After several people jumped off, I still stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the direction where the bones disappeared, and remained silent for a long time.
"Master, what's wrong?" Huzi walked up and asked worriedly.
"Something big happened!" My expression was rarely ugly.
The appearance of Fugugu did not surprise me, but I never expected that he would take action against the dragon soul, even if this black dragon soul was not a good thing.
I don't think this is a coincidence. What I'm most worried about now is whether he will have any thoughts about other dragon souls? After all, this black dragon is also one of the nine dragon souls.
Although it is just a conjecture, my intuition tells me that this is very likely to be true.
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention. They all stopped, turned to look at me, and asked me what's wrong?
I took a deep breath and said it was okay.
Whether Fuhuagu is collecting dragon souls or not, I have neither the ability to stop it nor the time to plan. The most important thing at the moment is still to find the Kunlun Sacred Tree.
Thinking of this, I wanted to jump off the bow of the boat.
At this moment, Ghost Mother Huangquan suddenly stopped in front of me. Just when I was puzzled, she suddenly opened her mouth, spit out something from it, and reached out and handed it to me.
I took a closer look and realized that this thing was about the size of a pigeon egg, round like a crystal but reflecting a colorful halo, and it looked extremely beautiful.
"What is this?" I asked subconsciously.
Ghost Mother Huangquan still didn't speak. She just pointed at the Wangchuan River at her feet, and then pointed at the center of her eyebrows.
"Fetched from below?" I asked.
She nodded slightly, and then pointed to my mouth.
I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood what she meant. She asked me to swallow this thing. I glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, and then put the thing away close to my body. I didn’t say anything about it yet.
I don’t know the origin of this thing, but when I think about it coming out of her mouth, it’s impossible for me to stuff it into my mouth again.
There was a look of disappointment on Huangquan Ghost Mother's face, and then she pointed at my mouth, with a hint of anxiety. I probably knew what she meant, and said quickly: "Let me talk first, and we will talk about it later."
She hesitated for a moment and said no more,
At this time, I suddenly thought of something, and quickly took out a large mirror that had been prepared in advance from the car, then walked under the deck again, found a stable place to put it, and then summoned the little devil with blood eyes.
Come out...
He has the ability of the Luohua Cave God and can travel through the world at will. Although I don’t know if I will return to this big ship again in the future, I still have a backup plan for myself. Maybe in the future
It will save my life at a critical moment, although I don't really hope that one day.
After Huzi and I jumped off the boat, the boat slowly turned around and disappeared into the thick fog soon after.
I was curious, so I took out the transparent stone and looked at it carefully. Qingyi and the others gathered around me curiously, looking at the transparent thing in my hand that was as big as a pigeon egg. After studying it for a while, they
I'm also a little confused, what kind of object is this?
In desperation, I could only pack my things again. After some discussion, a few people decided to go to the city immediately and find someone to understand the situation inside first.
Just as we were crossing the pier and walking under the huge boundary monument,...
Without warning, an old voice suddenly sounded above our heads.
"Guys, do you have any stories?"
The sound was so sudden that we were startled. When we looked up, we found a gray figure standing on the huge stone monument.
This is an old man who is over sixty years old. He is wearing a gray gown, a goatee and a long face. He wears a small round hat on his head and a long braid on the back of his head. He holds a writing brush in his right hand and a brush in his left hand.
A shabby book, and a table with one leg missing in front of it, looking at us with a smile.
As for when this person appeared, none of us felt it.
Oddly enough, the old man's dress clearly did not belong to this era, but I had a feeling that I had seen him somewhere before.
However, the fact that he can appear beside us silently and in such a strange way shows that this old man is definitely not a simple character.
This made a few of us wary again.
"Who are you?" Huzi asked loudly.
The old man smiled and looked at Huzi, gently turned the pages in his hand, then picked up the brush with his right finger and said: "Come on, come on, tell me a story, and then I can answer you."
question."
Listening to his rambling words, Qing Yi and the others were a little confused.
But suddenly my heart moved, and I suddenly thought of something. My eyes looked up and down on him, and the more I looked at him, the more he looked like the same person.
A strange feeling that I had never experienced before came into my heart, so I subconsciously asked: "Is this old gentleman a Manchurian?"
The old man was obviously stunned for a moment and looked at me in surprise.
"You already know?"
I took a deep breath calmly, my eyes flickering, but I was thinking quickly in my heart.
Qing Yi and the others cast curious glances, and then looked at the old man again.
"You should be Mr. Pu Songling, right?" I asked again.
"Pu Songling!!"
…
Taoist Priest Ziyun and others exclaimed in surprise.
After all, what happened yesterday is right before our eyes, and the first name on the book of life and death is Pu Songling.
"Do you know me?" The old man gently lifted his braid and wrapped it around his neck.
He admitted it, admitted it openly.
My eyes suddenly became sharp. After all, the Book of Life and Death was a trap set by Zhang Tianqi, and it absorbed the power of merit in my body. To me, his existence has a certain opposition.
Qing Yi and the others also took alert actions.
"Why is the old gentleman here?" I asked.
He also didn't answer my question, his eyes swept over my body, and I felt like I was being spied on.
"Such a strong power of merit, I haven't seen it for a long time!"
It was obvious from all this that I became even more vigilant.
Suddenly, he closed the book in his hand, raised the brush in his hand, and drew a big circle.
"What is this for?" Huzi asked.
"I think he was hungry and drew himself a big cake!" Zhao Wuji joked.
I also had some doubts in my heart. I couldn't figure out what the old Confucian scholar in front of me wanted to do?
Just as Zhao Wuji finished speaking, a strange wind suddenly blew up around us, forming a huge strange circle within two feet of us.
An invisible barrier envelops us in this giant circle.
We were all shocked at the same time because we had never seen such a strange scene before.
Qing Yi took out the green steel sword in his hand and subconsciously slashed with the sword. With a loud bang, the green steel sword did not cut through the circular barrier. ωωw..net
Zao Wou-Ki is uneducated and can travel the world with just one word of "f*ck"...
Taoist Priest Ziyun looked at the wall of energy in front of him with a look of disbelief.
I was shocked too!
What the hell is this? Even Tsing Yi can’t open it.
Pu Songling didn't stop him. He stretched out his hand and stroked his goatee, and said with a smile: "I have the world's virtues that can be carried by the strength of thick soil. You can't break through this painted earth as a prison!"
I took a deep breath and was really shocked.
Qing Yi and others' expressions changed drastically at the same time.
"How about it? Tell me a story?" Pu Songling said again.
The rest of us looked at each other, but we still remained silent, because we didn’t know what he meant by what he said?
Pu Songling's face darkened slightly, and his smile faded away. The wooden light swept over us, and his tone became cold: "Since you don't have a story, let me tell you a story."
As he spoke, he gently put down the brush in his hand, picked up the book again, licked his fingers with his tongue, and prepared to open the pages.
At this moment, Taoist Priest Ziyun suddenly shouted loudly: "Stop him, don't listen to his story!"