This discovery gave Ye Xi a clear understanding of the overlap between authority, which may seem to provide him with a new idea for the future use of authority. He suddenly looked forward to the uniqueness of the pathway. Unlike Yu Feifan The desire to aggregate through the pathway comes from one's own desire.
These days, I've stayed in Dajing City and waited for the arrival of ghost paintings. Maybe it's good to take the supernatural bus to see the scenery. At this time, Wang Xiaoming's ghost messenger experiment will probably be successful. But this ghost coffin is not The real ghost coffin is a projection made by Ye Xi, carrying Ye Xi's pollution.
The pollution of the gods is mixed in this experiment, and it is estimated that He will have another crazy believer named Wei Jing at that time.
With the continuous operation of the Supernatural Forum, his number of anchor points has been sufficient, but the effect of anchor points on him has become weaker and weaker recently, but his mental state is still very good. In this strange state Next, he gave him the illusion that he no longer needed an anchor.
The alert level of the underground base of the headquarters is not as strict as that of the headquarters. It is more than enough to deal with ordinary people at the level of defense. However, for ghost drivers, as long as they have the ghost realm, no matter how many defense levels are, they are of no use.
Ye Xi glanced at the sky and there was a black cloud of ink in the inconspicuous north, just like ink defiling a piece of the sky.
That is the current location of the ghost messenger. This dark cloud not only covers the sky of Dajing City, but also appears in the hearts of many ghost drivers. The powerless suffocation makes everyone who is about to participate in the detention of the ghost messenger. The ghost-controller can't expose his breath.
He sorted out all the memories from the beginning of time travel to the present, and found a magical place in it. When he lost control in Dale City, there was a place that lasted for a long time.
Because the ghost realm at that time had almost completely eroded the entire city, and some buried secrets gradually surfaced. In my memory, the surviving old man seemed to be an old man who stayed in the Republic of China period.
He couldn't help but wonder what the old man had used to resist His erosion. There shouldn't be many things in this world that can resist His pollution.
Ye Xi looked at the sky that was gradually dimming. He also felt that it was time to visit the old man and see what the item could slightly resist His pollution was, and perhaps borrow it for research.
It just so happened that he still has free time now, and when he is plagued by various things later, the old man might have passed away, and he will waste another place for historical projection.
Dale City...
His name is Song Wen. He has lived for more than a hundred years this year. His weather-beaten hands, covered with calluses and corpse spots, are still carving a statue with a carving knife.
As the statue's face became clearer, the old man's forehead was covered with fine sweat.
Time was passing by, but the carving progress in the old man's hands did not increase at all. It was like encountering a strong resistance, and he could not continue to carve wood carvings at all.
There was a young man walking back and forth outside the door, and his face had not yet faded. Although he was very anxious, the footsteps were so subtle that they were almost inaudible.
After a long time, the young man seemed to have made up his mind. He gently knocked on the old man's door and said anxiously: "Grandpa, I think the wood carvings in my home can bless us, and there is no need to work hard to do the best.
The wood carving is here.”
The old man in the room seemed to have not heard the shouts of the young man at the door, and was still carving the wood in his hands, but there was still no progress.
Under this stalemate, every minute and every second passes very long. The green flames carved on the oil lamp on the table are constantly swaying, and finally suddenly become very dazzling and then extinguished immediately.
The old man spitted out a mouthful of black blood. His face was already pale, but now even his facial features seemed to be gradually fading. The old man hurriedly lit up the extinguished oil lamp again.
The blue-gray light gradually illuminated the entire room, making it look strange and weird.
The furniture in the room was pitifully small, with only a table for carving and a wooden bed for rest.
The young man outside the door heard the movement in the room and his face turned pale. He was silent for several seconds, and then he gently knocked on the door of the old man's room with his shaking hands that seemed to have Parkinson's syndrome.
Then he took a deep breath and asked, "Master...Master, are you... okay?"
The young man has already set up his running posture. As long as there is something wrong in the room, he will leave here immediately and never come back!
It was probably two or three seconds later that the old man in the room also recovered, and a hoarse voice came from the room.
"Cough cough, Xiao Song, cough cough, go and take the Chinese medicine in grandpa's broken box."
The young man at the door heard the old man's voice from the room, and his tense body immediately relaxed. His face, which was already scared, had not recovered for a while.
The young man climbed up on the floor powerlessly, then supported the wall all the way to the dilapidated ancient house lobby, and found a pack of Chinese medicine wrapped in oil paper in a dilapidated golden box.
After the young man picked up the Chinese medicine, he quickly walked back to the back hall of the ancient house, ignoring the smell of corpse gradually penetrated from the oil paper.
He was very anxious, but he didn't dare to run quickly in this ancient house, as if he was afraid of something.
When he returned to the door of the old man's room again, he seemed much more at ease. As long as his grandfather had not passed away, this room was the safest place in the ancient house.
The old man, who was hunched over, slowly pushed open the closed wooden door.
"Cruff!" The disrepaired wooden door seemed not very strong, and even slowly pushed it open might cause it to fall apart. However, this wooden door has been so broken and maintained for more than ten years. This has been like this since Song Zhi remembers.
son.
After seeing his grandson Song Zhi, his wrinkled and corpse spots, he barely smiled like a terrifying smile. However, Song Zhi was obviously used to this kind of scene and was not as timid as he was in the ancient house.
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"Come in! Don't stand outside, you're easily targeted by something unclean!" The old man turned around tremblingly, then waved his hand to Song Zhi and said.
After hearing this, Song Zhi felt relieved and quickly walked into the room, and then said, "There is a child of a distant relative who was admitted to the university in Dale City and wanted to stay at our house for two days.
Get familiar with the environment of Dale City in advance. What do you think about this grandpa?"