"I don't want you to die here. The stand-in spell thing is just my personal idea, I want to help, that's all. ”

This sentence was said by the White Mist Divine Son very seriously.

There was not the slightest hint of banter in the words.

It seems that the other party already has a considerable ideological consciousness before making this decision.

"I see."

Xicheng nodded.

This time he didn't refuse.

After all, the other party has already said this, and if he refuses, it is not worrying, but pure hypocrisy.

The two men continued to walk down.

Silent.

There was a long silence.

I have to say that after discussing the question just now, the atmosphere naturally became dull, and people couldn't be happy.

After almost two more minutes of rapid running, the voice of the White Mist Divine Son came out:

"To be honest, what Shiki-kun said just now makes me very happy."

"Yes."

Xicheng Shi answered, which sounded a little casual.

"Well, when I was at the White Mist House, the people around me distanced themselves from me early. When he learned that he had been cultivated and was just a tool that existed for the three wheels of the White Mist Family, his heart was even more cold. ”

She said to herself: "The divine son of the White Mist family has his own mission, and the divine son of the White Mist family should die for the future of the family... That's what I've always been up to with a normal education. ”

"It's just that the White Mist family is abnormal, you are taking the abnormality as normal. Psychologically deformed, I personally recommend that you go back to see a psychiatrist, instead of complaining to me. ”

Xicheng replied coldly.

This too spicy and straight man's comment made Bai Mist Shenzi slightly stunned, and after a while, she couldn't help but shake her head: "Sure enough, Shijun, you are different from ordinary people." ”

The White Mist Divine Son seemed to sigh a little.

But compared to her exclamation, Xicheng turned his head - how did the words of the White Mist Divine Son sound like he was scolding?

He felt that he was still a standard normal person, and he didn't have any characteristics except for his good-looking face in the crowd.

"The immortality that ordinary people pursue is not immortal, and you don't want it. And with such a good thing as a stand-in spell in front of me, you just advised me to value my life more... So I'm pretty happy. ”

Yes.

The White Mist Miko was very happy and moved.

"What do you think?"

Her fresh and pretty face was full of suppleness, her gentle eyes were as gentle as water, and her body was closer.

It seemed as if the White Mist Miko was expecting some special answer from him.

This is the white mist god son before the amnesia, and this temperament is completely worthy of the sentence 'Yamato Nadeshiko'.

And her question, no matter how you listen to it, there is a strong smell of confession.

In the face of such an attractive little girl, even Xicheng Shi, who has always had no feelings for little girls, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and he turned his head and spoke.

"It's a little farther away from me, it's too close, and the road is not easy to walk."

Yes?

The White Mist Miko blinked, a little unresponsive.

"A little farther away."

Seeing that she was stunned in place, Xicheng waved his hand and added: "In this way, when the remains behind us chase over, the two of us will not huddle together and wait for death." ”

"Huh? Ay! Good... I'm sorry, Shiki-kun. ”

The mood of the White Mist Divine Son was just like the three tone words above, first stunned, then responded, and finally hurriedly opened the distance from Xicheng.

After doing these actions, the White Mist Divine Son barely reacted.

But she could only open her mouth with a snort, and secretly retracted her little hand—she had planned to hold it with the trend.

Looking at the Xicheng style that was still walking, the White Mist Divine Son was a little depressed.

The Xicheng style is really an iron lump!

But she couldn't say anything yet, after all, Xicheng was all right.

Squeezed together in this narrow passage, if the remains behind you touch it, then I don't know how to die.

But this Yamato Nadeshiko's version of the White Mist Miko is actually still a little unwilling.

After all, Xicheng is a good object, and it would be perfect if you could take this opportunity to tie him up with yourself.

She sighed in her heart.

But no matter how much she sighed, all she could do now was cheer for another ice sculpture beauty version of the White Mist Divine Son.

There's no way, after this exploration is over, there is a high probability that she will disappear directly as a virtual personality, and then she will be accompanied by another white mist god.

Although they are all themselves, the Yamato Nadeshiko's version of the White Mist Miko also knows that the other self is unreliable at all, and even thinks about sending his mother out to Xicheng Shi.

Just as she was thinking nonsense, the Xicheng style in front suddenly spoke:

"This should be the end of the place, right?"

