Baizhu followed the father and son into North Emmons City. That night, when the two stayed at the hotel, Baizhu floated out through the wall and wandered around the city.

What am I looking for? Baizhu thought.

Alone? Or is it a thing?

Enough to get me home

He was speeding through the night. Drunken drunks, people in a hurry to get home, teenagers who were in a hurry to have fun, some passed in front of him, some passed through his body.

Not these.

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"Morning, Lord Sly!" Els seemed to regain his vitality after a night's sleep, "My lord, where did you go last night?" ”

"Get out and about." The white-haired young man spoke lightly.

"Oh." Els blinked and pulled out a small cloth bag from his neck, "Look! I made this last night, put your artifact in it, and I don't have to worry about it falling off! ”

Baizhu looked at it and snorted.

"That's right! My lord, can you tell me how vindictive you are? - People are speculating about it. - Have you already reached the level of Juggernaut! ”

Baizhu clasped his hands and floated from his left to his right: "I won't be vindictive." ”

"Huh?" Els grew his mouth.

Old man Jeffrey came to call Ells out, but Ells sped up his tidying up and muttered, "I thought I could learn from you."

Bai Shu paused: "Isn't there a school here?" ”

"Those aristocratic schools are what we commoners can enter! - Even if you go in, you may not be bullied."

Bully?

Odd. Atractylodes crooked his head.

- What was the image that just flashed through my mind?

The black elemental wind meekly bypassed Baizhu's neck, as if wrapping him in a black scarf.

Blackie rested her head on his shoulder.

That's fine.

That's great.

You will slowly forget jì your qiē, and even forget jì who you are. Just like you used to.

And the only one who will always be by your side is me.

Black memories flew out of the back of the white-haired youth's head like starlight, gathered at the end of the scarf, and became a part of Xiao Hei.

Xiao Hei snuggled up to his neck with affection. - Deeply rooted in your memory, I'm glad I was able to survive with consciousness retained. Now I'm the only person in the world who really knows you—forget him. You are mine.

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Get back.

Baizhu floated on the street, and this idea in his mind took root fiercely, and he couldn't forget it. He looked around at people's faces. - What are you looking for? I don't know. But if you find it, you may know.

Els and his father bought a nice house in the city for gold coins, and it seemed that they were happy to live in it. Baizhu spent three days looking at every face and every corner of the city. What he was looking for was still nothing.

"Els." Baizhu finally floated up to him and said, "I'm looking for something." Not here. I'm leaving. ”

The red-haired boy's eyes widened: "Huh?!" You're leaving?! - Can't you go too far from this bead? ”

"So can you please help find someone who travels around and drip his blood on it?" Baizhu asked.

Els hesitated, "Could it be that I didn't get along with Master Slay for a while, and you're leaving—will you be back later?"

"I don't think so." "I'll keep walking until I find that." ”

"Is that Bai Qi you are talking about?"

Bai Shu shook his head: "Bai Qi is waiting for me at home." I'm looking for something else that will allow me to go home. ”

"Go home," Ells hesitated, "with all due respect, Lord Sly. When you said that you were going home, I went to the center of the city to look through the literature, but there was no record of your hometown, and as for your wife, I understand that you love her very much, but you must know that more than 90 years have passed since your death. Your wife probably has already been."

Baizhu was stunned for a moment.

Go home. Bai Qi.

Is this really just my obsession? - Bai Qi may have remarried a long time ago, but now he is just a piece of loess.

Wait a minute. Something is wrong.

The white-haired young man's expression began to change into a trance. He held his head and hunched his waist: "No. ”

"Lord Sly! What's wrong with you?! ”

As soon as he thought that Bai Qi would die, his head began to hurt: "Bai Qi Bai Qi" flashed something in his mind, but he couldn't catch it too quickly. "He's not dead." Baizhu gritted his teeth and spoke, "I understand! It has nothing to do with time! - He will not die for another thousand years! - because my home is not in this world!! ”

"Hahaha!!!" The white-haired young man covered his head and looked up to the sky and laughed! A pair of red-eyed smiles flow like glass! - He remembered a little, but even this clue could make him ecstatic for a long time!

It turns out that he is not from this world!

"Not in this world?" Els asked dumbfoundedly, "Lord Sly, are you saying that you are not from the Light Plane?" ”

Baizhu stopped laughing and looked over: "Light plane? This world is called the Plane of Light? ”

Els nodded: "But looking at your red eyes, it may not really be from the Light Plane." He took a cautious step back, "If you're from the Dark Plane, aren't you a demon?" ”

"Demons?" Baizhu tilted his head and stepped forward, "How to go?" ”

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Knowing that this guy might really be the devil, Els was a little less reluctant. When he went to the tavern in the evening, he happened to meet a troubadour who was singing the praises of the great swordsman of Cole Slai, and cut his finger and introduced him to the past.

