of it the first time she saw the child.

In the end, the spirit stone was delivered with confidence.

It has been three or four years now.

The little baby back then is now a tall and graceful girl, and even Yang Wu would not dare to recognize her standing in front of her.

"Master!"

The girl bowed her hands in salute.

Respectfully pay respect to the woman standing not far away wearing a mask and wearing a blue-gray robe with her hands behind her back.

The woman revealed a pair of eyes that were as light as water and stretched to the sky. A look of satisfaction flashed in her eyes, and she said with full of kindness: "My disciple has already started to master the magical skill of Ganda Datian, and will soon complete the first step. Okay, okay, okay! It's not in vain." After many years of training as a master, a disciple with such talent should be able to outdo his master and become better than his master."

"Thank you, Master."

"Why."

"Why are you and me, master and disciple, so polite?"

…

Under the big tree.

In the shadows.

Yang Wu burst into tears and stared blankly at the girl with a bright smile. He murmured softly, but did not step out of the shadows to meet the girl. We were already separated forever. What would he do as a dead person to meet a living person, let alone him? His life no longer belongs to him.
To be continued...