I can understand Uncle Wudao's pain. He didn't even go back to the Yellow River just to avenge the Baigu family, but the enemy is no longer something he can deal with. He clearly knows who the murderer is, but he can't do anything about it. It's like a beautiful woman is in front of you.
In front of you, but you seem to have run out of oil.
To a man, being powerless is simply more cruel than being unable.
Nong Qing could only comfort him by saying, "Don't be sad, uncle. It's not your problem. Just try your best. How about we go back? Kyoto is not our place to settle down and live after all. We will feel very uncomfortable if we leave the Yellow River."
Nong Qing wanted to go back. She had hardly been out since she was a child growing up in the Yellow River. Naturally, she didn't like this so-called colorful world.
But Uncle Wudao shook off her hand, obviously not wanting to give up, and he didn't answer her words, but still looked at my mask.
"This mask..."
"It belongs to him. I just needed it, so I put it on." I answered perfunctorily. After all, it was difficult for me to explain the mask, and it had nothing to do with Uncle Wudao anymore.
"Can you show me?" Uncle Wudao suddenly became interested. I don't know if he drank too much or for some other reason.
"Whatever you want."
I didn't think too much and just threw the mask to him.
After Uncle Wudao drank the wine from the glass, he took the mask directly. He looked at it carefully, and then said to himself, "How do I feel that this mask seems to be alive?"
Nong Qing and others were speechless and could only say angrily, "Uncle, you drank too much."
"I'm not drunk. I can feel its heartbeat. It's so weird."
Uncle Wudao refuted Nong Qing's words, and then actually put on the mask.
At first we didn't stop it, and we didn't feel there was anything wrong. We just wore a mask, didn't we?
But after Uncle Wudao put on the mask, his body suddenly twitched, as if something had hit him. He suddenly stopped moving, but he was sitting upright, but just now he had a few too many drinks and people were talking gushingly.
It kept going, but suddenly it became quiet, and the eyes exposed by the mask began to glow a little red.
"Uncle, stop making trouble and take off the mask. We will go back tomorrow. The tribe still doesn't know what happened to them. That guy named Su Hun has tied up all of our tribe. We have to go back to rescue them."
Nong Qing got a little impatient and stood up to grab Uncle Wudao. She really didn't want to be drunk and crazy with a middle-aged man here.
But the moment she got up, I immediately held down her hand and prevented her from touching Uncle Wudao.
"Don't touch him, he's a little weird," I said.
No, to be precise, the mask is abnormal, but why doesn’t it look like this when I wear it? When I wear it on my face, it’s just an ordinary mask.
Nong Qing froze because Uncle Wudao looked at her, but... the mask was smiling.
Yes, the mask was smiling, and it was very weird. I suddenly regretted letting him put it on, but I didn't know that such a situation would happen. It was so weird.
"Uncle, you...what's wrong with you?" Nong Qing became nervous and called several times, but Uncle Wudao didn't react at all.
"Su Yang, your mask is evil." Nong Qing pointed at the mask.
I shook my head, "I've said it before, it's not my mask, it's Su Mie's."
"Then why is it okay for you to wear it?" Nong Qing looked at me doubtfully.
But I can't explain it, and I also want to ask this question. Maybe Su Mi is out of the question, and no one can explain it.
"Take off the mask!"
After some observation, I found that although Uncle Wudao was abnormal, there were obviously no signs of attacking again. I quickly pulled the mask to try to take it off his face, but Uncle Wudao snapped and directly
He reached out and squeezed my hand.
Ice! His hands are ice! But people of the Suzaku clan are born with fetal fire, so how could their hands be ice?
"Uncle Wudao, what's wrong with you?" I asked.
His hands were sonorous and powerful, and extremely cold, like the thousands of years of snow in the snow-capped mountains, as if he had changed into a different person. Even ordinary people could not have such a body temperature, let alone the Suzaku clan.
"Is it you? Changsheng?"
Suddenly Uncle Wudao spoke, his voice was his, but his tone was different, and the questions he asked also surprised us.
Is Uncle Wudao possessed by a general? Is he also one of the Kunlun children?
At this time, both Nong Qing and Brother Thirteen looked at me, including Yu Yan, as if they were expecting me to solve the problem next.
"It's me, are you?" I thought for a moment and decided to answer the question he asked.
"Why did you forget me? What year is it today?" Uncle Wudao asked.
Ah? I was confused when I heard it, but then I realized that the mask had a soul, and he took the body of Uncle Wudao.
"I...have done too much, and my memory is not very good. It is now 2023, and the Chinese New Year will be celebrated in a few days. Who are you?" I asked again, why did the mask have a soul that could not take over my body, but it would take over Wu Dao?
Uncle's body.
"I don't understand what you're saying, but that's not me. He's a demon. Be careful."
He couldn't understand what I said, and I couldn't understand what he said. The two of them were completely different from each other.
Chapter completed!