This is a short old man with white hair and beard. He is slightly stout but has a red face. He has a rosy nose and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He is not much different from the image Zhuo Yifan imagined.
In and out.
"Hey! Shuang'er, how many times have I told you not to bring anyone here again..." The old man's voice was very young, like a strong man in his thirties. It was rough and hearty. The pair of eyes were as deep as an ancient well.
My old eyes shone brightly, and I immediately felt an inexplicable sharp pain in my body.
This is spiritual pressure! This old man also knows soul magic!
"It's just a matter of hard work, but I have to let this old man teach me soul skills! This is a powerful force!" Zhuo Yifan suddenly had a thought in his heart.
"Please, senior, save my junior sister, she has been poisoned by the Purple Charm Emperor." The two sisters Guanyue and Guanyu knew that the old man was not easy to talk to, so they simply knelt on the ground, their eyes full of hope.
"No!" The old man didn't want to take this approach at all, and refused resolutely. He raised the wine gourd on his waist and took a sip of the wine, and was no longer interested in looking at Zhuo Yifan. At this time, Lan Shuang'er walked up to
Beside the old man, he whispered softly...
"Is it him?" That sharp gaze suddenly fell on Zhuo Yifan, he looked at it carefully, and then said slowly: "Ha... I'll count you guys good luck, come in with me."
The old man walked into the house without saying a word, leaving a message: "Don't stand there! Hurry up! Widow Wang at the entrance of the village will come to me to reminisce about the past, so don't waste my time."
"Thank you, senior! Thank you, senior..." Guanyue nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly sent Jiang Siyu in with his sister. He didn't even have time to ask, what did Lan Shuang'er just say in the old man's ear? Why did his attitude suddenly change?
?
"Wow haha! Shuang'er, what did you do? Why did this fat old man agree?" Le Shi couldn't help being curious and couldn't help but ask.
"Hey, secret!" Lan Shuang'er shook her long hair proudly, and when she was about to leave with the wooden bow, Zhuo Yifan pressed his broad palm on her shoulder.
"Ah!" Lan Shuang'er was startled, but when he saw it was Zhuo Yifan, his expression was obviously relaxed, like a shy little daughter-in-law. Looking at Zhuo Yifan, his face turned red like a boiled pig.
The cooked crab said with a smile: "Brother Yifan, what can I do?"
"Do these people know me?" Zhuo Yifan was puzzled by the reactions of Lan Shuang'er and the old man. Why did he feel that they had a different kind of enthusiasm for him? Could it be that he had met them before?
They are the natives of the Blood Prison. It should be impossible, right?
"Have we met before?" Thinking this in his heart, Zhuo Yifan instinctively regarded this sense of intimacy as his illusion, but still asked tentatively.
"Oh, it seems there is, but it seems there isn't." Lan Shuang'er replied with a half-smile but not a smile, as if he was perfunctory, but very serious. This vague answer made Zhuo Yifan even more confused.
"Hey, I heard that there is a tiny spiritual beast in the air in the Blood Prison. It likes to invade wounds. If it is not treated in time, it will rot in large areas. Some people have to cut off the entire piece of flesh in order to save their lives.
Don’t mention how miserable it is!”
Lan Shuang'er said mysteriously: "Brothers, come in quickly. It would be better to apply some medicinal wine."
"Ah? So scary?" Le Shi was stunned. Although this guy is a life-threatening type in fights, he is also a person who cherishes his life in peacetime. The thought of being corrupted by such a small spiritual beast*
*, and quickly ran into the house.
"What a bad joke." Zhuo Yifan shrugged. When he saw Lan Shuang'er's imperceptible smile, he immediately knew that this little girl did it on purpose.
Lan Shuang'er originally wanted to scare the two of them, but obviously the effect did not meet her expectations. Seeing Zhuo Yifan walking calmly, she made a weird face and ran into the house.
This iron house is spacious and well-organized.
In addition to daily necessities, the walls were covered with furs and specimens of various spiritual beasts, and eighteen kinds of weapons were arranged horizontally, all made by the old man named Aizen himself.
"Wow!"
In less than half a stick of incense, the old man opened the curtain, still holding the wine gourd in his mouth, and drank heavily with a nonchalant expression, as if he had saved a little ant.
"Mr. Lan, are you cured?" Zhuo Yifan put down the medicinal wine in his hand and bowed quickly. Although he and his grandfather were not used to it at home, he still decided to suffer a little in order to learn "soul skills".
I have to bow my head when I am under the eaves!
"Heh... just call me Mr. Lan. What kind of old man?"