The stone steps have come to an end.

In front of the Xicheng style and the White Mist Divine Son, there is a huge cave.

Unlike the long and dark passage behind it, there was no lighting in the rock wall of this cave, but it shimmered strangely with a dark blue demonic light.

The pure natural cave and the falling milky stone pillars are combined with the flickering blue light, except for the disadvantage that the environment is too cold, the rest are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

"The rock mass here is capable of emitting on its own due to the influence of the Dense Flower Immortal Mist for many years."

The White Mist Miko explained, and then she turned her head.

To the left of the cave is a deep cavern that spreads inward... I don't know where it leads, but on the right side of the cave is an underground river that flows down the riverbed, and a small beach winds its way down the riverbed.

"From here, go deep into the cave on the left, where the Flower of Secret is."

She pointed to the cavern ahead and shook her head, "But our destination isn't where the Flower of Secret is, it's over there—"

The direction of the White Mist Mizuko's finger turned, pointing to the underground river next to the cave.

Her meaning was clear, she was going to go downstream.

There was even a wooden boat tied to the underground river.

"The Abyss of Fog?"

Xicheng Shi thought of the words he had seen in the White Mist Mizuko's diary earlier, and asked.

"Hmm." The White Mist Divine Son affirmed Xicheng's words: "There is a three-wheeled eye hidden in the Fog Hidden Abyss, this is what the White Mist Family Master told me, and I also know that every White Mist Family Master, when his life is about to end, will go down the river and hold the ritual of 'returning the eyes'. ”

The so-called 'returning eyes' ceremony is actually that the head of the White Mist family returns the three wheels to its place, waiting for the next head of the White Mist family and the son of the White Mist God to be elected, and then the new head of the White Mist family inherits the three wheels.

After listening to what the White Mist Divine Son said, Xicheng Shi also touched his chin.

It seems that these three wheels are unique things, and there can only be one master at a time.

"Let's go."

Without hesitation, Xicheng cut the rope that tied the wooden boat and stepped directly on the wooden boat.

Fortunately, I don't know what kind of production method was used, but the wooden boat was very sturdy, and it didn't make a strange sound when you stepped on it, and there was no place to seep water.

Safe!

The West Castle style is a little relieved.

But before he could relax for two minutes, he could clearly hear where they had come... There was a terrifying and twisted mad scream!

"Sure enough, it's still resurrected."

Xicheng muttered to himself.

He didn't expect to be able to get rid of the remains of the Ten Spells at once.

But the other party inevitably recovered too quickly.

The speed of this direct catch-up made Xichengshi's heart fluctuate slightly.

Xicheng picked up the White Mist Divine Son onto the boat, raised his hand and pushed the boat directly away from the river bank with a wooden oar.

The water here is very fast, and it can go a long way down the river in an instant.

But even so, the Xicheng style could still see the hideous aura and the distorted faces of the creatures chasing down the small river beach at an unimaginable speed!

It's unimaginably fast! It seems that being killed by the West Side style made it very annoyed.

"Difficult." Xicheng threw the oar in his hand to the White Mist Divine Son: "White Mist, you row, I'll deal with it." ”

"Ah, good!"

The White Mist Divine Son did not hesitate, took the oars and began to row wildly.

At this time, she doesn't care what Yamato Nadeshiko is or not about Nadeshiko, and running for her life is the most important!

And just as she took the oars and rowed, the wreckage on the shore had already caught up.

Its four legs were accumulating strength, and then under the somewhat incredulous gaze of the White Mist Divine Son, it flew directly towards the boat!

Terrifying speed, unimaginable inertia! If you get hit—

Poof!!

Mori Bai speared into the flesh, and the sharp tip of the spear was directly nailed into the opponent's chest.

The skeleton's body in the air paused for a moment at the sudden opposing force, and then plunged into the water with a thud.

"Shiki-kun!"

The White Mist Divine Son let out a cry of surprise.

At that speed, you can even accurately hit the skeleton in mid-air!

Shiki-kun is amazing!

"You concentrate on rowing, and I'll take care of the rest."

The Xicheng-esque voice remained unchanged as his gaze remained fixed on the rushing water.

