The rock murmured to himself, only when you have been far away from your hometown can you appreciate it.
A different sky, yet so familiar. This is the place where I was born.
There is a pavilion on the road ahead, and everything is so familiar.
The big golden-haired mouse was still sleeping soundly in the pavilion, and the black chain around its neck was still hanging on the top of the pavilion. Nothing had changed.
The old man with a sparse beard was sleeping under the steps at the entrance of the pavilion with a lump of dirt on his pillow.
"Whoop, whoop."
The old man snores loudly, and his teeth gnash from time to time. His white teeth are distinctive and can be said to be unique.
There are two large teeth in the middle, and the rest are teeth as sharp as daggers.
Anyway, Rock has never seen that person with such teeth.
The lump of earth on my pillow is also so unique. It actually stretches out its chubby child's hands and feet, making supporting and pushing movements from time to time.
But it was useless. The hands and feet were too small, too short, and there was no place for strong support.
How could such an old man be pushed?
Especially so, the little guy seems to be tireless and keeps working hard.
At the same time, he scolded the old man repeatedly.
Maybe the old man is used to this kind of life. No matter how noisy the little guy is, he still snores like a thunderous and sleeps like a dead pig.
"Old immortal, let me go and let me get up."
Such sounds sounded from time to time, feebly, like murmurs in sleep, all coming from that lump of earth.
There is one and no one, just like the kind where you just curse when you think of it, feel sleepy, and take a rest when you feel tired.
Rock saw the clod of dirt pillowed under the old man's head, and heard the clod's cry.
I felt a sense of guilt for no reason, because I remembered that the last time I came here, it was this clod of soil that helped me escape from the clutches of the old man.
But he didn't expect that the clod would become his substitute and he would be tortured by the old man for how long.
I feel sorry for the little guy.
If the little guy hadn't helped him and held the old man back, he wouldn't have been able to escape so easily.
Seeing something like this today, I can be sure that the little guy has been under the control of the old man.
Maybe that's when it started.
If so, what kind of sin has the little guy suffered after such a long time?
It’s conceivable!
Shi Yan was filled with emotion. If he hadn't come back today and saw it, he didn't know how long the little guy would have suffered.
I hated the old man from the bottom of my heart.
No matter what, we have to let the little guy escape from the torture of the old man today.
"I'm back!……"
Rock yelled, it was intentional, just to scare the old man and see if he could make the little guy escape when he saw the opportunity.
It also helps to prevent yourself from using any offensive weapons when dealing with the old man.
This roar really startled the old man.
For many years, no one has been here, and even if they were, they wouldn't shout like this.
The old man's head was curled up in a ball, looking around nervously, looking so shrunken.
The small clod of soil rolled and crawled away, with fat hands and feet as if it was crawling, but at a very fast speed. In a blink of an eye, it was far away, so it stopped, turned around and looked back.
"It's you! You actually dare to come back. Come on, I will let you become God's pet."
The old man turned over and stood up. He was hunched over with one hand behind his back and stroking a few sparse beards with the other. His little eyes were darting around, wondering what bad idea he was thinking.
You can tell at a glance that it's not a good thing.
As he slowly moved to the middle of the road without leaving a trace, Yan Yan knew what his plan was, that he was going to block the road and rob him again.
Poof
Rock sneered, having already seen through what he was doing.
Still as bad, cunning and weird as ever.
"Okay! No need to act, don't I know what you want?"
Shi Yan curled his lips indifferently, this old man was so bad that he had to block the road.
"Hehe! I thought I would never see you again, but I didn't expect that there would be people who threw themselves into the trap. Little guy, don't even think about going out. The outside world is very exciting, but if you can't go out, how can you, Yanrong Dao,
Those who passed it would not have dared to pass it even in my heyday."
The old man changed his shrunken look just now and puffed out his chest arrogantly. His long nails picked at his white teeth. His eyes roamed over the rocks from time to time, making him drool.
"Tch, didn't I come back from outside?"
The rock is telling the truth, but unfortunately no one believes it.
Especially since the old man fell asleep just now and didn't see which direction he came from.
In his impression, except for that person, no one could come and go freely from here.
That's why I said this, and I felt that the rock wanted to get out through this place.
"Haha! Boy, don't talk nonsense. You sneaked out while I was sleeping. Let me tell you, going to that place is in vain. You can't get out."
The old man was sure that the rock had sneaked past him.
The rock doesn't make any excuses. Whatever you think, just make yourself happy. I don't care. My goal has been achieved anyway.
"Come on! I will make you God's pet, and you will receive God's favor!"
The old man was talking and dancing. His little steps were so magical that he couldn't stop at all.
