Suddenly, as soon as her hand slipped, Fu Wangshu headed towards the sunken ship, and was soon sucked into the ship.

Ye Simei naturally couldn't watch him die underwater like this, so she hurriedly followed him into the cabin.

However, as she approached the shipwreck, a force from inside the ship attacked her.

She was not surprised, and hurried to meet her.

"Attacked by a human occultist, +2 for Hexel."

Ye Simei was overjoyed. The evil spell was actually directly added by two hundred, so strong!

Also, what's going on with this human occultist?

Could it be that the occultist who suppressed the Three-Eyed Evil God back then is still alive?

She carried the energy attack near the shipwreck. Got into the cabin.

As soon as she entered, she saw a very shocking scene.

Fu Wangshu floated in mid-air, and in front of him, an old man sat up.

The old man was wearing a gray robe, and he didn't know how many years he had been sitting here, but his face was still the same as when he was alive. Not even a single beard has been lost.

Even Ye Simei was a little skeptical, was he dead or alive?

If he is alive, he has no life in his body.

Suddenly, the old man moved.

With a wave of his hand, a golden light rushed out of his palm and shot into Fu Wangshu's body.

Ye Simei was shocked.

What is this operation?

This...... This looks like it's a transmission of gong.

A steady stream of power passed from the old man's body into Fu Wangshu's body.

Ye Simei understood, this old man had been waiting here for so many years, and with his last breath, he wanted to find a successor for himself and pass on all his cultivation to him, so as not to cut off his avenue.

Ye Simei took a deep breath, why didn't she encounter such a good thing?

But......

She glanced at Fu Wangshu over there, this is fine, at least he doesn't have to die.

If he dies because of her, she will never be at peace in her life.

The power output from the old man's body is increasing, and the injuries on Fu Wangshu's body are also recovering at a speed that can be seen by the naked eye.

It wasn't until half an hour had passed that the old man withdrew his hand. A shallow smile suddenly appeared on his face, which had not been expressionless for thousands of years.

Then his head hung down and he was completely dead.

But his body hasn't dissipated yet, and he still has to guard the Three-Eyed Evil God here.

Ye Simei was in awe.

The occultists she had seen so far were either evil cultivators or greedy people, but she didn't expect to see a selfless occultist who would protect the common people after death.

How good it would be if such an occultist could cultivate to become an immortal.

It's a pity that he is dead.

People die.

It's embarrassing.

Ye Simei sighed lightly. clasped his hands together, saluted him, and then flew forward, hugged Fu Wangshu, and dragged him towards the river.

Finally got ashore, Fu Wangshu's body was still exuding a faint light, Ye Simei said to him: "Although you saved me once, it is because of me that you have such an opportunity." We're clear. Since then, the rivers and lakes have been far away, and we will never see each other again. ”

After finishing speaking, he was about to leave, but Fu Wangshu suddenly grabbed her ankle and said weakly: "Don't leave me alone, charming anchor."

Ye Simei only felt that it was a bolt from the blue.

How would this person know that she was a charming anchor?

Who is he?

"Please, don't go......" Fu Wangshu struggled twice. Fainted again.

Ye Simei hesitated for a moment, and finally reluctantly picked him up and walked along the mountain road.

walked for a whole day, and when twilight fell, Ye Simei reluctantly put him down.

She's lost!

Her sense of direction has always been very poor, and she thought that she would be better after her mental strength was enhanced, but she didn't expect it to be the same as before, and there were even signs of deepening.

The forest at night is dangerous.

Ye Simei had to find a cave, and there was a stream flowing out of the cave.

It's damp in the cave. The stones were covered with moss, but fortunately it was winter and there was a lot of dry grass outside. She found some, put them on the stones, and let Fu Wangshu lie down. He picked up another large leaf and scooped some water for him to drink.

Fu Wangshu's skin is pale and delicate, it can be seen that he used to be pampered and didn't go out much, coupled with his behavior, it can be seen that his background should be good.

Ye Simei was helpless, how could she have such a hot potato.

And you can't just throw him here, otherwise her secret will leak out, and I don't know how much trouble will follow.

If she kills the mouth directly, firstly, she will not be able to do this, and secondly, this young man has just inherited the Dao system of the occult master, if she kills him. There is dry heaven and harmony, but I am afraid that it will be caused by cause and effect.

Headache.

Although the winter in the south is not as cold as in the north, the cold at night is like poison, which will penetrate deep into the bone marrow and make people feel pain through the bones.

Ye Simei found a branch and made a fire. Fortunately, she has fire prevention skills, otherwise if she wants to drill wood to make fire, she might as well freeze for a night.

Fu Wangshu soaked in the water for so long, and the wet clothes on his body had not been changed, he seemed to have a cold and a high fever.

Ye Simei saw that his face was flushed, and touched his forehead, burning his hands.

"I've really poured blood mold for eight lifetimes." Ye Simei said angrily, then pinched a spell with both hands, pointed his index finger on his forehead, and used the qi control technique to force out the cold qi in his body.

"Whew-" Fu Wangshu spat out a mouthful of white mist, and the high heat on his body slowly receded.

He was burned hazy, and vaguely saw Ye Simei's face.

Originally, people would look ugly when viewed from the bottom up, but Ye Simei did not have the slightest ugliness, but made her smooth neck and round chin look more beautiful and attractive.

Ye Simei is not a melon seed face, but a round face, not the pointed chin that modern people like, but she is not fat at all, but looks more charming, with a classical temperament and beauty.

At that moment, Fu Wangshu actually had a strange urge to take a light bite on her chin.

It's just that he is weak, even if he has a thief's heart, he doesn't have the courage to be a thief, so he sighed unwillingly and closed his eyes again.

That night, he had a long, long dream.

In his dream, he seemed to see the life of an ancient occult master.

The life of this ancient metaphysical master is actually very plain, he has outstanding talent since he was a child, he was accepted as a disciple by his master, and he became a profound metaphysical master at a young age, and was invited into the palace by the royal family and became a national teacher.

When he was a national teacher, he also did a lot of good things for the benefit of the country and the people, and was finally sent to the south to get rid of the three-eyed evil god of Bagan, and finally died in the river.

Although there are no ups and downs in his story, the mystical techniques he learned are very profound and fill Fu Wangshu's mind.