"What the hell is wrong? Did something happen to my father?" Wuqi's voice changed suddenly and he asked urgently.

Perro nodded subconsciously. He was silent for about three seconds, sorted out the thoughts in his mind, and then slowly replied: "What happened. Your father's strength was indeed very powerful, even terrifying at that time. However, a battle killed all the powerful people in the world's holy realm, and he himself suffered considerable damage.

The strength directly stepped out of the peak of the Holy Realm from half a foot and fell to the peak of the master level.

Later, your father took me back to my village, and he planned to send me back to the village and leave alone. However, when we returned, we found that the village had been flattened by the army and turned into a ruin. After that, he took me to heal my wounds and wander. After about a year we got together, he began to slowly teach me some methods of cultivation.

It was from that time that I began to embark on the path of a cultivator step by step.

Your father was almost an invincible existence at that time. Although my progress was very slow, he taught him very patiently. Moreover, his life span was much longer than that of ordinary people after becoming a cultivator, so I spent a lot of time.

My strength is to slowly become stronger while wandering with your father. As for your father's injuries, he recovered very slowly, but as time passed day after day, year after year, he gradually recovered to the almost invincible existence that had half his foot stepped out of the peak of the Holy Realm."

Hearing this, the worry in Wuqi's eyes disappeared immediately. Julia subconsciously patted her chest and secretly relieved Wuqi. Nakelulu's eyes suddenly lit up and asked subconsciously: "So, is Slug's father still alive? Where did he go later? Why didn't he be with you?"

Perot looked at Nakelulu with an expressionless face, without answering, but a slight look of anger suddenly flashed in his eyes, but his eyes finally fell back to Wuqi and said lightly: "Originally, after your father recovered his strength, he could walk sideways no matter where he was, and there was no need to continue wandering. However, on the day after he recovered his strength, for some reason, he seemed to have begun to change."

"Changed?" Wuqi asked inexplicably.

"Yes." Perot nodded, his eyes immediately showed a confused look, and he continued, "I just felt that at that time. At that time, my strength had reached the level of the initial stage of the Holy Realm, and I had spent more than four thousand years with your father, so I thought I knew your father very well.

Your father has a peaceful personality and never looked down on me or looked down on me because of any class of ideas. Instead, he seemed to be my master. After I failed to hit the bottleneck many times, he would encourage me again and again, telling me not to give up and continue to work hard.

So after more than four thousand years of time, our relationship has been very good. However, that day, when he restored all his strength, people seemed to become abnormal. Yes, it was very abnormal.

I remember very clearly that at that time, he would say "get out." or "get out of me quickly." This is something that is not in line with his personality. It was not until one night when I accidentally saw him talking to himself alone under the moon and talking nonsense to the air that I realized that he seemed to have a disease called schizophrenia."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wuqi and others' minds seemed to be directly hit by another lightning falling from the sky, and their bodies trembled involuntarily again.

"The strength has reached that level, and you will get sick?" In the end, Balk still couldn't control his inner shock and asked in a lost voice. The others nodded in agreement and continued to remain silent.

"I can understand your feelings." Seeing this, Perot suddenly showed an unconcealed wry smile on his face, and said, "I thought I had read it wrong at the beginning. Who knew that since then, your father's situation has become more and more similar to the schizophrenia described in the ordinary world.

At first, he had an illness better time, but it only happened once or twice a week, but as the days passed day by day, it turned out to be an attack every day. And every attack, your father looked extremely terrifying. His good temper suddenly became very irritable, and his originally gentle gaze suddenly became particularly fierce, as if he had completely turned into another person.

Fortunately, every time he had an illness, it didn't take long. Not long after, your father returned to his original personality. But what I was most worried about happened again. After he had an illness, he did not quickly recover to his original personality. His fierce and ferocious look lasted for three days and three nights.

On the fourth day, when I thought he could never recover, he miraculously recovered. But I saw with my own eyes that in order to restore himself to normal, he destroyed his strength and seriously injured himself, causing his strength to fall to the master level again, and finally made that disease improve significantly.

In the days that followed, the time for his onset finally became shorter and longer, and the intervals were getting longer. This should have been thankful. However, your father's self-destruction brought him a side effect that I could never have expected. He actually lost his memory."

"Amnesia?" Wuqi, who heard that a practitioner would still lose his memory for the first time, asked, but everyone could see that his eyes were more worried about his father than curiosity.

"Yes." Perot nodded, smiled bitterly, and then said: "I thought it was incredible at first, but it was so strange. Fortunately, your father didn't lose all his memories, but after every time he started to get sick, he would just forget the specific situation of the disease that day.

But I don’t know why he loses his memory and suddenly gets this strange disease. But as long as he still remembers who I am, he will practice on time every day, not forget to heal his wounds, and slowly recover his skills, I will feel relieved. For a long time afterwards, we all lived very peacefully. It took almost a thousand years.

However, the peace that lasted for more than a thousand years was completely broken in one day.

When your father's strength recovered to the peak of the Holy Realm with half his foot, he actually fell ill again. And this time the disease was even more serious than the previous ones. It lasted for a whole week before he recovered. However, after this time the disease began, your father's condition was completely different from before. He actually remembered nothing except the martial arts he mastered and the broken book in his hand.