Although there is a big gap between the Eight Imperial Mantras and the Ten Imperial Mantras, at this time, it is not the time to worry about these.

After all, the small boat under their feet is the only umbrella, and if they lose it, the two of them will fall into the river, and they will have to be slaughtered.

After all, a living person is no better than a living body, even if it doesn't matter the impact of the turbulent river, the Xicheng style and the White Mist Divine Son also need to breathe.

Boom!!!

Under Xicheng's gaze, a deep shadow suddenly burst out of the river, and the hollow in his chest was rapidly healing.

Of course, the purpose of the other party's jump is still this small boat.

Xicheng Shi did not hesitate, his left hand threw out the thin rope condensed by the mist of the coffin and tied the small wooden stake at the stern of the boat, and then stepped on the soles of his feet, and the whole person did not dodge or dodge, and directly threw himself into the wreckage that fell down in mid-air.

Seeing Xicheng's death-seeking move, the corpse stretched out its black razor-like fingers.

As soon as it comes into contact with the Nishijo style, the knife-like nail will remove it in eight pieces.

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the distorted face of the Ten Imperial Spell Skeleton with a simple IQ.

And just when the West Side and the skeleton were about to collide-

Xicheng's right hand flipped over, and a pitch-black thing appeared in his right hand.

The living skeleton was stunned, not understanding why the living person in front of him suddenly took out such an inexplicable short gadget.

And then—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Orange sparks exploded.

It only felt a pain in its body, and its movements were also a meal.

And then... Because of this flaw, it was smashed on the head by the bloody sledgehammer condensed by the mist and death qi of the Xicheng style, and it fell heavily into the water.

Splash!

Seeing this scene, Xicheng-style left wrist exerted force.

The mist rope that was pulling the boat shrank, and at the moment when Xicheng was about to fall, he took advantage of this new force and fell into the wooden boat again.

"It's pretty good."

Xicheng turned over and stood up, looked at the pistol in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh a little.

I have to say that the wisdom of modern people is really good, this pistol has come in handy a lot, and there is really a feeling of 'my lord, times have changed'.

"Shiki-kun is amazing!"

The white mist god who was concentrating on paddling next to him had already turned from Yamato Nadeshiko into a little fan girl.

"Just expedient."

Xicheng looked at the river that had not moved for a long time, and his eyes flickered.

It seems that this has caused a lot of damage to the other party, and the other party should not be able to get up for a while.

But... If it goes on like this...

Xicheng Shi looked at the White Mist Divine Son: "How far is it, White Mist?" ”

"It should be not far ahead."

The White Mist Divine Son said without replying.

"Really?" Nishigi stuffed the empty pistol into his arms, and at the same time asked, "I'll ask you one last time, and you're sure to perform the ritual of the double-in spell, right?" ”

"Hmm. Now is not the time to hesitate. ”

The White Mist Miko replied directly.

“... I understand. Xicheng nodded, didn't think about it at all, and spoke directly: "In that case, let's perform the ceremony of the stand-in spell on the ship." ”

"It's... Some are too sudden. ”

White Mist Mizuko obviously didn't expect Xicheng Shi to say this, her slender and good-looking eyebrows frowned: "The ritual of the stand-in spell requires a relatively quiet environment... On such a ship, the odds of failure are high. ”

"There's no quiet place or environment anymore." Xicheng Shi looked at the river surface that was a little unmoved, and replied without looking back: "Even if we get to the place, the remains of this Ten Imperial Spell will attack us... So it's better to take advantage of the gap when it hasn't caught up and give it a try directly on the ship. ”

"......" White Mist Divine Son.

Xicheng style is not unreasonable, now is a rare gap, if you miss it-

Thinking of this, the White Mist Shenzi gritted her teeth and stopped paddling, she directly put down the oars, put her hands together, and then flipped her finger prints, and at the same time, bursts of obscure scriptures leaked out of her mouth.

Xicheng Shi couldn't understand the content, but she could still tell from some of the syllables that she was reciting Buddhist scriptures.

After all, the secret flower is enshrined in the White Mist Temple, so it is reasonable that the ceremony is related to Buddhist scriptures.

Merely...

"Here we go again."

Xicheng turned his head.

Above the rushing river—

There are shadows about to be lifted!