Chapter 115: Provoke Right and Wrong 2
After the old man left, I remained silent.
What did Mr. Big, who suppressed the old wolf leave behind, worthy of a warlock who had gone elsewhere to take root in this poor country?
That thing can definitely change the fate of a family, otherwise, Old Lady Heng would not deliberately cut off his own Dao inheritance, and even ruthlessly let his children and grandchildren suffer poverty and wait for a turning point.
When I couldn't figure out the joints, I couldn't help but stand up and paced to the window and looked up.
Before I could see the mountains and rivers outside, a figure suddenly appeared in front of me. The moment the other party met my eyes, the dark yellow pupils suddenly enlarged several times in front of my eyes, and a strong dead air surged out of his eyes.
At that moment, I just felt like I was facing a dead man's eyes.
When I instinctively stretched out my hand to the dagger on my leg, a flash of light suddenly flashed in my head, and I hurriedly shouted to the Shi monks who rushed over: "Stop!" β
Although Monk Shi didn't know why, he just stopped. I slowly moved my body backwards, and retreated to two meters away in a few steps: "You are the Qingfeng Fairy on the mountain, right?" β
The woman who suddenly appeared outside the window looked to be only a teenager, wearing a set of student skirts from the Republic of China, and her slightly pale face looked exactly the same as the girl who was chopping meat on the mountain at that time.
The other party rolled his eyes and looked at me coldly, but he didn't say a word.
I said in a deep voice: "Monk, Ye Yan, don't touch her any of you, she is here to send her to death." β
"Sent to death?" Monk Shi immediately reacted, "Why do you want us to kill you, so that all the immortals on the mountain can come down to find us together, right?" The idea is well played. Tell you, Lao Tzu just won't kill you, I'll see what you can do! β
Qingfeng flashed into the house with a cold face, and his feet floated off the ground into the air, and only stopped when he was about to approach the beams of the house, dangling his toes back and forth in the air like a hanged man.
As long as the people in the room look up, they can see the condescending, cold eyes of the other person. The more Hengfei didn't want to look at her, the more he couldn't help but look up, and after a few times, he shivered beside me.
I said in a deep voice: "Monk, go get some brown sugar ginger soup for Boss Heng." β
The yin qi deliberately released by the Qingfeng Immortal did not affect a few of us, but it made Heng Fei tremble, and it didn't take long for him to get seriously ill.
Monk Shi simply took out a wine jug from his body and poured two sips for Hengfei: "If you are confused, you can sleep, you don't need to look at it." β
According to the agreement between Shudao and the Immortal Family, whoever strikes first will not be reasonable, even if he is killed by the other party, others are not allowed to seek revenge.
That Qingfeng is obviously provoking, but we have nothing to do with her, we will be at the loss if we make the first move, and the immortals on the mountain will naturally have to face their own people. They can acquiesce to the breeze coming to provoke, which is equivalent to showing their attitude.
I couldn't get rid of the breeze, so I had to reach out and pull the quilt and lie on the kang. Before I fell asleep, I felt that my side was getting colder and colder, and my chest seemed to be pressed with stones, and I couldn't breathe for a long time, but like a mirror, I knew that I was being pressed by a ghost.
I snapped my eyes open, just in time to see one of the breezy feet on my chest, looking down at my face with a grim face. When I wanted to shout but couldn't make a sound, Monk Shi got up with a bone: "Little girl, are you too much?" β
Qingfeng slowly crushed his toes: "You killed the wolf master, I can't spare you." β
Monk Shi said sharply: "If you have the ability, you can give me a number, Lao Tzu wants to see if you have a master or not!" β
There is a rumor in the art path that when you can't talk to an immortal, it's best to find out if he has a master, and go directly to the great immortal above him to talk, maybe there will be a turnaround.
"Qingfeng, Guo Huaxin, there has never been a master, you don't have to think about it." Guo Huaxin replied coldly, and the strength on his feet increased a few points.
If the other party presses down like this, although it won't kill me, I will definitely feel like I'm seriously ill tomorrow morning, and I'm tired.
Monk Shi stretched out his hand and grabbed the iron rod beside him: "Why are you unreasonable?" Don't you see at whose hands the old wolf died? β
Guo Huaxin said coldly: "If it weren't for the Lord Wolf to repay your favor, he wouldn't be surrounded. You shouldn't have come, Lord Wolf's death, you are the culprit. β
"Fart!" Monk Shi was so angry that he couldn't say a word.
If a woman is unreasonable, there is nothing she can do. Besides, Qingfeng Immortal itself is a powerful ghost and a resentful ghost, and once the resentment in his heart is stimulated, it is easy to go to extremes, and he will easily stop reasoning.
When Ye Shen was about to speak, there was a sudden banging outside the gate, and the melon son who was lying on the ground stood up suddenly and barked wildly at the door.