The two hands are constantly raised and lowered, the waist is hunched, and the legs are curled. The key is the toes and heels. Sometimes the toes touch the ground, sometimes the heels touch the ground. It feels like stepping on a fire and it burns the feet.
Rock's eyes stared straight, and became dull as he danced, as if he had lost his soul.
She actually danced to the old man's rhythm, but she didn't really dance.
It's just that I lost myself and my mind was taken away.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Old guy, he's hurting people with his magic steps and ghost dance again."
A small clod of soil suddenly rushed to the old man's feet, and hit the old man's bare feet with a hammer. The old man hugged his feet and cried like a wolf in pain.
Don't look at the small clod of soil as just a hammer, or a hammer of earth, but it is the most painful part.
It was also because he had seen it too much and understood the weakness of the Demonic Steps and Ghost Dances that he did this.
As long as it is interrupted, this ghost dance will be useless and will be broken in an instant.
The magic step ghost dance was suddenly interrupted, and Shi Yan woke up with a jolt. Looking at the old man screaming ghostly close at hand, he also knew that he almost got this guy.
Seeing the little guy swinging the hammer at the old man's feet, he knew that it was the little guy who was helping him again.
It’s really a bit emotional!
I accidentally followed the old man's advice.
But I also gained the little guy’s kindness, time and time again.
Meeting him is a blessing.
But first we have to deal with the old man.
He raised his sword and then swatted it away.
There is no way, the divine sword can't be pulled out again and again.
Even if he could pull it out, he wouldn't dare, so just use it as a stick, it's better than nothing.
boom
The old man who had not yet reacted was struck on the head with a sword and slipped away.
He stood up and looked at the rock, his little eyes were round and round.
"You succeeded in building the foundation!"
The old man looked suspicious. For some reason, the rock always felt like something was wrong.
The sword shot was so empty, like an illusory thing.
After thinking about it carefully, I suddenly understood something, and the look in my eyes when I looked at the old man changed.
I kept thinking in my heart, how could this be possible?
This is a soul body, but to the eyes it is physical, no different from a normal person.
If it hadn't been for that sword strike, who would have known that he was an illusory soul body.
But unlike ordinary souls, being slapped by a sword would still hurt him.
In this way, it will be beneficial to yourself!
"So what?"
Rock suddenly felt a little more confident.
Yes!
I am no longer the same person I used to be, and I have successfully built the foundation. This is the real confidence.
"So fast! Then you can't stay here anymore. You know, I feel threatened. But as the saying goes, good fortune and misfortune depend on each other. You are more suitable now, haha."
The old man squinted his eyes and blew his beard. His wretched look made Shi Yan very disgusted.
If you still threaten me, you can't stay.
Old guy, I haven't held back since we met, not only now, but also the time before.
The rock rushed into the pavilion, and he could see that the big mouse in the pavilion was the old man's main body.
Since the old man is a soul, and he appears in front of such a big mouse, you can tell that this is his main body.
As for my current ability, I am not capable of killing souls, but I should be able to kill a big rat.
A rat that won’t wake up from a deep sleep is easy to kill!
No matter how bad it is, it’s okay to poke it a few times!
"You can't get in, come out quickly! Hey!"
When the little clod saw the rock entering the pavilion, he shouted anxiously and wanted to stop him. However, the little fat boy's short legs were too slow, and he could hardly catch up with the rock even though he was rolling and crawling.
He was so anxious that he jumped around, but he didn't dare to go into the pavilion.
"Go aside and don't cause trouble!"
The old man kicked away the small clod of soil and staggered towards the pavilion without any rush.
Even when he saw Rock raising his sword to chop the sleeping rat, he still swayed like that.
when
The rock struck the big mouse on the head with his sword, but it didn't cause the head injury as expected. Instead, it felt as if it had been hit by an iron block. The shock made his hand feel sore and numb, and he didn't even hit it a second time.
of strength.
The big mouse was still snoring like thunder, sleeping soundly and not looking like he was about to wake up.
Such a strike with the sword doesn't even count as scratching the itch.
"laugh……"
The old man saw it and laughed sarcastically, wandering over with his hands behind his back.
When it was over, Rock's heart suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley.
Suddenly he jumped up and sat on the big rat's neck. There was a black chain locking the big rat's neck.
He wants to prove his idea. Can the chain that can trap a big mouse be an ordinary thing?
Just by looking at it, you can tell that it is definitely not an ordinary thing. This chain is too thin, only about the thickness of chopsticks.
However, where the chain head is locked is a small golden bell.
The rock stretched out its hand and swayed, the chains rattled, but the golden bell was as motionless as an iron block.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a sound from it.