When the old man said this, he sighed and said, "Those bats were spiritual pets raised by Shuramen in the early years. When the sect perished, they followed us and fled here. Later, the people among us gradually died of old age, but more and more of them. Before, I could control them and prevent them from going out to harm people, but now I can no longer control them as a living dead person."

I frowned and looked at the old man. He looked like he was dead, but when I thought of the round light technique, I had to use it, so it was really hard to tell whether what he was telling the truth.

The fat man also looked disbelief and asked, "You are the only living person here? But that day I clearly saw another old man jumping into the well. Who is he?"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "You said he was injured by you when he went out that day. After he came back, he used soul-catching techniques several times in a row. His body was too exhausted and he died."

The fat man was stunned and asked, "How do you know he was injured by me?"

The old man raised his arm without two taels of flesh, pointed to the wall that showed his image, and replied, "It was all displayed there. In order to avoid the pursuit of enemies, we fled here in a panic. Several masters from the sect worked together to set up the "Great Circle Light Array". This formation can show the situation near the well so that we can check the situation outside at any time in this hall. That day I saw you chasing him back with my own eyes. Is this fake?"

"So, you didn't do this round light technique?" I asked.

"Young man is pretty, he actually knows the round light technique." He praised me and said to himself, "Don't say that I am half-dead and I am not capable of doing this even in my heyday."

I stared at his face, analyzed the possibility of his lying, and asked, "You said that the old man is dead, where is his body?"

"Come with me." The old man said, turning around and walking slowly towards a side hall.

His skinny body walked like a puppet, as if he hadn't been up for eight hundred years.

I held the bone sword tightly and followed behind with twelve points of energy.

There was a lamp on the door of the side hall. After the old man lit it, he pointed it inside and said, "You can see it for yourself!"

The situation inside surprised me. There were hundreds of dead bones of babies everywhere. There were in the center of these dead bones, and an old man sat on the ground.

This old man was skinny and almost the same as the mummy outside. I checked it carefully and found that he had no chance of life and had already died.

"Is this the old ghost?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man nodded, looked at the dead bones all over the ground, and said in surprise: "Are these babies thrown away back then?"

"That's right." The old man said firmly and unquestionably.

"How did these corpses come here?" I thought of a possibility and asked.

"Of course I picked it up. I don't know when the nearby villages began to throw their children into this well. After these children came down, their ghosts continued to disperse and ran to our Shuramen to cry. At that time, the people we were together died almost. I saw that these children were pitiful, so I picked them up and let their souls stay here to accompany us a few old people who were neither human nor ghosts."

"Later, we were all the only ones who died, and I and this old guy were left. In order to survive, he came up with a way to reincarnate and borrow a life of life."

"The banned arts that we Shuramen practice, and reincarnation and life borrowing is one of them. This technique allows people who die prematurely without taking ordinary procedures and directly reincarnation. For each helping a little ghost to reincarnate, the person who casts the art can borrow three years of life from the little ghost..."

This old man is very talkative, we didn't ask, he said something big on his own.

But I don’t understand one thing. How come the old lady who was obviously begging for the past, but why did she become a fucked old man in his mouth?

So I asked.

This guy didn't expect me to ask this question, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "I didn't expect you, the young man, to know what happened back then... the old lady was transformed by him. We Shuramen can transform all living things."

After hearing this, the fat man asked, "Since he has achieved his goal of borrowing life, why do he still need to absorb people's vitality?"

He was obviously still worried about the day he was sucked in the coffin.

"I borrow my life to live, and to absorb essence to practice. He is not as content with the status quo as I am. He has always been ambitious and wants to cultivate to the great success, go to the Shura Realm, and live forever. I don't expect that this time he met you and was hurt by you. Our body with strong yin and weak yang is closer to ghosts, and the blood on the tip of the tongue is fatal to us."

The old man was not impatient and said it, and he looked like he knew everything. He even said that blood on his tongue could kill him. It seemed that he was not prepared for us.

But I always feel that something is wrong, and I still haven't relaxed my vigilance towards him.

"So many people have died, why did you survive alone?"

The old man shook his head and sighed: "I didn't understand. Everyone is dead, why don't I die? I know that I am alone in this dark place, and there is not even a person to talk. Today you two are here, let's have a good chat with me."

His words made me speechless. How could it be like this?

Originally, Fatty and I came to catch the demon, but now this demon is talking nonsense, and there is no hostility at all!

I don't believe everything about him, but I can't kill him with one sword. It sounds like he's not at all wrong.

What to do now?

It's impossible to chat with him here, right?

After thinking about it, I finally thought of a question that I thought I could test out: "What can I do to get rid of those demon bats outside?"

The old man didn't even think about it: "There is a way, it's very simple. Just grab them and burn them with fire."

The fat man immediately glared: "This is simple? How can he catch those hundreds of people flying in the sky?"

The old man laughed and said, "It seems that you two still don't understand the habits of bats. They will naturally come back during the day when they go out at night. As long as you wait here until tomorrow, you can catch them all in one place."

Speaking of this, the old man paused for a while, as if he was afraid that we would not believe it, and added: "I was reluctant to sacrifice their lives. After all, they have been with me for so many years, but I was afraid that it would not work. When I die, our Shuramen will completely disappear, so let them disappear with me."

He said sadness came from it, a hint of sadness appeared on his shriveled old face, and sighed heavily, slowly sat on the stone steps, staring at a large area of ​​mummies in a daze.

The fat man glanced at me, and what should I do if my eyes were full of words?

"Since that's the case, let's wait for the demon bats to come back here." I sat next to the old man and said to the fat man.
Chapter completed!