"Will it be painful? Doesn't it feel good to kill your benefactor with your own hands? Do you want to resurrect her?"
An old voice sounded behind Wu Dazhi. Wu Dazhi was already too familiar with the owner of this voice, the wizened old man wearing a cloak whose face could not be seen clearly.
Wu Dazhi suddenly stood up from the ground. At this time, his eyes were slightly glowing red: "Why! Why don't you let me go and make trouble for me again and again?"
"Because we are the same person!" the old man said casually: "We have the same soul in the previous life. In fact, you have been wrong about one thing!"
Damn it, Wu Dazhi couldn't help but curse, he made another mistake with this sentence.
Wu Dazhi sneered twice. For the first time, he felt that there was no need to be afraid of the wizened old man in front of him. He was just a pitiful man.
"Uncle, since you said I made a mistake, please tell me what it was so that I can correct it. Then you can stop following me, okay?"
"No!" The wizened old man refused decisively, "Unless you agree to join my camp, I will never give up my work of persuading you. I believe that you have the same desire as me in your heart!"
Wu Dazhi burst into tears immediately, Damn, if you were an innocent little lolita, or a pretty young woman with a slut, I might consider the possibility of leaving with you. You, a wizened old man, want to take me away?
There is no door, and I don’t have such a strong taste. Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi stretched out a finger and shook it:
"No! no! no! I'm not interested in men, let alone old men! You'd better pack up and go back, I'm going to find my companions too!"
After saying that, Wu Dazhi ignored the wizened old man, turned around and walked in the direction of the car.
"You don't want to resurrect that person?" The wizened old man didn't give up. He finally created an opportunity to seduce Wu Dazhi alone. How could he surrender so easily?
"I don't want to!" Wu Dazhi answered simply, but he underestimated the old man's perseverance.
"As long as you follow me, you can use powerful spells to resurrect her. I guarantee there will be no side effects!"
The old man's words really had an effect. He stopped and looked up at the sky, as if thinking about a profound question. After a moment, he turned his head to the old man and said word by word:
"Did you see the stupid bird flying in the sky just now?"
The wizened old man was startled. He had set a barrier near here, so there was no way that anything breathing could come in.
"Look, even you know that there are no stupid birds here, so I'm sorry, I won't agree to the request. In my opinion, death is the best choice for Aunt Liu!"
After Wu Dazhi finished speaking, he walked forward without even turning his head. Resurrecting a person sounds like a wonderful promise, but no one knows how much trouble resurrecting this person will bring.
In this world, no one can come and disappear easily. Every day, what happens in the world is a unique arrangement under the cycle of cause and effect.
"Don't you want power? Power that can rival anything else? You are working so hard to remove spirits now, and you have to spend so much effort to eliminate souls as fragile as Bicui Mountain Villa. Come with me, and everything will become easier in the future!
"
The wizened old man ran over in a hurry. He just refused to give up. He did not believe that Wu Dazhi, who had the same soul as himself, would not be moved by what he said.
At first, he was so determined, but after that person showed his strength, he was willing to give up everything and follow that person.
Now he is power and eternal life. Sometimes he even feels that he has jumped out of the six realms of reincarnation and become a god-like existence.
"No need!" Wu Dazhi did not look back this time. He coldly rejected the old man's invitation again.
"Do you really want to help Long Zhi become a defender of demons? Do you think that is justice?"
The wizened old man could no longer be convinced. He had never seen such a helpless person. If it weren't for the fact that Wu Dazhi was still useful to him, he would have wanted Wu Dazhi to be wiped out in ashes immediately.
"Don't tell me why people can eat cows, but why ghosts can't eat people!" Wu Dazhi slowed down a little: "Every society has its own rules of survival. Now, humans are the strongest in this world.
Therefore the rules of the game can only be made by them!”
Wu Dazhi suddenly turned around, his eyes had turned blood red at this moment, and no trace of white eyes could be seen.
"People say that if ghosts can't exist, they can't exist! When will ghosts have the right to speak in this world? Come and talk to me about the so-called justice!"
The wizened old man seemed not to have heard what Wu Dazhi said. At this time, all his attention was focused on Wu Dazhi's blood-red eyes.
For a moment, he burst out laughing, looking very crazy. He slowly took off the cloak he had been wearing, revealing his true face.
Wu Dazhi didn't know if the creature in front of him could still be described as a human being. He looked as thin as skin and bones, but he was very different from real skin and bones.
"Look at my eyes!" The wizened old man guided Wu Dazhi step by step.
Wu Dazhi followed his voice and saw a face that shrank like a fallen leaf. Only the blood-red eyes were particularly obvious.
"Did you see it? This is a sign that we have the same soul! No one will have the blood-red eyes except the person who owns that soul!"
"..." Wu Dazhi was silent. He couldn't see his eyes now, so he couldn't judge whether what the wizened old man said was true or reliable.
He was very concerned about what he had done wrong. Could it be that he was really a poor cannon fodder?
"I know you are not willing to go with me now, but it doesn't matter. I believe that one day, when you know the whole truth, you will definitely be willing to go with me!"
While he was talking, the wizened old man walked up to Wu Dazhi, took out something from his arms, and handed it to Wu Dazhi:
"Use the black dragon totem and recite the spell to escape from the earth, and you can come to me!" The wizened old man smiled at Wu Dazhi: "Oh, by the way, my name is Lao Lu, I believe we will meet soon! You
I won’t give up my persistent belief in the thousand-year reincarnation!”
"I hope I won't let your wish come true!" For some reason, Wu Dazhi didn't slam the black wood-like carving onto Lao Lu's face, which had no flesh at all.
He put the thing away very carefully. It won't be used, so it can be regarded as a collection from now on!
Seeing Wu Dazhi put the things away, Lao Lu showed a look of relief on his face.
Wait, it seems all he can do now is wait.
"That's right!" Just when Wu Dazhi started the car and was about to leave, Lao Lu caught up with him again: "I forgot to tell you something very important. In fact, your left hand is much stronger than your right hand!"
Left hand? After Lao Lu finished speaking, Wu Dazhi raised his left hand and looked at it blankly. Then he looked at his right hand again, and there was no difference at all.
He was so stupid that he actually went to look at his left and right hands. Wu Dazhi cursed himself in his mind, then got in the car and drove quickly to Bicui Lake. Only for once, it wasn't just Qian Mei that he wanted to pay homage to.