Wu Dazhi snatched the token from the messenger's hand, forcibly handed it to Roda, and said coldly:
"Take this yourself, I don't care what you do! The Khitan warriors all came on horseback, so you should have no problem escaping!"
Although Wu Dazhi forced the seal into Roda's hand, he didn't even look at it. He still maintained the original posture, and his painful voice became louder and louder, as if doing so was the best comfort to the deceased.
Wu Dazhi was upset when he saw it. He suddenly flew up and kicked Roda on the head, roaring angrily:
"Why are you crying?! You don't think you can atone for your sins by crying, do you? If you want to cry, after you have settled them all, go and cry wherever you want!"
After Wu Dazhi finished speaking, before Roda could react, he moved his right hand and a sword light flashed through.
The sword lost in the underworld left a blood mark on the messenger's neck, and then a blood splash flew.
The messenger didn't realize what happened at the first time. After a second of surprise, there was a scream like a pig being killed, and then he fell to the ground with a thud and stopped moving.
Wu Dazhi's kick to Roda just now was very powerful. When the messenger fell, he rolled on the ground several times and lay motionless on the ground, staring at the messenger's body with his eyes.
Suddenly, Roda took possession of it himself and snatched a prairie knife from a dead Khitan warrior.
The biting lips were now covered with blood. I don't know if it was Roda's resentment towards him that made him kill him, or it was because of Wu Dazhi's kick just now.
"Yes! You are right. I can't solve any problems by crying now. I have to be strong! I want to start my life again with them!"
With that said, he turned around to lead the horse. Taking advantage of this moment, the old man from before came over, narrowed his eyes and said to Wu Dazhi:
"Young man, I believe you can complete your mission!"
As he said that, he took out another thing from his arms, which almost made Wu Dazhi lose his breath. It was an orange-yellow crystal.
Although the color was different, Wu Dazhi recognized the thing as ghost resentment at a glance. He was stunned for a moment before blurting out:
"Is this thing a ghost complaint?!"
The old man nodded, looked at Wu Dazhi who looked confused, and slowly explained:
"Don't ask me how I know your identity. I have been waiting for you here for a long time. This is what my ancestors collected and paid. Don't underestimate it. This ghost crystal has absorbed at least three crystals!
"
Not only is the news that someone has been waiting for me in the dream exciting, but what is even more exciting is that the crystals of ghost resentment can merge with each other. Think about the little black stone that I already owned before.
Wu Dazhi subconsciously took out the small black stone from his body and handed it to the old man to see:
"Uncle! Do you know what this is?"
The old man took the small stone in his hand and looked at it. His face instantly became serious. He cast his gaze on Wu Dazhi and did not look away for a long time. Finally, after Roda had prepared all the horses, he said:
"This is destiny. You are one of the two people in the world who can absorb the resentment of ghosts. If you take a step forward, it will be evil. If you take a step back, it may be good!"
After the old man finished speaking, Roda took a horse. He got on the horse and followed the remaining people in Ciyuan Pavilion and disappeared into the distance.
The sky was as bright as before, and the sunlight was like cheap boiling water, spreading light and warmth to the ground. Even in a dream, Wu Dazhi could still feel the temperature it brought.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared on the edge of the sun. Wu Dazhi looked up and knew that this was a precursor to a solar eclipse.
But less than a minute later, Wu Dazhi realized that something was wrong, and a huge fireball struck from the sky.
Wu Dazhi thought that he had encountered many strange things, but he had never encountered such a strange thing. The impact of the fireball felt so real, and the scalding heat wave stimulated all human sexual instincts.
But what surprised Wu Dazhi was that not only was he not dead, not even a single hair was singed by the flames, but a pig-like cry sounded in his ears:
"Oh, Dazhi, you should wake up quickly. The two of us can't beat that guy!"
Wu Dazhi felt a crow flying through his mind, and he danced with the crow. Damn it, what a bullshit feeling this is.
Wu Dazhi cursed in his heart, and then tried hard to open his eyes. He didn't know how many times he tried, but he finally succeeded in opening his eyes.
The first thing that caught his eye was still Zhou Zijing's huge body. Before Wu Dazhi could say anything and get extremely excited, or do something like hugging his head and crying, Zhou Zijing's head popped out from behind him, and it was Chu Yu.
"Crap, Chu Yu!!" Wu Dazhi's scalp tightened. This was really weird. It was just time for him to take a nap, and Chu Yu actually jumped back.
"How do you feel?!" Before Chu Yu could say anything, Zhou Zijing's desolate voice completely pulled Wu Dazhi out of shock.
"It's okay!" Wu Dazhi carefully checked his body again to confirm that he was not injured!
Chu Yu's expression didn't look good. She was just nervous. She stepped forward, pulled Wu Dazhi up, and said sternly:
"We are surrounded. As for who the enemy is, I believe you know it very well. No need for me to talk nonsense. Although there is only one person, I think it will not be easy for the three of us to kill him!"
Chu Yu's words caused Wu Dazhi's originally uneasy heart to suddenly stir again. The first time he looked at his right hand, there was no sword like in the dream.
But when he looked at his right arm, he realized that things were not simple. The entire right arm was vaguely painted with the appearance of a sword.
Wu Dazhi thought for a moment, gathered his thoughts together, and thought about having a sword in his hand. A miracle indeed appeared in front of Wu Dazhi once, and within a few minutes, he had a sword in his hand.
It's just a little different from before. This sword doesn't look very sharp, nor is it that big. It's only a little bigger than a dagger.
Chu Yu and Zhou Zijing opened their mouths and looked at what happened in front of them in surprise. After a few minutes of calming down, Zhou Zijing took the lead and walked over, slapped Wu Dazhi hard on his left arm, and said with envy:
"Oh, Dazhi, you are getting better and better, and you just slept, and you got so many good things? It's so easy to get the treasure, I think you can just sleep a few more times a day! By then, you will be full of treasures
Got it!"
But in Chu Yu's view, this matter was not that simple. She looked carefully at Wu Dazhi's right arm, and then at the sword in his hand, and her beautiful brows frowned more and more:
"You did get a good thing, but this thing is supported by thoughts and magic power. You are not cultivated enough now. If you want to truly exert its power, you will probably have to wait for a long time."