In Yin Guihong's ears, these words were of course regarded as a provocation. Although his expression did not change, he stared at Kanna Wujun, and his white eyeballs were covered with more fine bloodshot threads. Jin Mieya
The tighter he was clenched, the more he could feel a tiny force. It was beating in Yin Guihong's hands, obviously, and very rhythmically. He could no longer tell whether it was the blood vessels in his palm, or whether it was from the blood vessels in his palm.
The tooth conveyed a pulse.
The reason for Yin Guihong's anger is so sufficient: he and Shenwujun are sworn enemies, and Shenwujun is his enemy that he wants to skin and pull out. And his anger is not only because of the gap in strength between himself and him - although that
The words stabbed his spine accurately and really added fuel to the fire. More importantly, Yin Guihong could not force himself to recognize the enemy.
Even if every word is true, this contradictory mentality makes him feel at a loss, and this helplessness only fuels his anger. At this moment, every bit of his agreement with that statement is a kind of recognition.
The betrayal of his own behavior. He kept telling himself: Never think like this - even though this behavior itself has confirmed Kanna-kun's statement.
Basically, people's anger stems from their own lack of ability. But what else can he do? He remembers so clearly that his body has been so weak since he was a child. How his father spent a lot of money to find teachers to teach him how to read, and how his mother gave him
He ponders the recipes in various ways; his grandparents are like
How patiently he told him various stories, and how his brother and sister vividly described the world outside the home to make him happy. Dissatisfaction is occasional, but happiness is always present. Especially when parents risk being beaten by the family
Dispose of the risks and use the magic weapon privately to heal your frail body...
But there's no going back.
There is no going back. What else can he do? From a body that could be blown away by a gust of wind as a child, to a posture that can hold a blade in his hand, defeat enemies, and overcome obstacles, he has done his best. He has no talent, and he was not born with martial arts.
His father, who was an expert in both Onmyoji and Onmyoji, did not have countless opportunities for experience and growth over thousands of years. All these, along with his adoptive father who treated him as his own, were gone.
"I really envy you." Yin Guihong said this with a bit of sarcasm. His eyes swept from the faces of Xie Zhe and Han Zhang on both sides, and then moved back to Shen Wujun. "As long as you carry the burden
A good name from ancient times to the present, all people are willing to speak for you and sacrifice their lives for you... But the two so-called allies around me are just doing nothing for their own interests. I still have to beware of them.
Stabbed me in the back."
"You have a choice..."
When he said this, Xie Zhe didn't have much confidence. Rather than explaining the stakes for him now, it was more like regretting the possibilities he had in the past. Han Chang didn't say anything, probably because he felt that he had nothing to say until now.
of necessity.
"I don't have it, but you do." Yin Guihong looked at them and said in a daze, "The birth of a great man is always accompanied by the sacrifices of countless unknown people. The more dazzling their light is, the brighter the people around them who help them.
It's inconspicuous. Do any of you remember who were the people who once came to the southern country for adventure with Kanna-kun? There are not many people now.
We know that the person who holds the Tengu bloodline is a friend who went on adventures with Kanna-kun. Even among his descendants, his history is rarely known. In this way, not to mention the many people who have close friendship with him, but they are ignored by him.
People whose names have been erased due to their great achievements. It can be said that... someone has robbed their reputation. Now, you two... are you going to be such people?"
"I never thought about leaving my name somewhere." Xie Zhe said.
"I have thought about it - but not here." Han Yang smiled.
"sad."
"He doesn't like those false reputations." Shen Wujun seemed to be talking about someone nominated by Yin Guihong, "Fame is something that will lead to disaster, especially for him. If those people would want to use it on historical occasions
Whatever is left behind, I don’t mind doing anything for them
Propaganda. But they are not this kind of people. And some of them, even if I feel the need to let the world know - but I know better that long time will eventually dilute everyone's memory. Sometimes, eternal life
No one can remember anyone."
"It doesn't matter. But you asked just now, why should I go against you, right?"
Kanna-kun raised his head slightly and raised his voice: "I hope you only take it literally. Except for this Ember Slayer Fang, you don't have any spells that belong to anyone. I think you must have something else.
Chips.”
"You're right."
After saying that, Yin Guihong raised his hand, holding a small bottle in his hand. In the dark environment, the appearance of the bottle could still be clearly reflected in their eyes. And the bottle was glowing - that
It is a soft cyan-blue halo. The bottle is a dim purple, but that may be related to the liquid in it. Judging from the liquid-free neck of the bottle, it should originally be that clear and transparent cyan color. So, what's inside
The contents are approximately red.
"What is that?" Han Zhang turned his head and asked Shen Wujun.
On the other side, Xie Zhe whispered to Shen Wujun: "I just saw something hidden on his body. I thought it was just an accessory with magic power, but I didn't know what was inside..."
"I noticed a long time ago that he was hiding something hollow." Kanna-kun said, "I was still wondering when he was going to use that thing. This bottle is made of Qinglize's special green glass and has many uses.
