Even from a distance of several hundred meters, Luoyang could see it clearly. Although his supersensory perception was blurry, he still captured the energy fluctuations of psychic energy.
It is also spiritual energy, but it has dark and evil attributes, that is, evil spirits.
The three-eyed crow in the Eye of the Feather Blade is also an evil spirit, and it has also sensed it. At this moment, it has opened its eyes, shining with brilliant and demonic light.
However, in terms of ability, the Three-Eyed Crow at this stage is not as powerful as the opponent, so that there is a hint of fear in the eyes on the back of the phone.
Luoyang said calmly: "Yu Yan, don't be afraid, your master is the ancestral witch, and that evil spirit is not worth mentioning."
Yu Ren blinked his eyes in response.
The crow perched on the prefabricated house where tickets are sold at the entrance of the scenic spot.
The light came on in the prefabricated house, and then the door opened, and an old man walked out of the door, and then walked this way.
The crow flew down from the roof and stood on the old man's shoulder.
Luoyang became more and more certain that the so-called crow-keeper was actually an evil spirit, but he was not sure what kind of evil spirit it was. The magic weapon was powerful enough to breed evil spirits. Luo Ji's bronze sword was an example, which gave birth to evil spirits.
Three-Eyed Crow Feather Blade. But if a person is evil and powerful enough, his spirit will become an evil spirit after death.
The old man's steps were neither urgent nor slow. Judging from his speed, it would take him more than a quarter of an hour to walk 500 meters.
The other party was not in a hurry, and neither was Luoyang. He just used his supersensory power to lock onto the old man and the crow.
He came here an hour in advance to observe and analyze the reason why the crowkeeper arranged to meet here, but he still has no clue until now.
"Yu Yan, turn on the camera function to record the entire process." Luoyang gave the first instruction.
Feather Blade blinked.
More than ten minutes later, the old man and the crow finally came over.
When the other party was twenty or thirty meters away from him, Luoyang said loudly: "Stop! Don't come over again."
The old man sneered and walked on, not taking Luoyang's warning seriously at all.
Luoyang shrugged: "Okay, I'll just assume that you are presbyopic and you need to get closer to see it."
There is only one way to go down.
The old man stopped a few meters away. He was just a very ordinary old man, with dry skin, wrinkles on his face, and an old cigarette in his cracked lips.
Luoyang could beat ten such old men with one hand, but the problem was that if he injured or even killed this old man, he would really be in trouble.
The opponent gave him a passive situation as soon as he came, and this situation was not easy to break.
"You are really punctual." The old man spoke, his voice was hoarse and a little sinister.
"When you asked me to meet, of course I had to show some sincerity, so I rushed here an hour early." Luoyang spoke kindly, "Look, we don't have to make it a life-and-death situation. Let's talk.
How to talk?"
The old man said gloomily: "I gave you a chance last time. I asked you to give me the witch market, but you gave me a fake. Now I am still willing to give you another chance to give the witch market to me."
I, I will give you a way to survive."
A smile appeared on the corner of Luoyang's mouth: "I'm really sorry about what happened last time. It was because I didn't see the situation clearly. Your appeal is actually very reasonable. I have thought about it seriously these days and feel that my life is more important. Let the witch
There is no problem in giving it to you, but I must have one or two small requests here. Do you think there are any problems on your side?"
This attitude is already low enough.
"Tell me and listen," the old man said.
The crow standing on the old man's shoulder looked at the Eye of the Feather Blade with a pair of eyes as black as ink, and the Eye of the Feather Blade also looked at it.
Man wrestles with man, crow confronts crow.
Luoyang smiled: "My first request is a question. I have never been able to figure out what kind of organization Guhui is. If it is convenient for you, just talk to me. I will ask you
I promise, I will forget it once I have heard it, and I will never tell it to a third person."
"Hahaha..." The old man laughed strangely.
Luoyang laughed with him.
"What a pity, what a pity,"
"Huh?" Luoyang asked, "What's the pity?"
"It's a pity that you are an ancestral witch. Otherwise, with your ability and talent, the door of the ancient society would be opened for you."
"Why can't the ancestral witch join?" Luoyang asked tentatively.
"Can water and fire be put together?" the old man asked.
Luoyang smiled: "So, when you said you wanted to let me live, you were actually teasing me, right?"
The old man neither admitted nor denied it.
Luoyang said calmly: "Even if you want to kill me, can you let me know how to die? Look, the real witch is in me, so you don't have to worry about saying a few words to me at this time, right?"
He simply pulled the red rope around his neck out of the collar, revealing the witch ruins.
What is sincerity?
This is sincerity like gold.
The crow on the old man's shoulder stared at the witch hanging on Luoyang's chest with greedy eyes.
Luoyang glanced at the crow with a smile. This look was the same look Pan Jinlian had when she looked at Ximen Qing from the window of her house.
Come, be happy!
The old man looked at the witch market and took a deep breath to suppress the urge to take action immediately. He was silent for a moment and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter if I chat with you. The ancient society is one of the three ancestors of China and the god of weapons.
Created by Chi You, it has been passed down from generation to generation until today. We have witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties, and the rivers have wiped out heroes, but the ancient times will last forever."
Luoyang felt awe-struck in his heart: "Hearing what you say is really impressive, but I don't understand why someone like Liu Youshui can join the ancient guild? In my opinion, he is just a businessman with some money."
"The ancient society is divided into two parts, one is the Holy Spirit Temple, and the other is the Jiuli Tribe. The former is like me. After the person dies, the spirit is still there. The latter is the tribe, the contemporary people, including chiefs, elders, and tribal warriors.
Hunters, merchants, farmers, and human slaves.”
"Liu Youshui should be considered a merchant, right?" Luoyang guessed.
The old man said disdainfully: "I am not interested in that person. In my eyes, he is just an ant."
"So, the Luo Juexing who was killed was a warrior from the Jiuli tribe?"
"He is."
"So, you are a witch from the Holy Spirit Temple. Last time you told me about Pit No. 4 of the First Emperor's Mausoleum, were you kidding? Are you really from the Qin Dynasty?"
The old man said: "I am Ji Chong, a native of the Qin Dynasty. Bai Qi and I have been friends for eight years. I also died when the Qin Dynasty was destroyed. I deliberately had my bones buried in the No. 4 pit of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor. It is a clean place."
, it’s a treasure land of Feng Shui, and it can be regarded as a little bit of the glory of that boy Ying Zheng.”
Luoyang was stunned for a while after hearing this.
Should Ji Zhong treat what Ji Zhong tells as official history, or listen to it as a story?