The gray mist filled the air, and two figures gradually emerged from the darkness, one old and one young, about one meter apart. They were silent all the way, making people unable to help but speculate on their relationship.
The old man's face was expressionless, and his waist seemed to be under some kind of heavy pressure. It was bent so hard that his head was almost touching the ground. His whole body was shaking, as if he was enduring the unspeakable cold.
He tilted his neck, his remaining one eye staring coldly at the ground, turning slightly, looking indifferently at the pale young man behind him.
"Do you really think I won't kill you?"
The one-eyed old man glanced at Bai Mo who was following behind him with a cold face, and his tone was particularly cold.
His expression was terrifyingly gloomy, and he had clearly decided to let him go because of his old feelings, but who knew that this guy had no idea about life and death, and kept following him shamelessly, challenging his patience again and again.
It seems that since the first encounter in my memory, I have never liked this guy, and now I only have disgust.
I have to say that although this guy's temperament is quite different from before, his annoying core remains the same.
Thinking of this, the one-eyed old man narrowed his eyes slightly, as if recalling some past events.
He was currently following the traces on the road to track down the scavenger in question - even though the thing pretended to be decent and didn't look weird, the strange aura within it couldn't be hidden from the old man's eyes.
And this is beneficial to his terrifying Taoism - [Death Penalty Book].
Legend has it that the King of Hell has a book of life and death in his hand, and he can determine life and death with a stroke of a pen. The laws of life and death are all in this small book, which is intimidating.
Although the one-eyed old man's ability is not that exaggerated, to a certain extent, it is similar to the Book of Life and Death.
Penetrating the essence is one of the core features of [Death Book]. The ordinary disguises and illusions are in vain in front of this feature, and it is precisely because of this that the one-eyed old man can easily see the abilities of others - because he can
Analyze and judge from the essence of each person.
Deducing the crime from its essence, and then setting the corresponding punishment according to the crime. Although the [Death Book] cannot be as exaggerated as determining life and death, it still has the power of extremely terrifying rules.
"Move around and don't talk."
"Don't look back where you are."
"Don't stop when you pass the house."
"Don't knock when you enter the house."
These are the four rules of the coffin burial ground, and the appearance of these four rules is related to the "Death Book".
Of course, the so-called rules are only for some people, and a few people will not be imprisoned by such things at all - for example, Bai Mo and the one-eyed old man at this moment obviously have no such concerns.
Thinking about it carefully, they have violated the rules many times, even talking while walking around at this moment.
But nothing happened.
Back to business.
The one-eyed old man had deliberately let go of the guy pretending to be a scavenger in order to paralyze the other person. Then he would follow the clues and hide in the dark to figure out what the other person wanted to do——
The coffin burial ground was his home turf, and he didn't mind playing a cat-and-mouse game after being free for so long.
The one-eyed old man's thoughts were basically the same as Bai Mo's. He also believed that these paper figures most likely had some knowledge of the coffin burial site and that they were well prepared for this invasion.
No matter what knowledge those guys have about the coffin burial site, since they are willing to take risks and put in the effort, these guys obviously have some unknown purpose.
Faced with the old man's threat, Bai Mo seemed not to hear it and continued to walk alone. It took him a while to say three words.
"You don't dare."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked calm.
Bai Mo is not much stronger than ordinary people now, so even if the one-eyed old man's pace is not fast, it still takes a lot of energy for him to keep up.
He knew in his heart that this guy could clearly leave quickly, but he just happened to be stuck at a speed that was neither fast nor slow. He was obviously hanging him on purpose.
But he wasn't upset. If the other party really ran away, there was absolutely no chance that he could follow him. This was just right.
The old man turned his head slightly, faced him with half of his old face, and said with a sneer: "You are already in such a state of embarrassment that you can't even keep up with me, and you still say that I don't dare to kill you?"
"You won't kill me before you recall what happened that day. At least you will figure it out first and then consider how to deal with me." Bai Mo said firmly.
Suddenly, the old man's expression became extremely ugly, and he said in disgust: "Don't act like you know me very well, it's really disgusting."
He casually cut a blood-eyed crow flying in mid-air, trying to spy on it, into two pieces. Blood rained down on it, and the aura on his body was extremely violent.
