In fact, to be honest, I was forced to have no choice.
Is it possible that there are not many weird things that have happened to me during this period? It is precisely because I have experienced so many weird things that I subconsciously thought that the old woman in front of me was an expert.
In addition, now that my cheap master has left me alone, when I encounter some difficult problems, I will definitely find a way to find someone for help. This is why I treat her like this.
When I bowed to this old woman, Wanlin beside me looked at me with a puzzled look.
Perhaps in her opinion, the ghost-like old woman who appeared in front of her hiding in the dark corridor could not be a so-called expert at all.
The old woman restrained her previous smile. To be honest, judging from the old woman's appearance, once the cold and eerie smile faded, her serious face became even more terrifying. Even if my mood changed at this moment, I
When I saw her old face, my heart beat faster.
I swallowed hard and was about to continue talking. The old woman who had been occupying the corridor finally started walking slowly. She walked slowly to the exit of the corridor. Every step seemed to take an infinite amount of time.
Seems like strength.
The old woman walked very softly, almost to the point of being silent.
But I don’t know why, when I watched her steps fall, there seemed to be a "dong" sound in my ears. Every step she took seemed to step on my heart, which made me
I felt my heartbeat speeding up, as if I might be crushed by the old woman's foot at any time.
She did not walk out of the aisle immediately, but continued to occupy the entrance and exit and looked at me.
Then she slowly raised her trembling arms and said hoarsely, "Go back and never come to this place again. Young man, this is the advice I give you. Of course, you don't have to believe me who is dying."
Old woman, I won’t be the one in trouble anyway, don’t you think so?”
After she said this last rhetorical question, she lowered her head, leaned on crutches, and slowly prepared to leave.
But at this time, I don’t want her to leave.
I quickly blocked her way. The old woman raised her head, gave me a strange look, and asked, "What's wrong, young man, didn't you want me to let you go if you wanted the old woman before? Why are you blocking the old woman's way now?"
Could it be that you think I’m an old woman and I’m easy to bully?”
The old woman's voice seemed extremely hoarse, and there was no strength in speaking in this hoarse tone.
This dying old woman seemed to be lying on the ground at any time, but I was very sure that everything she showed at this moment was an illusion, and she had abilities that were unknown to outsiders.
Because when I heard her feeble voice, I actually felt an ominous feeling in my heart, as if if I continued like this, I might be killed by the old woman in front of me at any time.
I took a few deep breaths, then took a few steps back, and bowed to the old woman again with my fists clasped, and said, "Grandma, I really can't help it. After all, we are friends, so I have to step in to help. I hope you can give me some advice, grandma."
What should I do on this trip to prevent those things from happening?"
As a result, this old woman had a very stubborn temper. She just refused to say anything and walked straight in front of me.
This made me either give way or not. Finally, just when she was about to hit me, I could only respectfully make way for her to pass.
When walking past me, the old woman suddenly stopped. I don't know why, but at this moment she kept sighing in a low voice in front of me. Because I was standing next to her, I could hear it clearly.
, at this moment, she kept chanting in her mouth: What an injustice, what an injustice.
Injustice? What does this mean?
Just when I was puzzled, the strange old woman in front of me slowly raised her head and stared at me with her cloudy eyes.
"You are the apprentice of that old bastard. Is it possible that he doesn't care about your life or death?"
Originally, I knew that this old woman's background was not simple, and she should be an expert. But as soon as she said these words, there was a thunderous sound in my ears, and my eyes widened in horror, with an expression of disbelief.
He looked at the old woman in front of him.
What this old woman said really shocked me. She...she meant...she definitely knew my master.
Who is my master? That is Mr. Yin Yang Liu Yishou, who is famous in the industry. He has unpredictable methods. Apart from Zhao Gongquan, very few people know about this matter. Anyway, there are absolutely no people who know it.
I don't believe that Zhao Gongquan would show such pain to the old woman in front of me and come to this place to tell this old woman that I am Liu Yishou's apprentice.
I think Zhao Gongquan doesn't even know that such a person exists in our urban area.
And listening to the tone of this old woman's words, it seems that she has an unusual relationship with my master.
Birds of a feather flock together and people divide into groups.
How could someone my master knew be a weakling?
Now I felt a little excited. I didn't expect to meet an expert by accident.
Now my cheap master has left me alone and is unwilling to come forward to help me with anything. If I have a good relationship with this old woman, then for the sake of my master, if I am in danger,
Can't we just ask her for help?
After all, whether it's Taozi's incident or our village's incident, it really gives me a headache and embarrassment.
As a result, the old woman seemed to have guessed what I was thinking, and actually spoke directly, killing all my thoughts.
"Since that thief boy is not willing to help you too much, don't expect me to help you settle these things, but...hey, I still owe him some things."
From the beginning to the end, the old woman's eyes never left my eyes. Her cloudy eyes seemed to be filled with clouds, and I almost fell into them completely.
At this time, she suddenly raised her arm and grabbed my palm.
She reached out and gently wrote a word on my palm.
As for what the word is, I have no idea at all.
Although all the previous actions of this old woman were so slow, the strange thing is that when she wrote this word on the palm of my hand, it seemed extremely fast, and all the strokes were completed in the blink of an eye.