The most important thing is to explain its origin.”
Han Chang said solemnly: "Is it... Death Shadow Pavilion?"
"Could it be some kind of Gu insect?" Xie Zhe became more alert, "Be careful..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Guihong made an astonishing move.
He raised his hand, hung the small bottle above his head, and then used his hand to crush the bottle. With a clear cracking sound, the liquid inside splashed on his body. The liquid was indeed
It was red, perhaps mixed with the blood on his hands. But he seemed not to feel the pain, and just looked at Kanna-kun with a firm look, as if...
He had a strange look as if he was ready to die.
The blood-like liquid seeped into his hair, flowed onto his face, and flowed along the ups and downs of his face, as if a face had become broken. There was water spreading into his eyes. I don't know what the composition of the water was, but it made him
The whole pair of eyes were so red that they looked like they were on fire.
"He, what is he doing?"
"Back off." Kanna-kun said suddenly. At the same time, he took two steps back.
This move made the other two people nervous. Although Shen Wujun was not afraid of anything, this unusual behavior still made them feel uneasy. They did it, and their eyes were still fixed on Yin Guihong, not knowing what he was going to do.
What? He put away the knife and stretched out the knife holding it
He put his hand on his face and moved it down slowly. The liquid was spread evenly on half of his face, but it quickly faded, perhaps evaporated. Of course it was not real blood, at least not pure blood.
Otherwise, it would not be as thin as water and evaporate so easily.
There was some liquid on his hand. Then he took out the Wangui Zhi, flipped to a certain page skillfully, pressed his hand stained with red water on it, and then pumped hard.
Such an action greatly aroused certain memories of Xie Zhe and Han Zhang. This scene was too familiar to them. Although it was somewhat different from Ye Lingquan's method of extracting monsters from the book, anyone who could think of doing this was already
It was not an ordinary thing. However, they did not see any monsters in this action. Only
A ball of golden light danced in his hand. It looked like a golden tumbleweed, or like a spherical thunder and lightning. Among such dazzling colors, there were black shadows passing by from time to time. What exactly is this?
What is it? At least it doesn't look like a monster. If it's not a monster, what else could it be? The essence of a monster?
Then, Yin Guihong threw the light ball out with all his strength.
The three people immediately dodged and successfully evaded the attack. But judging from the current situation, Yin Guihong did not just use this thing to attack them. Turning their heads, the light group passed them in an irregular path that curved left and right, flying over them.
They turned to a distant place behind them and soon disappeared. Turning back again, the three of them
Everyone looked at Yin Guihong, wondering what trick he was playing. But on Yin Guihong's face, there was neither the pride of planning any conspiracy nor the calmness of having the situation under control, only a terrifying calmness. This
This kind of calmness is easy to interpret, reminding people of how quiet the earth is before the storm.
The silence was quickly broken. Without giving them much time to think, something came galloping from behind. It was so fast that even Xie Zhe's heavenly eyes could not catch it. The thing penetrated them instantly, making him and Han
Zhang felt an extremely strong impact from his back, and his spine was about to be broken. The two of them lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment. When they tried to prop up their bodies, they couldn't exert any strength, even the tiny thing of raising their heads.
Any movement can cause severe pain in the neck.
What happened?!
Kannaujun's reaction was extremely fast. He jumped up the moment he noticed the problem and avoided the danger. However, he had no time to alert the two little brothers around him. When the figure had landed next to Yin Guihong, he happened to be weakly
He slowly fell to the ground under the gravity. Xie Zhe struggled to crawl forward, raised his eyes with all his strength, and finally saw clearly what the hell was attacking them.
A... tengu.
It was a giant black beast with eyes as ferocious as a jackal and fangs as sharp as blades. On its body, golden currents would slide through it from time to time, like a part of it.
Yin Guihong got the method to resurrect the Tengu from Huayu! This was Xie Zhe's first reaction. But soon, he had doubts about this idea. If this is true, what does this have to do with the Death Shadow Pavilion? Not to mention this one
The tengu looks so complete, unlike the corpse-like tengu
Completely different. If you look closely, this Tengu seems to be a little transparent, like a ghost without a complete entity. The ability to recognize this step is not only due to his eyes, but also the impact just now. If the Tengu's entity attacks from behind
Come on, I'm afraid he and Han Zhang have become two puddles of flesh long ago.
"hiss……"
The sound of inhaling may be a little surprising, a little helpless, and a little... troubled. Kanna-kun tilted his head and looked up and down at this unusual tengu. Then, he fell into thinking and held his chin with one hand, quite curious.
Question:
"I don't think it is complete. Such incomplete copies usually lack any sense and will only follow the instinctive activities of life and crudely imitate the same kind. And you are the reincarnation of that person...even if you add the deceased shadow.
No matter what kind of Gu technique the pavilion has, you shouldn’t be able to use it. How did you do it?"
Yin Guihong did not answer, but there was an extra jade pendant in his hand.