Aran was not used to this title. He glanced at the two of them and slowly talked about Jiang Siyu's condition.
"I gave this girl a unique antidote and she will be fine after a few days of rest. Judging from your looks, the trauma should be almost healed. If nothing happens, go home and drink milk. Every step in the blood prison is thrilling.
There are no certain rules for survival. No matter how strong you are, you will still suffer big losses. This is not a place where just two idiots can come."
Lan Ye spoke very irritably, but Zhuo Yifan did not get angry because of it. Even Le Shi, who was always impulsive, endured the fat old man's bad temper and smiled brightly.
He knew that only this fat old man could answer all the questions in their hearts.
What's more, he is the village chief of Shura Village and has a high status.
"Your name is Zhuo Yifan?" Suddenly, Aizen glanced over.
"Boy Zhuo Yifan." Zhuo Yifan answered respectfully, then looked at Le Shi: "His name is Le Shi, he is my brother."
"Why did you come to Blood Prison?" Aizen's tone was aggressive.
"The Blood Prison is dangerous, but this is the only place where I can find my Taoist heart. I am here to become stronger. Only by tempering between life and death can I constantly stabilize my mind and cultivation. Death is not scary. Fear is.
devil!"
"Well said! You are indeed my great teammate!" Le Shi praised. The word "godly teammate" has unknowingly become Zhuo Yifan's nickname.
"Who doesn't know how to brag? If my granddaughter hadn't saved you just now, you two would have died a long time ago." Aizen's eyes changed and he laughed coldly. He sat on the chair and said thoughtfully: "Come on.
It is true that you can become stronger here. But do you know where this is? This is the Blood Prison! You don’t understand anything. Coming here is a prelude to committing suicide. If ten people come here, it will be good if one can survive."
"That's what Mr. Lan said." Zhuo Yifan was much more modest. Le Shi remained silent, fearing that his surname would say something that might offend Mr. Lan. As for the two sisters Guanyue and Guanyu, they had already
I don't know where I was dragged away by that weird Lan Shuang'er.
"The torture in the blood prison is indeed not something that ordinary people can bear, but in order to become stronger, I have to brave it. My ancestor died here, and my father's whereabouts are unknown. I must find him! Becoming stronger is the only way.
There is no choice, no way out!" Zhuo Yifan said seriously, every word sincere and without any falsehood.
"Becoming stronger?...Hahahahaha!"
Aizen seemed to have heard the most hilarious joke. He swallowed a sip of wine, calmed down for a while, and said with a somewhat incredible smile, "You outsiders are really ridiculous, thinking that you can just pay a few stinky tributes."
Can you become stronger after entering the door? According to you, those of us who were born to live here can beat you to pieces just by walking out?"
"Isn't that true? Shuang'er defeated the Zi Mei Emperor with one arrow. He is a strong man in the Three Mysterious Palace Realm, right?" Zhuo Yifan asked deliberately.
Aran rolled his eyes at Zhuo Yifan. He was not a fool, and of course he knew that Zhuo Yifan was talking nonsense. Fortunately, he didn't bother with the fuss between these two ignorant young people and spoke patiently.
"The spirit beasts here have been strengthened by the power of darkness. Although they have certain intelligence, they do the same things as ordinary spirit beasts. They still practice, eat, and protect their territory. If you encounter a spirit beast and your heart is in chaos, you will die.
Undoubtedly, when encountering fierce spiritual beasts, the best way is to wait and see what happens and satisfy their demands."
Aizen sneered, "We have been living in a blood prison for generations. If we didn't even know the weaknesses of spiritual beasts, we would have died long ago. Here, as long as we abide by the rules and use our own wisdom, we can survive easily...
…Do you know how I escaped being chased by spiritual beasts back then?”
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan and Le Shi looked at each other and shook their heads.
"In order to survive, I had to cut off an arm and lure the spiritual beast away."
"What? Cut off the arm?" Both of them were stunned, and their eyes couldn't help but look at Aizen's arm. Isn't he a healthy person?
"Can arms grow back on their own?" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but ask.
"Why not?" Aizen suddenly burst into laughter, "It is not difficult to restore the physical body using the power of meditation, and Shuang'er's arrow just now was combined with the power of meditation, and the effect is extraordinary. Although it is just
In the realm of body refining, one can burst out several times the power in an instant."
"Then what is the power of meditation?" Zhuo Yifan asked bravely, catching the key words at once. He just heard Lan Shuang'er say similar words when he reprimanded Zhou Qing.
He was very curious, what exactly is the power of meditation? Can you defeat monsters and regenerate a broken arm? Isn't it amazing?