The troubadour had the face of a down-and-out artist, an unshaven beard, and half-curly hair, which looked listless. When Baizhu appeared, this guy was not as big as the Els boy reacted, he only half-raised his eyes, and said lazily in his deep magnetic voice: "Sit." ”

Baizhu hugged his arms and looked at him coldly.

"Oh. Forget jì you're a ghost won't sit anymore. The man lay down on the bed in the hotel. Els nudged him awkwardly, "Mr. Cizer, can you help bring Master Sly?" ”

"Sly?" Cezel snorted, "A guy who died ninety years ago, why should I change my walking route for him?" ”

"You," Els seemed surprised, "you weren't just singing the praises of Lord Slay's great deeds!" - Now he himself is in front of you! Don't you even feel it at all?! ”

Hearing this, Cizer rolled his eyes at Chaotian, then rolled over and fell asleep: "I don't feel it, I don't feel it." He was already lazy and said, "Why should I have feelings for a man who has been dead for ninety years, besides, troubadours are only my job, and I sing praises to hundreds of people and deeds—how tired I am to feel them all." ”

Ells smiled dryly and looked at Baizhu.

The black wind swept by, and Cezel, who was lazy on the bed, screamed in horror and was swept upside down in the wind.

The white-haired young man said indifferently: "Do you feel it now?" ”

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"You can't do that." The troubadour said bitterly, tilting his neck to look at the white atractylodes floating behind the black, "This is my job!" You'll have to wait until I'm done with my work before you leave! ”

"The city doesn't." Baizhu was a little lost, and there was no clue: "You sang too long." Why sing all these stories? ”

"Because I'm a troubadour!"

Blackie met his frightened eyes and circled the top of his head. Baizhu paused: "Then how long will it take for you to finish singing?" ”

Cizer's eyes widened in fear, and he shouted in fear, "Go now!" Let's go! ”

Say goodbye to Els, goodbye to North Ammons City. Baizhu had been following the troubadour for almost a month.

During this period, they set out eastward, passing through at least a dozen cities, but they did not find anything that Baizhu needed. The bitter troubadour seemed to be upset with the ghost who had broken the rules of his life, and had thrown the bead into the sea, but before he could escape, he was pressed by the little black and drank a belly of seawater and picked it up.

He didn't dare to be a demon, but he didn't have the courage to really go to the dark plane!

The Dark Plane, the gathering place of the demons. Ordinary people go there to deliver food to the demons!

"Lord Sly! I beg you! Cizer finally couldn't help but speak, "I'll give you another person!" Shall I let him take you to the Dark Plane? ”

"Who?"

Cizer knows there's a play! He said happily: "Find it now!" Find it now! ”

In the evening, when he sang in the tavern, his eyes were all around. After singing, the guests of the tavern were almost dispersed, and he mysteriously grabbed a young man in a magic robe: "Young man, I see that the momentum around you is unusual, and the five natural elements are all around you. You must be a genius! ”

The boy had silly blonde hair, looked very small, and there was still a little baby fat on his face that had not faded, "Really? He seemed pleasantly surprised when he heard this, "Is there really five elements circling around me?!" ”

"I am a well-informed troubadour! What I said is still false! Cizer suppressed the excitement and excitement in his heart, "I once met a * master on the wandering road, and before he died, he told me that the regret of his life was that he failed to find a disciple with great talent to pass on his life's unique learning. - I met you today, and I can be regarded as seeing the peerless qualification in the mouth of the *master. ”

"But Daddy said I was a piece of waste, and I couldn't even sense the basic elements."

"That's because your cultivation is not the right way!" Cizer ran the train with his mouth full, "If it was the *master* who came to teach you, you would have stood at the pinnacle of magic long ago!" ”

The boy was first overjoyed, then lowered his eyes in disappointment.

"But, *Shi is dead."

Cizer stroked the boy's head sadly, and a tear slipped from his eyes. Baizhu watched from the side. Cizer said in a hoarse voice: "Don't be sad, but before he died, Master * gave me a magic weapon, saying that I would give it to him when I met the right person, and now I will give it to you." I hope it will help you learn magic. ”

"Nope! I can't ask for it."

