"To hide your identity, of course you have to hide it thoroughly. It happened that I accidentally obtained this piece of fairy land 400 years ago."
As he spoke, the old man began to praise.
"This thing is a good treasure. Not only can it be used to change the appearance, but it is also very breathable, so you won't feel stuffy if you leave it on for a long time."
After the old man praised his baby, the serious atmosphere in the whole room suddenly disappeared.
Ye Fan twitched the corner of his mouth.
"It's all your fault, old emperor, otherwise I wouldn't have been exposed so easily!"
Old Man Fuxi blew his beard and stared at Huangdi.
Huang Di curled his lips and said.
"You insisted on hiding your identity and staying in this Guangming Pavilion. Now you are discovered. Do you blame me?"
Fuxi was so angry that he jumped up from the ground and was about to hit Huangdi, but his hand fell into vain. The current Huangdi was just a ghost, how could he hit him.
Seeing that his fist had passed through the emperor's body, Fuxi's eyes looked a little more lonely.
"Old Fuxi, you still want to hit me? You can't hit me! Come on, come on!"
Perhaps sensing Fuxi's depression, Huangdi began to act strangely.
Watching the interaction between the two, the female slave kneeling beside her was a little stunned, and she even forgot to stand up.
In his memory, although his father would sometimes do some ridiculous things, he would never fool around with old friends like a naughty boy.
"Just wait for me!"
Fuxi's just sad mood was swept away, and his face was filled with resentment towards the Yellow Emperor.
He bit his own finger and used the blood as ink to write and draw around Huangdi.
Although his finger landed in the air, blood-red runes appeared wherever his finger passed.
"Just wait for me, I won't believe that I can't hit you!"
Huang Di looked at Fuxi's movements and was stunned for two seconds, and then became nervous.
"It's a pity that you should not be impulsive and spend so much energy."
Huang Di hurriedly said to Fuxi.
But Fuxi's eyes were already red, and he even swallowed hard.
"You deserve a beating so much. If I don't hit you, why are you willing to let you disappear like this?"
Fuxi growled lowly and sped up the movements of his hands.
"What dissipation, old man, what are you talking about?"
Di Jiang, who was smiling and watching the two old men fighting and bickering, was stunned.
He was about to rush up and pull Fu Xi to ask, but was stopped by Ye Fan.
"Lord Huangdi has passed away for more than five hundred years..."
Ye Fan paused.
"What you see now is just a remnant of his soul. It cannot stay for long and will dissipate soon."
As strong as Ye Fan in terms of mental power and perception, how could he not notice the gradually weakening power in Huang Di's soul?
"Neither Xiao Dijiang nor the female slave noticed it, but it was you who noticed it first."
Huang Di looked at Ye Fan with admiration, and then turned to look at Fuxi who was desperately drawing runes on the side.
"Old Fuxi, you are not young anymore, so don't use the Blood Talisman Forbidden Technique so aggressively anymore, be careful your body won't be able to bear it."
Fuxi didn't even look at him.
"Shut your mouth, old man, I'm in good health, I don't need you to worry about me."
Huangdi sighed.
"I'm just a remnant soul, not worthy of what you do..."
As he spoke, Fuxi's eyes turned redder. With the last stroke of his hand, the blood-red runes began to circle around the Yellow Emperor.
As the rune was completed, Fuxi's lips suddenly turned pale.