Even if he was, he didn't remember who I was. It was naturally the result of his self-destruction. But after this time, your father didn't remember me at all and left alone without saying a word to me."

"That's how you separated?" Hearing this, Wuqi couldn't help but sigh inwardly and asked, "Where did my father go later? Fat uncle, why are you in Jubaoshan again?"

As soon as Wuqi's voice fell, Perot's eyes immediately showed anger and said, "This is exactly what I will say next. Of course, I can't sit still if your father is suffering from this disease. Although I have never officially become a master, we have the reality of a master and a disciple.

Moreover, after spending so many years with him, I have also had a deep friendship with your father. So, after I found your father, I began to visit famous doctors all over the world. Whether it is a practitioner of medical skills or a famous doctor among ordinary people, I have invited you to treat your father one by one. But I never thought that no one could cure it well.

However, although your father's illness was not cured, with the help of these famous doctors, his condition was controlled again. His spirit finally gradually returned to normal and he stopped talking to himself. However, he could never remember who I was. He remembered nothing except his name, martial arts and that broken book.

In order to restore your father's memory, I tried my best, but it didn't work at all. At this moment, I happened to hear a rumor that there was an extremely mysterious person living in a corner of the world. Legend has it that the man was a very powerful thief and there were countless mysterious ancient treasures hidden in his home.

I thought at the beginning that maybe he would have some magic medicines that only appear in ancient classics. What your father took might be useful, so I went to inquire. But after asking, I found out that the man was too mysterious. No one knew his name before, but only knew that he had a code name called Thousand Face Man that was circulated among the people."

It was only after I finally got to the point, but none of the members of the adventure team who were listeners felt verbose. Instead, everyone was very obsessed with listening. Wuqi's eyes became brighter at this moment. They looked at Perot with anticipation and asked, "The result?"

"Finished." Perro nodded subconsciously, but a hint of self-deprecating look flashed on his face and said, "However, he only found the damn old man, the Thousand Face Man, and did not find the rumored treasures, nor did he see any magic medicine.

He told me that all his treasures were left on the top of Jubao Mountain, and there were spiritual medicines that could restore memories and heal all injuries, so I came here. Where did I know that when I finally broke to the eighth floor alone, I realized that I had been fooled.

I wanted to go back, but I found that I could no longer go back. A voice that was extremely majestic and irresistible suddenly came from the sky. I told me that I disturbed him to rest and had to pay the price for it.

He asked me to protect the lower eighth floor of Jubao Mountain for him for five thousand years before I could leave. Of course, I ignored it. Unexpectedly, the other party almost suffocated me at that time just relying on his voice. In the end, I had no choice but to compromise. Later, I met you."

Perot's story was finally finished, but a faint look of fear flashed in his eyes. It seemed that he was still very afraid of the voice until now. However, Wuqi and others did not notice it, but they still had an unconcealed look of horror because they heard such a shocking fact.

What!? Perot is already so strong. There are even people who are stronger than him? He said that the lower eighth floor, are there a few more layers? This Jubao Mountain is divided into two levels?

Everyone dared not think about it anymore. This was really terrible and beyond their expectations. Even Balk, who was knowledgeable, had to forcibly throw away his curiosity at this time, but even though he didn't want to think about it anymore, his body still trembled involuntarily because of the fleeting shock in his mind.

This time, no one made any air-conditioning moves. In fact, it was not that they didn't want to, but that everyone was already numb. The shocks that Jubaoshan and his party brought to them were too much and too great, especially after Perro appeared, it almost completely broke everyone's perception of this world.

If you want to calm all the shocks in your heart one by one, of course it is impossible to suppress the breath alone. It also takes time to accumulate. It is like letting a person eat food that is far beyond his appetite in one breath, but the result will be so full that he can't even speak. There is nothing else to do except digest it slowly.

In an instant, everyone was shocked and kept silent in great understanding. But Wuqi suddenly thought of another question, so he took three deep breaths and spit out them one by one very slowly. Then he subconsciously said: "Fat uncle, then your current deadline should have come, so let's go down the mountain with us.

You can continue to help me find my father. I have never seen him since I grew up. Also, do you have a witch pattern stick in your hand? My purpose here is really just to witch pattern stick, not the medal of honor you guard."

"You mean that rag." Perot suddenly smiled slightly when he heard this and said, "Of course there is. I remember that rag was very clearly. When he met a thousand-faced man, he wanted to sell it to me, saying that he was short of money. Haha, I will give you the things now.

It’s better for you to go down the mountain yourself later. The agreed time has indeed come, but I am now working on a new trick. It’s already the last moment. When my new trick is completed, I will go down the mountain.”

After saying that, Perot's right hand immediately slashed in front of Wuqi's eyes like lightning, and a small thing suddenly appeared on his flesh palm. It was only the size of a thumb, and it looked like a "man" written in reverse, but it was like a star, shining with silver light. At first glance, it looked like a tree branch emitting silver light.

Seeing that the legendary witch pattern stick was so small, Wuqi's eyes suddenly showed a strange light that had never been seen before.
Chapter completed!