Since the shadow on the wall is trying hard to pull out the golden sword, we naturally cannot help it. Not only can we not help it, we must also ensure that the golden sword continues to be nailed to the wall as much as possible.

The upstairs is powered up, but it is different here. There is no modern equipment. When I raised my hand, the narrow room was illuminated by light.

"What is this?" Bian Pao was a little puzzled.

He and I both know that many things can be done through shadows, and those that affect luck are still small things, making people sick invisibly, and a certain body is useless, or even death is a big deal.

But it is really rare to save shadows on the wall.

"It is said that Master Bodhidharma sat in front of the stone wall for a long time, and later his shadow was left on the wall..."

I interrupted Bian Pao and said, "This is different from that situation. People are so sincere that they can open up the metal and stone. Besides, our history is constantly reincarnation. Maybe Bodhidharma was from many years ago, and maybe his cultivation is much higher than ours."

After I said this, the Bian Cannon was hit hard.

While talking, I looked at the shadow, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt it was twisting.

It may not be possible to say how powerful this thing is, but the weirdness is very high.

I took a few glances and pulled Lan Feng aside, preventing him from continuing to look.

This thing seemed to be able to seduce people's mind. I stared at it for a while and seemed to hear the gentle voice of a woman in my heart.

"Take the knife out..."

This sentence was only repeated for a half, and I shook my head gently, and the voice disappeared immediately.

The reason I pulled Lan Feng away was because he was fascinated by the sight, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes, so I pulled him aside.

Lan Feng seemed quite dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say anything in front of me, so he stopped talking.

"Does this thing have its own will?"

Bianpao also stared at it for a long time. He should have heard what I just heard.

I'm not sure what happened now, so I didn't nod or shake my head.

Yes or not, I have to continue watching.

Looking at this shadow, I could not tell anything, so I could only find a faint breath of the divine spirit from the golden sword and the black shadow.

I have entered the residence of the Water God, the Dragon Palace, and also seen the divine seal, so I have some understanding of this power that is somewhat similar to the magic power but is completely different.

Before, I thought that Lan Guoren’s fortune was to raise the little ghosts, and in the end, the improper way of asking the little ghosts attracted revenge, but now it seems that Lan Guoren is more courageous than I think.

I sighed and looked at the ground beneath my feet.

There used to be a Wulang Village here, now it is Wulangquan Villa. Most of the peak that doubles up is called Wulang Mountain.

I couldn't see much from the shadow, so I gradually focused my eyes on the golden knife that nailed the shadow.

I reached out and touched it gently. The knife was not only golden in color, but also golden in material, at least on the surface.

The golden sword seems to be solid, and its value is absolutely unfavorable.

There are a lot of strange words engraved on the surface of the golden knife.

It is still the kind of divine text that is circulated among the mountain gods and river gods. Since it can be retained on different golds, it has no requirements for the carriers, which means that this kind of text can only be regarded as a fake divine text.

I carefully looked at the patterns and words on it and could see that although I don’t understand such words and don’t know many, the function can be seen.

One of them is soul-destroying.

As the name suggests, it is very simple, it is to eliminate the soul.

I have to say that this method is a little simpler and the effect is not very good.

If the effect was that good, this shadow wouldn't be nailed now.

The rest should also be the function of trapping the soul and soul, and I don’t understand this very well.

But obviously, the subject to dealing with was not trapped, had already run away.

Since the golden sword is completely new, I can see dark purple marks left in the patterns on the blade.

"This is blood, I just don't know who left it."

If all this was done by Lan Guoren, the master of the bloodstain is likely to be him. Some people are not strong enough, so they can only use the blood containing their own spiritual energy to push them up.

In addition, blood cannot be imitated. Except for the descendants of the direct descendants, the similarity in the bloodline is very low. This can be used as a means of identification to identify whether the person is his descendant or his descendants.

Of course, the blood may also be from the Shadow Master, but it seems to be a place for worship. There should be statues of gods instead of flesh and blood, so the possibility of being the Shadow Master is not very high.

I thought to myself, and continued to look at the patterns on the golden sword. The stones from other mountains can be used to polish jade. Although the methods left on the golden sword are not very clever, there are also some references.

Bian Pao and I both had this idea, even Lao Bai was the same. Lan Feng was waiting on the side so anxiously.

As we kept watching, the shadows on the wall seemed to become clearer.

From the original stickman appearance to a specific appearance, the tall crown and robe seemed to dance on the wall.

This person looks like the crazy life in the film and television works in books and movies.

I didn't care about the request of Black Shadow to pull out the golden sword, but asked directly:

"Who the hell are you, I know you can hear us."

The golden sword obviously has no will, so I said it to this black shadow.

The black shadow continued to rotate and jump in our eyes, and kept shouting, asking us to pull out the knife.

I feel something is wrong now. Although this shadow looks a little wrong, it gives people a feeling that it is not very evil and has no evil spirit.

I think there might be something wrong with it, so I thought about trying to communicate with it.

But now it seems that my idea should not work.

As for pulling out the knife, it is impossible under the current circumstances.

So I gave up talking to this black shadow, walked aside, and began to check on other things.

What's wrong here is that I don't believe that Lan Guoren can clear all clues.

Of course, after so many years, even if the signs of his stay were obvious, we might not be able to find out anything.

I mainly wanted to find some obvious records, but there was no one here.

After walking for a long time, I brought Lan Feng back again, but he couldn't find anything.

There was no way, I could only turn my sight back to the black shadow.

The shadow has no real form, but there must be a way to deal with it in the world when it manifests itself outside.

So as soon as I stretched out my hand, the fire of pure yang emerged in my palm.
Chapter completed!