Guo Huaxin smiled and said, "Your retribution is coming, go out and have a look!" β
As soon as the pressure on my body was relieved, the man also stood up, grabbed the rakshasa and jumped to the ground, and walked straight to the gate. Before I reached the door, I heard someone outside shouting hoarsely: "Wu Zhao, open the door!" Wu Zhao, open the door ......"
Ghosts called ghosts?
My first reaction was that the other party was calling me a soul.
I took a few steps further, and suddenly a chill ran through me. As soon as I took a step, a whirlwind swept the floor and swirled around my feet.
Before I could react, Guo Huaxin's voice suddenly came out from behind me: "Why don't you go forward, isn't someone calling you outside?" β
"Wu Zhao, open the door quickly, open the door quickly......" The voice of the person outside suddenly became urgent, and the coldness on my body became a little heavier. Every time he shouted, I felt goosebumps rise on my body, and a biting cold rushed out of me from the inside out.
"Wu Zhao, hurry up and open the door, hurry up and ......" The voice of the person outside became more and more urgent, and my feet walked towards the door step by step as if I couldn't control it, until I was about to touch the door, I stopped.
The people outside seemed to know that I had reached the door, so they simply stopped.
I confronted each other across an iron door for a few seconds before pulling out the rakshasa and gently opening the crack with the tip of my knife.
The first thing I saw was a bloodstained human face. Half of the man's face seemed to have been gnawed alive by something, and the flesh on his face fell jaggedly, a palm-sized piece fell off his face, and white bones were exposed on his head, and only a small section of his left arm hung down with bloody flesh strands.
The man was dressed in the Hanging Mirror Division, but I couldn't tell who he was.
The man saw that I opened the door with a knife, rushed into the door suddenly, pinned the crack of the door with his foot, squeezed half of his body into the door, and shouted hoarsely: "Wu Zhao, hurry up the mountain to save people!" Our brothers were surrounded. β
I said coldly: "Isn't Xie Jingwen capable?" Let him fight his way out and take you to escape! β
The man waved his fleshy palm and tried to come and pull me, but I pressed one leg against the door and blocked him out: "It's a blessing that you survived, so let's take care of ourselves!" β
"Wu Zhao, if you don't go up the mountain, I won't spare you if I am a ghost!" When the man shouted loudly, a trace of black qi also emanated from his body.
Grievances?
The heavier the resentment that a person exudes before death, the deeper the anger of the ghost he becomes. This person is angry because I don't want to make a move, and he has become a ghost looking for revenge on me?
My heart went for a moment, and I let go of the paws of my feet against the door, and the man was caught off guard, and a staggered through the door for most of his body. I didn't wait for the other person to fully enter the door before I exerted my strength again, pushing the door back into place, and the man was also caught in the middle of the crack in the door.
Just as the other party shook his figure, I already saw an extra figure behind him, and that was Guo Huaxin. The other party put one arm around the man's neck, hung behind the other's back, and looked at me with one eye sideways and sneered.
It was Guo Huaxin who was aggravating the other party's grievances!
I said to the man in a cold voice, "What if you don't let me go?" I'm not afraid of Qingfeng Fairy, will I still be afraid of you as a little ghost? β
"Don't you save you when you die?" The man roared, and resentment poured out from his body.
I sneered, "Let me save my opponent?" I'm not that compassionate yet. I'll just tell you once, get outβ"
The man gritted his teeth and said, "Lu Xiaoying gave you a note, let me tell you: You will regret it if you don't read it!" β
I couldn't help but frown: "Where's the note?" β
"It's in my pocket......" The man struggled and pulled out the note, tossing it at my feet.
When I picked up the note in my hand with the tip of my knife, my eyes shrank suddenlyβthere were only five words written on it: "I will go against the sky"!
Will Lu Xiaoying be the descendant of the divine vein?
Even if she wasn't the descendant of the divine vein, at least she knew the story of the half-life path, otherwise, she wouldn't have recognized the identity of my descendant of the ghost vein just because she saw the ghost eye money on the rakshasa and the sword.
She can say "against the heavens" to me, which means that she knows better than me the grievances between gods and ghosts, and with these three words alone, I can't go up the mountain.
I said in a deep voice to the disciple of the Hanging Mirror Division, "I'll go up the mountain immediately, you go and heal your injuries!" β
"Thank you!" The man only said two words, and his body fell to the ground limply, and black blood gushed out of the seven orifices.
The man must have died a long time ago, and he didn't know what secret method he used, so he let his body run down the mountain and send me a letter.
Guo Huaxin laughed and said, "Do you dare to go up the mountain?" To go up is to be the enemy of the immortals. I'd like to see how you die. β
The conversation between the two of us fell word for word in the ears of Monk Shi, and Monk Shi also said: "Old Wu, you can't go up the mountain!" Don't you see that the dead man is not authentic, he used a secret method to call the soul to call you out, just for fear that you would avoid it. They want you to die, can't you see it? β