Just when I couldn't help but resist, and was wrapping my eyeballs with spiritual energy threads and sending them into the sockets, the female driver's words came out again: "Then you have to step over my corpse!"
I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly my neck felt cold, and my head felt like it was about to fall off. In an instant, the healing force appeared again, pulling my head and quickly merging the broken flesh and blood. With just one breath, I
My head returned to its original state, and there was no longer any feeling of falling off.
This surprised me, but there was a questioning sound behind me.
My footsteps became faster, and the female driver's yelling voice came at the same time. With a buzz, I was instantly blown away by the cold air waves. When my back hit the wall, I had already stuffed my eyes into my eye sockets, and it hurt so much.
In the middle, there was a vast expanse of white, as if we were in a heavy fog.
"Don't look, let's run!" the flower director's voice sounded. He grabbed my hand and was about to jump out of the window.
I was stunned for a moment. In the white blur, two figures were violently colliding. I couldn't tell which one was the female driver, but the power was the same. Are female drivers so powerful? Why do they feel so much more powerful than a half-immortal like me?
?
Jumping out of the window, the flower director and I ran all the way until we ran several streets before we stopped.
We climbed up on a billboard and looked towards the store, only to see it was dark over there. The lights in the room might have been broken.
Hanamichi let out a long sigh of relief: "What happened just now? Where did that gray figure come from?"
I rolled my eyes at Hanadaochang and said, "When you said that you knew the identity of the female driver, you were speechless."
The flower director was stunned. He took out his left hand from the iron frame of the billboard and touched his mouth. A strange look suddenly appeared on his face. After a while, he smiled bitterly and said: "It seems that my guess is correct. I know how to deal with it."
The past!"
After saying that, the flower director let go and fell down, hitting the ground with a crash. After landing, he shouted to follow him.
I also jumped off the billboard and followed closely.
We were almost reaching the suburbs when we stopped in front of a single-family building next to a real estate under construction. It had six floors, but it looked like it had been very old. Under the moonlight, it looked particularly cold and dilapidated.
The balcony on the third floor is wrapped with a large billboard that reads: Feng Shui Gua Xiang.
I originally thought that the florist would go to the third floor, but we stopped in front of the first room on the left on the sixth floor.
Before we knocked on the door, the door opened directly. When I looked inside, I was immediately frightened by the stone statues with ferocious faces. They were big and small. The largest one was as tall as a person, and the smallest one was only as big as a palm. I
After looking at them for a few more times, Hanamichi pressed my neck and told me not to look at them, as they would affect my Taoist mind.
I feel even more strange, how can looking at a stone statue affect my Taoist mind? Could it be...
Instantly my scalp became numb and my heart jumped into my throat. The ascetic sculpture, which was half a man tall, was smiling slightly, but when I first entered the door, I saw that it clearly had a sad face.
With a snap, I suddenly came back to my senses and saw the angry expression of the flower director: "I told you not to look!"
I was flabbergasted and lowered my head. After all, he had told me not to let me see it before. There was a strange phenomenon just now, and he slapped me. Although it was a bit like hitting my son, I was angry in my heart, but I still endured it.
As I walked all the way into the room, there were stone statues everywhere. Although I deliberately didn't look at them, I still caught a glimpse of the faces of the stone statues. All of them changed their faces, and they all had strange faces.
Fortunately, I no longer looked carefully, until the middle-aged man with long hair and a beard in front of me opened a door, and we got in, and we got rid of the situation where there were stone statues everywhere.
There was only one red light bulb on in the room, and a photo hung on the wall, which was a close-up of the stone statues in various monuments. A desk was placed in the corner of the room, with stone pillars piled underneath, and there were
There is a stone statue without a carved face.
I was curious, what did the florist bring me here?
At this moment, the middle-aged man pointed to the ground, Hanadao Chang sat down cross-legged, and I followed suit.
"Senior, we need the power to attack the past." Master Hua was very respectful. Except for seeing him be so respectful when offering incense to the master, I have never seen him show this attitude in other places.
The middle-aged man hummed, picked up two finger-thick stone pillars from the desk, handed them to me and the flower director: "Eat it."
I was a bit suspicious that I heard it wrong, but Hanamichi swallowed it in one bite without hesitation. I hesitated for a moment and wanted to use the spiritual energy thread to explore the stone pillar, but suddenly the middle-aged man slapped me in the face.
On top of my head, I didn't even have time to hide, and he grabbed my head directly: "Don't waste it, it's hard to get this thing."
At this moment, the spiritual energy in my body seemed to be scattered, and I couldn't even condense it.
I gritted my teeth and was about to imitate the flower master and swallow the stone pillar, when I saw the flower master next to me suddenly trembled in pain, and finally rolled back and forth on the ground, squirming in pain. After three breaths, the flower master suddenly seemed like
Someone pressed the rewind button, and his body quickly reversed itself on the ground according to the previous struggle. He sat back down and opened his eyes.
At this moment, I suddenly felt an indescribable aura. It shook the whole room instantly, shaking my heart and soul violently, and I felt like I wanted to escape quickly.
The middle-aged man coughed, and I no longer hesitated and swallowed the stone pillar. Then, the stone pillar got stuck in my throat. I swallowed frantically, but it remained motionless. Gradually, I felt it melt, and
There is also a strange force flowing in my body. It is different from spiritual energy. It does not have a thick feeling. Instead, it gives me a feeling that it doesn't matter if I take it or not.
However, it is this feeling that makes my meridians instantly entangled, as if I am afraid that it will disappear, and I am absorbing it crazily.
Suddenly, I felt endless pain. Although I restrained myself, my body still rolled crazily on the ground involuntarily.
Until I sat back down like a flower arborist, the power was still vague and insignificant, but I could clearly feel that it contained much more desolation than the aura.
My consciousness gradually became blurry, and suddenly I heard a middle-aged man's voice: "You are the 1,300th person to come to me. Please keep your heart and don't follow in the footsteps of your predecessors."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, I felt like the world was spinning and I lost consciousness.
When I opened my eyes again, everything around me was as empty as a grassland. In a daze, I got up from the ground and saw the flower arbor next to me, who had just freshened up and was sitting on the ground with a confused look on his face.