Xu Luo looked around and suddenly saw a dark seam next to him, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
It's really like riding a donkey to find a donkey. No matter how deep and dangerous these cracks are, it's still easier than digging.
Before Ji Nu woke up, Xu Luo pulled out the spiritual dew a little unaccustomedly, and took one to slowly recover from the injuries in his body.
After nearly an hour, the slave girl woke up faintly. Xu Luo, who was running the technique, suddenly opened his eyes and smiled gently at her.
"You've finally woken up, do you feel any discomfort?"
As soon as Jinu saw his figure, his panicked eyes immediately calmed down.
"The slave family is fine, but what about the strange creature?"
Xu Luo nodded.
"You should rest for a while first. You may need to go somewhere later, so be more careful then."
The two rested for a while and then came to the crack in the ground next to them. Xu Luo took a long breath, and clouds of energy and blood gathered under the cart, slowly falling deep into the crack in the ground...
There was deathly silence all around in the center of the Hundred Fissure Valley, and the foggy lake was looming, making the huge mansion look shadowy.
Until a wisp of colorful miasma seemed to be blown by the wind and fell into the yard. The white-haired man who had been standing still just opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the miasma with sharp and piercing eyes, as if he saw something that was extremely unbelievable.
things.
The colorful miasma wandered around the yard a few times and landed on the broad shoulders of the white-haired man like a spirit.
The white-haired man's body trembled slightly, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but he seemed to be afraid of something, and he resisted and did not dare to move at all.
Cai Mi jumped on the shoulder a few times like a naughty child, and then transformed into the timid face of a little girl.
She didn't speak, she just looked at the white-haired man with aggrieved eyes, and her face looked like she was fighting outside and coming back to look for an adult after losing.
The white-haired man's mind went blank.
He didn't remember that he knew this little girl, but when he saw her, he habitually showed his loving eyes and couldn't bear to look away for a moment.
When the tears in those dark eyes finally couldn't help but flow out, the white-haired man felt that his ever-lasting coldness melted instantly, and his lips wriggled and he spat out a few words.
"Xiaoyan...don't cry...!"
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was stunned for the first time.
Who is Xiaoyan and why don’t I have any memory in my mind?
Who am I, and why am I standing here, not daring to move...
A series of chaotic thoughts washed through the white-haired man's mind like a tide.
What made him most uncomfortable, even painful, was that he clearly knew that these things seemed to be hidden somewhere in his brain, but no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't recall any of them.
As time passed, the white-haired man's eyes became more chaotic and confused, as well as more dangerous and cold.
As soon as the colorful miasma entered the courtyard, it seemed to be slowly regaining its vitality, and Xiaoyan's eyes quickly became lively.
Seeing the change in the white-haired man's expression, a trace of impatience flashed in her eyes, and her mouth kept opening and closing, but it took her a long time to squeeze out a few words.
"Grandpa, don't move!"
"grandfather……"
The white-haired man, who was about to sink, trembled all over, and the clarity in his eyes flashed away.
In just such a moment, he seemed to fully understand his current situation. A gray hair beside his ear spontaneously broke off and merged into Xiaoyan's body. His voice sounded as if he had changed into a different person.
"Let Yingzhu return..."
Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, as he woke up, the originally dead and silent house suddenly changed, and pieces of lifelike scenery peeled off from this space.
With a look of extreme fear in the little girl's eyes, she reluctantly opened her mouth and uttered a few words again.
"Grandpa, don't change!"
Her crisp words seemed to have a strange magic power, and a glimmer of clarity once again flashed in the white-haired man's eyes.
But this time, he still only had time to look at Xiaoyan with great affection, and then closed his eyes reluctantly.
The collapsing house suddenly stagnated, and then gradually returned to its previous empty and lifeless appearance.
Xiao Yan resisted the tears in her eyes, but she didn't dare to make any sound.
She was afraid that if she woke her grandfather up again, something extremely horrible would happen, and everything would collapse completely and the cycle would start all over again, even the memories of this time.
She hates that, she hates it very much, because even Xiaoyan, who feels the most pain, will forget about such a grandpa.
After a long, long time, Xiaoyan gathered her thoughts. She jumped off the white-haired man's shoulders with ease and jumped into the pond that was still flowing.
Boom, the water in the pond exploded.
The white hair that had just integrated into her body expanded rapidly, wildly devouring the surrounding spiritual energy, and gradually formed a huge vortex.
But the strange thing is that no matter how the suction roared by, many things in the courtyard did not change at all, and even the flowers, grass, branches and leaves did not move at all.
On the other hand, outside the house, the surrounding air began to flow rapidly towards the vortex, and finally it was all swallowed up.
At the bottom tip of the vortex, Xiao Yan's figure, which had been completely broken up by Xu Luo, slowly gathered into shape, and finally became vivid and lifelike.
