Chapter 197 Seeing the mastermind behind the scenes in a dream
The man poured the water on the ground patiently, and then said in a hoarse voice: "It's just that your memory has disappeared. If you want to remember the past, you can only find it yourself."
"Who are you?"
"The one you've been looking for."
"It was you who destroyed the whole family of You Mansion? Who are you?" Shancha drew out his soft sword and wanted to kill the man, but he didn't have any strength at all.
As if he was drowning in a charcoal stove, his tongue instinctively licked his dry lips, wanting to take a few sips of stream water.
He held it with both hands, but they were filled with broken bones.
What's happening here?
Shancha looked at the man fiercely, "You bastard, show your face if you can."
The man did not speak, but took a few steps forward and pointed to the ground beneath his feet.
Shancha looked up and couldn't help but be surprised to see that many plants were growing out of the parched land.
When he saw these plants, Shancha's mind finally became clearer, and the surrounding scene also changed.
It turned into the Hall of Injustice, with broken arms and limbs everywhere, and blood staining the ground red.
"Emperor Father, Queen Mother, Big Brother...!" Shancha cried and rushed towards the corpses, but was dragged tightly by a man in a black robe, "You can't go there, hurry up and leave the underworld."
However, Shancha refused to leave and frantically tried to break free from the man's restraints.
"Ah Cha, let's go quickly."
Looking at the white-robed man rushing over, Shancha cried loudly, "Brother Xing, was it the masked man who killed Emperor Father and the others?"
"It's not that easy to leave."
Suddenly, the masked man rushed over with hundreds of masked killers, trapping the three people in the middle.
Xing Zui and the other man drew their swords and protected Shancha behind them.
Shan Cha cried so hard that her eyesight turned black and she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only hear the sound of weapons hitting each other and the muffled sound of corpses falling to the ground.
I don’t know how long the fight lasted, but the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the masked man spoke coldly, “It’s really hard to find a place even though you have worn iron shoes, and it took no effort to get here.
It seems that even God is on my side."
Shancha rubbed his eyes vigorously and finally saw the scene in front of him clearly. He saw Xing Zhi and the man lying in a pool of blood, motionless, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
"I'll fight with you." Shancha slashed at the masked man with his sword, but no one was hurt, and only a piece of his sleeve was cut off.
Shan Cha clearly saw a red birthmark on the man's wrist. When she wanted to see it more clearly, she sat up from the coffin board.
When I woke up from my dream, my clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
Tonight, the moon was dark, the wind was high, and there was a strange "wow" sound. Shancha was so frightened by his dream that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he turned over and sat up again, lit the dry pipe pot, and slowly started smoking.
Knowing that what he dreamed about just now was her memory, it seems that Mo Yuan really guessed it right.
But she didn't see clearly who was behind the scenes. She didn't know why, but she always felt that the mastermind was very familiar with the underworld.
When he walked back and forth with his hands behind his back, he seemed to be strolling through his back garden.
Could it be that the mastermind behind the scenes is someone from the underworld?
“Hufufu……!”
While Shancha was thinking wildly, suddenly a gust of wind blew in from the crack of the door, and she subconsciously pulled out the soft sword and held it in her hand.
The two candles lit on the table swayed in the wind, becoming brighter and darker.
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
Yan Yan was awakened by the sound of Shancha drawing his weapon, and turned over to sit up.
"Having a nightmare."
"You're so old, but you're still afraid of nightmares." Yan Yan said helplessly, taking off his gown and putting it on Shan Cha, "Go to sleep, I'm here to watch over you, don't be afraid!"
"Yeah!" Shancha responded. Just as he was about to lie down and sleep, another gust of wind blew in.
The wind also carried a putrid smell, causing the candlelight to sway.
"Stern, do you feel something is wrong?" Shancha broke out in a cold sweat, and when the wind blew, she shivered from the cold.
"Something's wrong, what's wrong?" He said with a serious look on his face.
"This wind is so cold!"
"It's late at night, and the wind outside the house is naturally cold. The village is not tight, and the wind is exposed everywhere, so the temperature will be lower." After Yan Yan finished speaking, he lit up a fire in the house, stretched out his hand to pat the camellia, "Go to sleep quickly."
Come on, I'll keep watch, and I'll call you if anything happens."
"Yeah!" Shancha responded. When he turned over, he inadvertently saw a blood-red eye at the crack of the door, staring at them coldly.
Evil creatures that can hide their aura are all powerful characters.
Shan Cha secretly wrote a few words on Yan Yan's back, then closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
Yan Yan calmly added some firewood to the fire, sat back next to Shancha, and wrote the word Qianmian in her palm.
Shancha's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat fell from her forehead. She was not afraid of thousands of faces fighting in the underworld.
In the human world, most of her Taoism has been suppressed, and she cannot use the karma fire of hell. What should she do?
Grandpa and Chiyan fought thousands of times, but neither of them took advantage.
Chiyan's moral conduct is much higher than theirs. It seems that they are in bad luck today.
“Hufufu…………!”
The wind outside the house was getting stronger and stronger, and Shancha felt a damp and cold air blowing against his face, as if his whole body was soaked in a cold well. The cold was biting, and there was a sense of suffocation, making it difficult to breathe.
"Crack, crash, crash!" Shancha heard the sound of iron chains coming from outside the house. She quickly got out of bed and pushed the door open.
I saw a big man with a leopard head and body, holding a black iron chain, walking into the yard.
As soon as he walked in, the temperature of the entire courtyard dropped a lot, and it was frighteningly cold.
There is also a stooped old woman standing in the east corner of the courtyard.
Mo Yuan, who was woken up, pulled Shancha into the house and said, "Don't go out. This is Feng Yuanhai, the golden-eyed leopard of Yuanming Palace. What he is holding is the ancient trapped god's rope. Not even the gods dare to fight with it."
The magic weapon is right.
The reason why the Feng family is so crazy is because Feng Qingcheng and Feng Li left them a lot of good magic weapons."
Feng Yuanhai acted as if he hadn't seen many people, and slowly walked towards the old woman, and the sleepy rope in his hand flew out.
The trapped cord was like a living thing, tightly wrapped around the old woman's neck.
Feng Yuanhai dragged the old woman out, but the old woman didn't resist and followed obediently, like a docile sheep.
When Feng Yuanhai walked to the entrance of the courtyard, he slowly turned his head and glanced at Shancha. His eyes were extremely complicated, with yearning, awe, and a hatred that made iron unable to turn into steel.
Shancha didn't know how sincere this subordinate was to her former master, and she didn't dare to step forward to acknowledge him. She nodded slightly to him as a greeting.
"well!"
Feng Yuanhai sighed and pulled the old woman forward.
Just when they stepped out of the yard, something happened suddenly.
Several gleaming hidden weapons were fired at the old woman from all directions.
The old woman had a trap around her neck and was unable to dodge. Several hidden weapons were shot into her body.