"Take it. It's not mine either. - Since ancient times, the Dharma Instrument has been a recognition of the Lord. It does not take my blood. ”

Atractylodes: ""

The troubadour's ability to make up stories is really not covered!

Watching the young man's cheeks redden, he accepted the small gray cloth bag, slapped his palm, and carefully put it into his arms.

"Thank you!"

Cizer smiled and narrowed his eyes, "No. ”

After the man left, Baizhu asked, "He looks like a student?" Does a student travel everywhere? ”

"Probably not a few days ago." Cizer smiled, "Look at the robe he wears, white and green. It's the robe they want to study. ”

"Study tour?"

"The School of Magic and Wizardry has a study tour every year, which is free to participate. This kid probably participated in this year's activities. - You can follow along, and of course, if he finishes his study tour, you can also ask him to help you find the next stand-in. "—don't look for me!

Scapegoat?

Baizhu sounded a little strange. But due to the lack of memory, he couldn't tell what was strange.

- If Baizhu has modern memories, he understands that a stand-in or something is a ghost story

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But Baizhu didn't expect that this time it changed hands and kicked directly to the iron plate.

"Ahh!!!!!h The boy screamed in horror and threw things around in a panic, "Hell!!! Don't come here! Don't come here!! ”

"What's wrong?" A swarm of guards came in, all holding knives and sticks, and the fighting spirit of the body burst out of their bodies, "Little master!" What's wrong?! ”

"Ghosts! Ghosts! The timid young master hid behind a big stout man, "Red eyes and white hair!" It's a demon! It's a demon!! ”

Everyone looked around, but they saw nothing.

Baizhu was next to the bead, looking at these people coldly.

"Go! Call the magician! ”

Baizhu spoke: "Little Black, tie up Cizer for me." ”

Xiao Hei flew out in a circle, and flew back a moment later. Baizhu touched him, and it seemed that Cizer had fled away overnight.

Baizhu stepped forward: "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. ”

The boy closed his eyes and shouted, "Ahh!!hhh Our teachers have taught it! Those with red eyes are demons!! - Stay away from me!! ”

"What's wrong!" A low, gloomy male voice rang out, and a tall man wearing a black hood and a wide black robe stepped in. The young man rushed over there as if he had found the backbone, and hid behind him with a whimper: "Teacher! There are demons! ”

The man looked at Baizhu and said mockingly: "It turned out to be just a soul." Fuss! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his scrawny hand and grabbed it in a claw shape.

The black wind band instantly condensed into a solid wall and stood in front of Baizhu, resisting the suction. Baizhu asked, "Can you see me?" ”

In the shadow of the hood, the man curled the corners of his mouth.

Of course he can see it.

Because he is, the dead, the spirit, the dharma, and the teacher!

Baizhu flew out through the wall quickly, and the man stepped forward and rolled up the beads on the table to follow quickly, smiling strangely: "What a powerful soul!" Just take you to sacrifice my bone dragon! ”

Baizhu was chased into the wilderness by him, and behind him was the man who couldn't get rid of him. He turned around, and the black wind condensed into a long sword, held it with one hand, and flew around it!

Since you can't go! Then let's fight!

The mage laughed strangely: "An undead with a weapon to attack a necromancer? - Hahahahahaha! Funny! It's funny! As he spoke, he recited the incantation, and surrounded himself with a translucent magic shield, "Hehehehe, it seems that you were a swordsman when you were alive?" ”

Baizhu sneered, and a sword split his shield.

"Long-winded."

The mage covered his chest in disbelief and was shocked and spat blood, his pupils dilated: "Look at you!" He pressed his hands to the ground, his lips opened and closed rapidly, and suddenly the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the earth began to crack one after another. Countless skeletons crawled out of it.

The white miserable skeleton crawled towards him waving its arms. Baizhu flew into the air, and the necromancer cast out one after another soul binding spells, sticky and dense like a big net!

"There's no soul I can't catch yet!" The man laughed gloomily and muttered something again, and a hole began to break in the air, and the bones of a huge bird poked out and pecked at Baizhu.

On the ground, in the air. Atractylodes has nowhere to run.

He looked stunned at the boneless bird.

The necromancer screamed, "This is the flame bird I made for ten years!" - Flame Birds feed on dragon eggs! Dragons with inferior strength are no match for it!! ”

Before he finished speaking, black clouds swept towards him.

Baizhu pierced through the bird's head with a sword, pulling through the gap in the space that was sent to him, and Xiao Hei threw the rolled up necromancer into it, and Baizhu jumped in.