"If you look again, I'll pluck out your eyes!"
He stared fiercely at a thin line that was quickly recovered in the gray fog in the sky. His sight seemed to be able to penetrate the gray fog and see the being behind it, and the voice seemed to come from the abyss.
In the silence, the gray mist surged twice quickly, as if something had quietly left.
Bai Mo raised his head, looked at the direction of the gray mist, and said calmly: "If you don't like me, you can take action."
The old man snorted coldly, and it took a while for the violent aura on his body to subside. After a moment of silence, he said: "I admit that I don't want to kill you, but there are other reasons. It doesn't mean that I really can't do anything to you."
"What reason?"
Bai Mo looked at him. Although he was asking, he didn't seem to care much.
"It has nothing to do with you." The old man said coldly, "But you, I don't know what you did, turned into this half-dead state, and dared to wander around in the coffin burial ground... What do you want to do?"
"You've already guessed it, haven't you?" Bai Mo said calmly.
The long running caused large drops of sweat to form on his forehead. He adjusted his breathing and still followed closely behind the old man.
Hearing this, a ray of light suddenly shot out of the old man's single eye, and he sneered: "Stop dreaming. If I don't kill you, it's the maximum tolerance I can tolerate. I can't help you mend your tattered body."
"If you hate me so much, you can kill me now." Bai Mo said again.
"Do you think I don't dare?"
The old man's eyes suddenly turned cold, and without looking back, the bone staff in his hand suddenly stabbed backwards, as if there were eyes on the back of his head, and he accurately pierced the bone staff into Bai Mo's body.
"Pfft——"
The bone staff was like a sharp knife, while Bai Mo's body was as fragile as white paper. His entire body was pierced in an instant, and the end of the bone staff emerged from his back, and blood flowed in an instant.
This blow hit the right shoulder. Although it was not fatal, the pain it caused was equally unbearable.
The old man looked cold and did nothing. The dense holes on the bone staff suddenly emitted a dark and deep light, as if breathing in the breath of destruction, which might explode in Bai Mo's body at any time.
The temperature around him dropped sharply, and the old man's cold voice echoed in Bai Mo's heart along with the pain: "I can't kill you, but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer."
Blood was dripping from Bai Mo's shoulder. However, even though his right hand had lost consciousness, his expression had not changed. It was just that his face was a little pale due to weakness. His calm look made it seem as if the injured person was not him at all.
.
Without saying a word, he stretched out his left hand to grasp the bone staff firmly, and slowly pulled it out, trying to pull it out of the wound.
However, his strength at the moment was naturally unable to match the old man. The latter sneered, took hold of the bone staff and began to twist it clockwise. The movements were gentle, but accompanied by heartbreaking pain, further amplifying Bai Mo's injuries.
The black light on the bone staff surged in Bai Mo's wound, and the pain intensified, like an unspeakable torture.
During this process, the old man not only did not stop, but suddenly accelerated his pace, letting out an unpleasant and hearty laugh.
The weak Bai Mo couldn't keep up at all, so he had to stagger behind, as if he was a clown being dragged away by chains——
Even for an ordinary person, this would be a double torture both mentally and physically, let alone a being like Bai Mo, the old man thought.
However, Bai Mo didn't think so, and he didn't even care about it.
The old man was enjoying the pleasure of revenge, but suddenly he noticed that the bone stick in his hand was shaking slightly.
It's not that Bai Mo is resisting - he simply doesn't have the strength at this moment.
A slight sound came from the bone staff, like a baby crying.
The bone staff was alive, perhaps because it smelled the familiar yet unfamiliar smell of blood. It kept trembling and emitted a trembling sound like a mournful scream.
The old man's expression changed. He lowered his head and stared at the bone staff for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Bai Mo's expression——
He is laughing.
"This is……"
I saw Bai Mo still holding the bone staff with his left hand, but he didn't seem to have any intention of pulling it out. He just let the blood drip to the ground. His hand movements were very light, stroking the bone staff like this, as if he was comforting a person.
Old friend.
A very shallow smile appeared on his face. Different from all the previous smiles, this time the smile seemed to come from the heart and was particularly soft. However, it only appeared for a moment and was fleeting, making people doubt that it was
It's not an illusion.
