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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Nine Deaths (1)

This man was lying on his back, covered from head to toe with a thick cloth, something like animal skin. This should be a dead man. Lin Yi walked to the bed and lifted the cloth from his head. Sure enough, a figure was revealed under the cloth.

Skull. There is a pile of hair scattered next to the skull. The two black eye sockets on the skull are like two bottomless black holes in the dim firelight.

This is indeed a dead man, a man who has been dead for a long time.

Who is this person?

Lin Yi covered the skull again. He walked to the bookshelf again and took out a book from the shelf. There was dust on the book, and it had a stale smell. As soon as Lin Yi picked up the book, the book broke into pieces.

It fell into pieces and fluttered from Lin Yi's hand towards the ground. This manual had been placed here for a very long time and had been corroded.

Lin Yi judged from these phenomena that the person on the bed had been dead for at least a hundred years. He should have lived in seclusion here during his lifetime, otherwise there would be no living items in the stone room.

It is really surprising that this stone chamber is hidden on top of this cliff.

While Lin Yi was in a trance, Wang Huihei carried Mo Lingji's body and slowly came down. Wang Huihei staggered a little while walking. He continued to suffer heavy injuries today, and the injuries were too serious. He can persist until now only because of his strong strength.

will.

Lin Yi quickly stepped forward to help him, and when he came back, he said to Lin Yi: "No need to help me, please move the corpse on the bed."

Lin Yi carefully wrapped the body on the bed and placed it in a corner of the room.

Wang returned and placed Mo Lingji's body on the bed.

Lin Yi stood in front of Mo Lingji's body. Mo Lingji looked cold and arrogant, but she was one of the few infatuated women in the world. After years of hard love and searching, she finally found "Brother Qin", but she

His soul was also cut off. This made Lin Yi feel very sad.

Wang Guilai said to Lin Yi: "Do you know where she lives?"

Lin Yi said: "I know."

Wang Gui said: "Bring some clean clothes from her residence tomorrow and I will change them for her. Then let her rest here temporarily. After I die, you can find a place near the place where your third grandfather is buried."

, buried us together..."

Lin Yi heard an ominous meaning in Wang Hui's words. Wang Hui's words meant that he would die in the future. This made Lin Yi feel sad.

He said to Wang Gui: "You don't have to explain your funeral to me. My 'Second Grandpa' has died long ago. You are Wang Gui, my brother Wang. You don't have to bear the heavy guilt anymore, and you don't have to answer anything."

People are full of guilt, you will always be happy and worry-free when you come back..."

When I came back, I suddenly burst into laughter, but the laughter was full of sadness.

He said to Lin Yi: "Do you know why your third grandfather named me 'Wang Guihui' after my mental disorder? He hoped that I would come back and recover soon. I should also 'come back'. I once

Everything you do, whether it is right or wrong, should be explained and settled."

Lin Yi said, "Looking back can also be interpreted as 'forgetting to come back.' Then you just 'forget' to come back. Continue to be my brother Wang..."

"Forgot to return..." Wang Guilai read it twice, and then he said: "You cunning little Linzi, then I will listen to you, forget to return, and continue to be my Wang Guilai..."

Although Wang Huihui said so, Lin Yi knew in his heart that sometimes, if the window paper is not broken, it can still maintain its original state. Once the window paper is broken, it is not easy to go back to the original state.

Lin Yi didn't want to talk about this heavy topic anymore, and besides, he was very curious about the remains of the corpse, so he changed the subject and said: "Brother..."

Now that the word "brother" came out of his mouth, even Lin Yi felt strange. After he learned that Wang Huihui was his second grandfather, and he kowtowed to recognize him, it was no longer difficult for him to face Wang Huihui with the same mentality.

.Using the previous title also made him feel that it was unethical and disrespectful.

He asked Wang Gui Lai to "forget Hui Hui" and continue to act crazy, which seemed like he was really deceiving himself. But Lin Yi continued to call Wang Gui Lai as he always did, no matter how awkward it made him feel.

Lin Yi pointed to the corpse put aside and said: "Brother, this corpse should be more than a hundred years old. Do you know who he is?"

Wang Huihui also turned his attention to the corpse and said slowly: "His name is Xue Canglan..."

Xue Canlan?!

Lin Yi had never heard of this man's name. He also didn't know what the connection between this man who had been dead for a hundred years and Wang Huihui was.

Wang Gui said: "You must have never heard of his name, right?"

Lin Yi said: "No."

Wang Hui Lai suddenly looked at Lin Yi with an expression that was hard to describe. In the light of Huo Zhezi, Lin Yi found that Wang Hui Lai's eyes also became sparkling.

Wang Huihui said: "If you haven't heard of his name, then have you heard of the 'Nine Death Divine Art'?"

Nine Deaths Magic!

Lin Yi was shocked. Of course he had heard of it!

He heard Su Qinghou say it, and he also heard Fang Qingyun say that this "Nine Death Divine Art" is a unique skill that rivals the "Nine Death Divine Art".

When Su Qinghou said that the "Blood Demon Kung Fu" was not invincible in the world, but that the "Nine Death God Kung Fu" could rival it, Lin Yi thought that Su Qinghou was just saying it casually to cheer him up. But later he heard what Fang Qingyun also said,

Only then did I realize that there is really a kind of martial arts in this world that can compete with the "Half Blood Demon Book", and that is - the Nine Death Divine Kung Fu!

When he was in Kunlun Mountain, Lin Yi even asked Fang Qingyun for some advice on the "Nine Death Magic".

Lin Yi still clearly remembers when Fang Qingyun told him with an expression of regret that could not be concealed that the "Nine Death God Art" had been lost for at least 150 years. Only the "Nine Death God Art" could rival "Half of the Blood Demon Book"

", but the "Nine Death Magic" has been lost for a hundred years, while the "Half Blood Demon Book" has been passed down to the present, and has begun to cause harm to the world again.

Could it be that this Xue Canglan knew the "Nine Death Magic" during his lifetime?

Lin Yi said: "Brother, can it be that Xue Canglan knows the Nine-Death Skill?!"

Wang Guihui said: "Not only can he know it, I also suspect that he created this 'Nine Death Divine Art'."

As soon as Lin Yi said the words "Looking Back", he looked at the remains again and felt awe in his heart.

Wang Huihuai continued: "Back then, the Blood Demon used the Blood Demon Kung Fu to conquer the martial arts world and defeated invincible opponents. Countless masters died at his hands, and the entire world fell into the horror of the blood demon created by the Blood Demon... The Blood Demon

He even said wildly that since God gave birth to him, why didn't he give him a rival to make him feel lonely and boring? But unexpectedly, a young man came out of this mountain. This young man's name is Xue Canglan..."

It turns out that Xue Canglan was born from Wangren Mountain.

Lin Yi thought, maybe the third master and the second master were hiding in Wangren Mountain back then, and maybe they had a deeper meaning.

Wang Huihuai continued: "Xue Canglan found the Blood Demon and challenged the Blood Demon. No one knows the time and place of the decisive battle between the two. So it is rumored that there were no spectators in that shocking duel, only two people. And everyone in the world also

They don’t believe that young people can compete with the Blood Demon. They think that Xue Canglan is just another dead soul in the hands of the Blood Demon. But the result of that battle was like a stone that stirred up thousands of waves, which no one expected..."

Speaking of this, Wang Hui Hui stopped. He looked at Xue Canglan's remains and didn't know what kind of mood he was feeling at this moment. (To be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at Qidian (), you

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