When the white hair was tied back into a bun, the vortex quietly cracked and dissipated. Xiaoyan's eyes filled with piercing hatred, and she subconsciously looked in the direction of Xu Luo.
Only she understands that even though it is just a strand of hair, it is actually the huge aura that grandpa has worked hard to cultivate over the years.
Every time one is used, the chance of Grandpa transforming into magic and spiritual consciousness transforming into chaos increases by one point.
It took her a long while to gather her thoughts and look around at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar scenery.
The waterfall pond where I played in my childhood, the rockery stone bridge where I climbed and played, the swing that seemed to be still swinging under the old tree next to it, the passion flowers planted by my own hands with my butt sticking out, the morning glory vine that once tripped my short legs...
Xiao Yan looked over, and the tears she had just held back were about to flow out again.
At this time, she no longer had the ferocity and cunningness of a strange creature, and was crying helplessly like a child who had lost all her relatives.
She walked out of the pond step by step. Before the water splash could hit the ground, it turned into mist in the air and fell back into the pond.
It's like there are invisible rules restricting the edge of the pond, preventing the water from overflowing at all.
But Xiao Yan turned a blind eye to all this. She walked past the passion flowers, past the morning glory vines...
Walking and looking all the way, tears flowed silently like broken beads.
Xiao Yan finally walked to the swing, and stretched out her little hand to touch it subconsciously, but she still pulled it back as if she was electrocuted from a distance.
She knew that as long as she touched him, grandpa might wake up.
Everything here, including herself, will fall into a new reincarnation.
She looked at the swing blankly, as if she were seeing a gentle and delicate woman looking at the swing swinging up and down with a loving face.
There was a child with pink makeup on the swing, laughing happily.
There was a girl dressed as a maid next to her. She had a nervous look on her face and subconsciously opened her hands slightly, as if she was ready to catch the child at any time.
"Mom, sister Yingzhu... come back..."
Finally, Xiaoyan couldn't hold back the sadness in her heart, and slumped on the ground helplessly, mumbling to herself.
When she said these words, the white hair tied to her head trembled violently, and then she disappeared into the house out of thin air.
Although Qingshui River does not pass through Panshi City, in real terms, it is definitely the lifeline of Panshi's defense line.
The countless resources in Anmo Mountain and the population and materials in the interior of Dayan can be continuously exchanged through this largest river in Anmo Mountain.
And all the heroes who beg for food on the Qingshui River understand one thing.
On this river flowing with silver baht, even if you offend the Royal Soldiers, you must not offend the Pai Gang.
At least the Imperial Guards Department will be able to talk some sense, even if it's on the surface, but if you offend the Pai Gang, you don't know which day you will sink into the bottomless Qingshui River.
At the Qingshui River Pier located outside Panshi City, groups of rough men would often pass by with sinister expressions on their faces.
People who encounter these people will spontaneously step aside and let these people go first.
Although Sha Qixi is young, he has been hanging out at the dock since he was a child, so he is naturally very familiar with these rules.
But this time, when he hid on the street corner and carefully looked at these heroes who were second only to Xu Luo in majesty, he was so fierce that he was stunned.
Because the target of these people is actually their own Ping An Company.
At this time, the surrounding neighbors also gradually realized that something was wrong.
The fat man at the head of this group of people with a kind face was none other than the Pai Gang's famous delivery boy Jie Piye.
Although this big guy's body shape obviously has nothing to do with the word boy, those who are familiar with him dare not have the slightest objection.
Because in the entire Pai Gang, when it comes to devotion and fanaticism towards the Water Goddess, Master Jie Pi must be among the top ten.
He calls himself a boy under the throne of the Queen, and his favorite thing to do on weekdays is to tie disobedient people to huge rocks and send them to the Water Goddess.
As the name suggests, if a person can climb out of the Qingshui River on his own, it means that the Water Goddess has forgiven his sins.
It's a pity that until now, it seems that the empress has never forgiven anyone.
Mr. Jie Pi walked to the door of Ping An Store and looked around first.
Seeing that everyone was subconsciously avoiding his sight, he grinned in an arc, then with a look of compassion on his face, he kicked open the door with a violent kick.
"Old man Sha, the blessing has come that all your sons will die!"
A moment later, Mr. Sha's pleas for mercy could be heard in the Ping'an Store, interspersed with the clanging of weapons, curses and screams, and finally silence returned.
Listening to these extremely familiar voices, Sha Qixi seemed to finally understand something. His face was full of anger and panic, and he rushed over without even thinking.
But at this moment, a pair of rough hands full of scars grabbed him tightly from behind.
Before he could roar in anger, a big hand with a fishy smell covered his mouth again.
"Well, well..."
\Like a dead dog, he was dragged out of Ping An Store.
All Sha Qixi's anger, grievance, and fear turned into countless tears and poured out.
There was no trace of ferocity or violence on Mr. Jie Pi's fat face. He had a peaceful smile on his face and nodded to the people who were peeking around.