The one-eyed old man was stunned.
He saw Bai Mo's smile just now, but it was hard to imagine that such a smile would appear on the face of the guy in front of him——
wrong.
Is it really unimaginable, or has too much time passed and I have forgotten this smile?
He suddenly stopped and turned around to look at Bai Mo, his face expressionless.
The palm of his hand exerted force mercilessly, this time turning the bone staff counterclockwise, violently stirring Bai Mo's wound.
The bone staff screamed even louder, but it couldn't help itself.
Bai Mo barely managed to stabilize his body, breathing slightly, his face as pale as paper.
"How is it? How about this treat?" The old man tapped his bone staff with a mocking tone.
Bai Mo glanced at him: "It's okay."
"What a tough talk."
"Yeah……"
Bai Mo seemed to want to continue talking, but he just coughed violently a few times, and the corners of his mouth turned red.
"You seem to be close to death."
Seeing Bai Mo covered in blood, the old man couldn't help but tease him.
"But I'm not wrong. You really don't dare to kill me directly."
The old man frowned.
Bai Mo stopped talking and allowed the blood to flow out slower.
Seeing this, the old man pulled the bone staff out of Bai Mo's body. The latter's body suddenly trembled, and a large amount of blood spurted out. The strong feeling of weakness made Bai Mo almost kneel on the ground.
A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, but his expression remained as calm as ever.
"Unlike you, I keep my word. I won't kill you if I don't kill you this time, so get out of here and don't let me see you again."
The old man looked at him silently for a while, leaving a sarcastic remark, and then made no more moves, quickening his pace to leave the place.
He has had enough fun, now it's time to get down to business.
"Wait." Bai Mo called out to him.
The old man didn't stop or make a sound, he just turned his head and glanced back.
Bai Mo looked at him and finally said nothing, just watching the old man disappear into the gray mist.
This time he did not choose to follow, not because he couldn't keep up - of course, he really couldn't keep up. But the most important thing is that now he has successfully achieved his goal.
Although he looks very embarrassed now, his body is actually recovering quietly.
The seeds of power that had been dormant because of exhaustion in the battle with the God of Destiny have re-germinated at this moment, and are slowly sprouting surrounded by black light——
The guy helped him after all.
Although the bone staff pierced Bai Mo's body, the black light silently repaired his body and restored his strength. This was much stronger and more efficient than relying on the power of the scavenger to recover.
Of course, the other party didn't seem to sincerely want to help him, and he was just about to die.
Bai Mo adjusts the state.
He didn't know whether that guy really wanted to kill him or not, but he was sure that the other guy definitely hated him.
He also understands this kind of hatred, but at least this time, the other party's choice is to help him.
Bai Mo scanned the sky with his peripheral vision, then quietly retracted his gaze from the direction of the gray fog, breathed a long sigh of relief, and pretended not to know anything.
"interesting……"
Although it was somewhat different from what he expected, now that his goal has been achieved, it is time for him to leave here. If nothing goes as expected, that guy Wu Yu should probably wake up.
As for those paper figures, I believe that guy can handle them well and he will come back in the future.
Thinking like this, he dragged his heavy body in one direction.
…
"Perhaps you are really old, and you have even forgotten how you got this thing in your hand. Using it to torture that guy, isn't it just fulfilling that guy's wish?"
The one-eyed old man laughed to himself, looked at the white bone staff in his hand, and sighed inaudibly.
Although he kept mocking Bai Mo, he knew very well how powerful that guy was. Although he didn't know what was going on outside, this guy actually became so embarrassed, so he was undoubtedly in big trouble.
And the guy who can cause him trouble...
These things should have nothing to do with him, but perhaps out of shame, he suddenly remembered some insignificant past events.
Otherwise, that kind of decision would not have been made.
After withdrawing his thoughts, the one-eyed old man walked forward silently. His steps were obviously very slow, but his speed was astonishingly fast. It didn't take long for him to arrive in front of a small house.
The hut was unremarkable, no different from other houses, and there was no movement inside.
But he knew very well that the scavenger in question was in this room.
Are you targeting the corpse in this room?
The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and did not rush in, but waited quietly.
