Since the shadow on the wall is trying to pull out the golden knife, it is naturally impossible for us to help it. Not only could we not help it, but we also had to make sure that the golden knife continued to be nailed to the wall as much as possible.

Upstairs is electrified, but here it is different, there is no modern equipment, and as soon as I raised my hand, the small room was suddenly illuminated by light.

"What is this?" the side cannon was a little puzzled.

He and I both know that there are many things that can be done through shadows, and it is still a small thing that affects luck or something, making people invisibly sick, a certain limb is useless, and even death is a big thing.

But it's really strange how to keep the shadow on the wall.

"Legend has it that Master Bodhidharma sat in front of the stone wall for a long time, and then his shadow was left on the wall..."

I interrupted the words of the side cannon and said: "This is different from that kind of situation, people are sincere to the golden stone for opening, and besides, our history is constantly reincarnated, Bodhidharma may be a person many years ago, maybe people's cultivation is much higher than ours." ”

As soon as I said this, the side guns were devastated.

As I spoke, I stared at the shadow, and the more I looked at it, the more I felt it writhing.

It's not necessarily how powerful this thing is, but the weird degree is very high.

I took a few glances and pulled Lan Feng aside to prevent him from continuing to watch.

This thing seemed to be able to tempt the human mind, and I stared at it for a while, and it was as if I heard the gentle voice of a woman.

"Pull out the knife..."

This sentence was only repeated for a sentence and a half, and I shook my head slightly, and my voice suddenly disappeared.

The reason why I dragged Lan Feng away was because he was fascinated by it, and there was a trace of confusion in his eyes, so I dragged him aside.

Lan Feng looked quite dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to say anything more in front of me, so he didn't speak anymore.

"Does this thing have a will of its own?"

The side cannon also stared at it for a long time, and what I heard just now, he should have heard it too.

I'm not sure what the hell is going on right now, so I don't nod or shake my head.

Yes or no, we'll have to keep reading.

Looking at this shadow, I couldn't see anything, and I could only find a faint wisp of divine aura from the golden knife and the black shadow.

I've been in the water god's mansion, I've entered the Dragon Palace, and I've seen the Divine Seal, so I know a little bit about this kind of power that is somewhat similar to mana, but completely different.

Before, I thought that Lan Guoren relied on raising little ghosts for transfer, and in the end, the improper way of asking the little ghosts attracted revenge, but now it seems that Lan Guoren is bolder than I thought.

I sighed and looked at the ground beneath my feet.

There was originally a Wulang village here, and now it is Wulang Spring Villa, and most of the peaks that are now doubled and raised are called Wulang Mountain.

I couldn't see much from the shadows, so I gradually focused my gaze on the golden knife that pinned the shadows.

I reached out and touched it gently, and the knife was not only golden, but also golden, at least on the surface.

The golden knife looks solid like this, and the value is definitely not worth it.

There are a lot of strange words engraved on the surface of the golden knife.

It is still the kind of divine text that circulates among the mountain gods and river gods, since it can be kept on different gold, there is no requirement for the carrier at all, which means that this kind of writing can only be regarded as a pseudo-divine script.

I carefully looked at the lines and words on it, and I could see that although I didn't understand this kind of writing, and I didn't know much, I could see the effect.

One of them is soul destroying.

As the name suggests, it is very simple, it is to destroy the soul.

I have to say that this method is a little simpler, and the effect is not very good.

If it had worked that well, this shadow wouldn't have been pinned right now.

The rest should also have the effect of trapping the soul of the Yuan Shen, I don't understand this very well.

But it is clear that the subject who is not trapped and has already run away.

Since the gold knife was completely new, I could see dark purple marks in the lines on the blade.

"It's bloodstains, I just don't know who left it. ”

If all this was done by Lan Guoren, then the owner of the bloodstain was likely to be him, and some people were not strong enough, so they could only use the blood containing their own aura to go up.

In addition, blood cannot be imitated, except for descendants, the similarity in the bloodline is very low, which can be used as a means of identification to identify whether the person who comes is his descendant.

Of course, it is also possible that this bloodstain belongs to the shadow owner, but it seems to be a place of worship, and it should be a place of worship instead of flesh and blood, so the possibility of being the shadow owner is not too high.

I thought to myself, continue to look at the lines on the golden knife, the stones of other mountains can attack jade, although the means left on the golden knife are not very clever, but there are also points to learn from.

Bian Pao and I both have this idea, even Lao Bai is the same, and Lan Feng is waiting on the side, which is called an anxious.

As we watched, the dark shadows on the walls seemed to become clearer.

From the original stickman appearance, it has become a concrete shape, with a high-crowned robe, as if dancing on the wall.

This person looks like the kind of crazy life in the film and television works in the books.

I didn't bother with the Shadow's request for us to pull the golden knife off, but asked directly:

"Who the hell are you, I know you can hear our conversation. ”

The golden knife obviously has no will of its own, so my words are for this dark shadow.

The shadow did not change, and continued to spin and jump in our eyes, all the while shouting for us to pull this knife down.

I feel a little wrong now, and although this shadow looks a little wrong, it doesn't feel so evil or evil.

I thought there might be something wrong with this, so I thought I'd try to communicate with it.

But now it seems that my idea should not have worked.

As for pulling the knife out, it is simply impossible in the current situation.

So I gave up talking to the shadow and stepped aside and began to check out other things.

Something is so wrong here, I don't believe Lan Guoren can clear all the clues.

Of course, after so many years, even if the signs of his legacy are obvious, we may not be able to find out anything.

I was mainly trying to find some obvious accounts, but there are none here.

After a long time, I brought Blue Wind back again, and he didn't find anything.

I had no choice but to turn my gaze back to the shadow.

The shadow has no real form, but there must be a way to deal with it in this world outside of his manifestation.

Therefore, as soon as I stretched out my hand, the fire of pure yang emerged in the palm of my hand.