In this zombie-infested cave, a thin old man appeared with his back leaning against a stalagmite bird. This was something that any normal person would feel was abnormal. However, Xu Qing was an extraordinary person who had seen too many extraordinary things. In his opinion,
The appearance of the thin old man is barely acceptable. This old man may be the same person as the Taoist priest of the Dragon and Tiger Sect. No matter what, it is always good to be a little more careful.
Han Bao squinted his eyes as he watched the young warrior walking towards him with a sword. He felt inexplicably excited in his heart, and there was a liquid gathering at the bottom of his tongue. The taste of the blood of the ancient warrior was something he missed very much. It was mellow and rich, just like a cup of incomparable sweetness.
of wine... It couldn't wait to bite off the artery on the young warrior's neck and fill his mouth with blood.
Xu Qing clasped the Long Yuan Sword back on his wrist, walked slowly to the stone platform and stood there. He tilted his head and scanned the chest of the thin old man opposite with his clairvoyant eyes. He found nothing unusual. The old man was a living person and his heart was still alive.
Jumping in and out.
"Hey! Don't tell me you are some kind of lost old goat that fell into the pit by mistake. Tell me, where is that stiff hair?" Xu Qing came to the point straight to the point. He was careful and found a handful of hair at the feet of the thin old man.
White hair.
Hanbao smiled bitterly and shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Mao Zhan? You mean the big guy, right? He was there just now, maybe he went to fish in the Yin River over there, the big guy is just stupid, he is a good man.
!I fell into the hole all these years thanks to his care, otherwise I would have turned into a pile of rotten bones!"
Xu Qing frowned slightly and asked in a low voice: "How did you get to this place? How did Mao Zheng take care of you?"
"Alas!" Hanba sighed and said in a confused voice: "I don't even remember how many years it has been since I fell. When I fell, I seemed to be head-first on the ground. I hit a big hole in my forehead and was unconscious for several days.
For days and nights, I can’t remember anything about the past. Going out would be a dead end anyway, so I might as well wait here to die. Fortunately, I have a big guy here. When I’m hungry, he’ll help me fish in the Yin River. When I’m thirsty, there’s water here.
I don’t know how many years have passed here. If I die one day, this is a good burial place..."
Xu Qing raised his eyes and glanced at the thin old man's head. He didn't find any scars. He couldn't help but wonder. If it was true that he fell from above and suffered amnesia, there wouldn't be even a scar on his head. From the looks of it,
This old man didn't tell the truth!
"Hmm! If you want to go back, I can take you for a ride. Since medicine is so advanced now, it's not difficult to find your former family members." Xu Qing asked tentatively. If the old man had no evil intentions, he would definitely be very happy.
I promise, if there is something wrong, don’t blame me. Long Yuan’s sword does not discriminate between young and old.
The thin old man trembled all over, suddenly turned around and hugged the stalagmite in front of him and cried loudly, as if what he was hugging was not a stalagmite that looked like a chicken, but an inseparable old lover. He burst into tears and snot, and cried so hard that it even fell on his chin.
The beard was all wet, and a stream of mucus fell to the ground along the tip of the beard, leading to bright silk threads, barely opening a few water flowers.
Xu Qing was originally suspicious of this thin old man who was lying, but he was a little confused by his sudden emotional outburst. He unconsciously took a few steps forward and came to the old man's side. He lowered his voice and persuaded: "
Why are you crying? If you don't want to go back, pull him down." As he spoke, he put his hand on the thin old man's shoulder. It was quite pitiful to think about such a crazy old man who fell into a pit and lived with Mao Zhan for who knows how many years.
Tsk! The moment his palm touched the skinny old man's shoulder, the soul ring on his fingertips emitted wisps of black air as thin as hair, and quietly slipped into his ear hole. Xu Qing did not see the soul ring.
The ring was abnormal, but Hanba, who was holding the stalagmite and crying bitterly, felt that a foreign object had penetrated into the ear hole, and subconsciously picked it a few times with his little finger.
Hanbao cried and turned around, stretched his arms forward to hug Xu Qing's legs, his movements were as fast as wind and lightning. When he wanted to jump away, it was already a step too late, and the thin old man hugged him up to his knees.
"No, I want to go back. I have even dreamed of going back. I'm so excited! It's a pity that I can't remember what my family looks like..." The thin old man tightly held Xu Qing's legs with his hands, moved his head forward a little, and said,
He whispered in a trembling voice, but sounded a little incoherent.
Xu Qing put his palm on the thin old man's shoulder and whispered: "It's okay. It's not difficult to find someone now. Let go first. I still have something to ask."
The thin old man had no intention of letting go. On the contrary, he moved his face forward a little. His mouth was about to touch the surface of Xu Qing's calf. At this moment, he felt another itching sensation in his ear hole, and he couldn't help it.
He picked it a few more times with his little finger, nodded vigorously and said, "If you have anything to do, just ask, and I will tell you what I know."
Xu Qing frowned slightly and said, "What I want to ask is very simple. Did you see a woman fall in just now?"
The thin old man thought for a while, then nodded immediately and said: "Yes, it's a woman with purple lips. It seems that the big man took her away..." When he was speaking, he moved his mouth closer, and suddenly, he turned his head and opened his mouth.
When he bites Xu Qing's ankle, he won't be picky. As long as he bites off the opponent's hamstring first, the rest will be easy. He has used this move to defeat several warriors before, showing off his weakness before he can hit him with one blow.
Poof! The two canines on the Drought Demon's upper teeth grew out an inch and a half in an instant, and they bite together at a very fast speed. A soft sound like a flat tire was heard in its ears, and then it felt a chill on the back of its neck.
Without thinking too much, Tuanshen rolled on the spot and avoided it. A ray of blue light almost passed by the soles of its feet, leaving a half-foot-long sword mark on the stone platform.
Xu Qing swung his sword and slashed into the air. He moved forward quickly and stabbed diagonally with the sword from where he raised his hand. Fortunately, he had thought carefully just now and used two layers of protective aura to cover his legs and feet, otherwise he would have really failed.
What a big loss. I don’t know when the old zombie in front of me has developed wisdom and knows how to shed tears to gain sympathy. If it slips outside, it will definitely be a disaster. Since I bumped into it, it’s better to get rid of it.
The sword came to the body, and Hanba just stood up from the ground. His feet slipped and he retreated two feet, barely avoiding the edge of the sword. He lightly tapped the surface of the stalagmite beside him with his backhand. This palm seemed to be erratic and weak, but in fact it was used.
He felt a soft and dark energy, and heard a crunching sound like chewing cooked soybeans. Circles of spider web-like cracks appeared on the surface of the huge stalagmite. The whole process only took two seconds.
The sword failed again. Xu Qing took two steps across his feet, shrugged slightly and punched Hanba in the chest. This old zombie dodges so fast that he has never seen it before. He must not let it have any chance to breathe. It's crazy.
With fists and Longyuan Sword, just greet them as much as you can...