At this time, he felt that Bai Tang, who had been holding him outside his memory, kept rubbing his fingertips, as if he was a little more impatient, and the cold temperature of his fingertips was transmitted to his brain along the nerves.

In my memory, a cold wind suddenly swept in the window, and the window was blown shivering, sweeping away the only temperature of the room.

For a while, the cold inside and outside overlapped very tacitly, making him feel a kind of coolness like falling into an ice cave from the inside out.

"Boom!" The familiar thunder poured down again.

The sound of the explosion burst Jiang Futing's almost frozen brain, and brought out a half-baked human face by the way.

He suddenly sped his memory back, moving it so that the image pulled colorful lines in front of his eyes.

Then, when his mind flashed, the flowing picture stopped at a certain designated place.

It was the afternoon of the second day when I heard that a Taoist chief had come, and no one had told him that Lu Changrong had a chance to be treated.

After Lu Changku's lunch, he went back to the bedroom non-stop as usual.

It's just that he just came back from the yard with his front foot and stepped up the stairs, and Li Shang happened to accompany a middle-aged man to walk down from the stairs without hurrying.

Judging from his appearance, the man's sideburns already had a lot of silver threads, and he seemed to be older than the old dean.

Dressed very plainly, the temperament is calm and kind, and most of the single people who come to adopt are not much different.

Lu Changku, of course, didn't pay attention to him.

Most of the children in the orphanage are like Lu Changku, dressed in old and simple clothes, with long hair hanging down to their ears, maybe one day the teacher will remember it on a whim and cut it for them once.

Most of the time, Pingli looks a little sloppy, unobtrusive, and has no memory points.

As a result, when the two parties pass by, neither has too much interest in the other.

This picture is too ordinary, and there are many adopters who come in and out every day, so Jiang Futing didn't pay attention to it, except for the mole on the other party's eyebrow bone.

That mole was too eye-catching, even if the original face had been washed away by more than ten years of time without even leaving the slightest trace, just from that person's decisive momentum and that mole, he could almost conclude that this person was indeed the head of the Immortal Sect!

In the list more than a year ago, he once saw the hanging painting in the living room of the village chief's house, the person in the painting is not the same as the current appearance, but the aura in his bones cannot be hidden!

Jiang Futing stared at him in slight surprise.

He had guessed a lot about the people behind him, and he had also considered whether he would be an elder like last time, but he didn't expect that he would be the head of the Immortal Sect directly.

I couldn't even imagine that the information related to the head of the Immortal Sect would suddenly appear in this way in this situation.

The astonishment was like a soft splash of water, and soon fell silent as the stone sank.

He thought about it for a while, and suddenly thought about the history of the Immortal Sect that Bai Tang had told him before, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, and his heart was clear for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Futing retracted his mind, slowly withdrew from Lu Changku's memory, and when his consciousness returned to his body, it was like being wrapped in cotton, soft and reassuringly solid.

He opened his somewhat heavy eyelids, and Bai Tang's stinky face seemed to have a strong smell, and it drifted over as if it were about to leave.

However, Jiang Futing didn't have time to savor his stinking god, and the turbidity in his eyes was empty in a breath.

He sat up suddenly, and before he could look left or right with his searching gaze, he suddenly noticed a wild squatting in the far corner with a soul chain

Ghost.

Jiang Futing's gaze was on the wild ghost, and the wild ghost slowly raised his head, revealing his face that was extremely defeated.

It was Lu Changku.

The sense of urgency in his heart quickly settled.

That's right, Bai Tang is here, there's nothing to worry about, he can shoot faster than himself.

It is......

Bai Tang's knife-like gaze stayed on his face, as if he wanted to cut his face out of flowers.

Jiang Futing turned his head sideways and looked at him generously: "What's wrong?" ”

Bai Tang stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly showed a meaningful smile: "It's not much, anyway, it's not the first time to do big things without saying a word, and I'm used to it." ”

Jiang Futing was somewhat embarrassed by his smile, and defended: "That situation is to be determined." ”

"Then you are going back more and more, the ghost treats you on the head, you don't even feel the slightest feeling, don't say that you are my apprentice when you go out in the future." Bai Tang clasped his hands in front of him, deliberately saying some sarcastic words, and his tone was obviously angry.

It's not that he wants to target, it's just that Jiang Futing's habit of liking to do things must be changed.

It's okay to have small things now, and you can solve them on your own. But if you encounter a big event one day and you are not on the side, then how can you get it?

Jiang Futing understood the meaning of his words, and looked at him seriously again: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart." ”

This way of dealing with words and God is exactly the same as before, and it has not changed at all.

Whether it can be perfunctory or not is not so obvious.

Bai Tang suddenly had a sincere admiration for Lin Jinsheng, it was really not easy to be able to fight wits and courage with a child like Jiang Futing for more than ten years.

It's not easy to be a mother, and it's even more difficult to be Jiang Futing's mother.

He was silent for a moment, and was once again seized by someone Jiang, and suddenly changed the topic to the topic: "This memory is not in vain, at least I figured out who is who is between the two brothers." ”

Jiang Futing said, turned his head, and looked at the ghost curled up in the corner with cold eyes: "You're right?" Lu Chang withered. ”

It's probably been too long since I've heard anyone call it by this name, and it's been so long that it's really a little rusty, and the moment Jiang Futing finished calling, Lu Changkut had an unreal sense of trance.

It first subconsciously raised its head at the sound of the voice, and froze there for a moment before nodding its head in response to the so-called name.

"So there is nothing wrong with the record in the book of life and death, and the real Lu Changkut really died in vain." Bai Tang quickly reacted: "But didn't you compare your fingerprints last time...... Wait a minute! ”

His tone changed abruptly, and he strode in front of Lu Changku: "That person used yours?" ”

Bai Tang probably did something to Jiang Futing during the time when he was in the Communist Party, and Lu Changkut was obviously quite jealous of him.

When Bai Tang suddenly approached, he leaned into the corner with some fear, and nodded tremblingly.

That's right, no wonder there is no problem with the fingerprint comparison on the police's side.

One body, different souls.

I just don't know what means they used, they can use a dead body to really borrow the corpse to resurrect the soul.

Jiang Futing followed behind Bai Tang, crossed his back, and continued to look at Lu Changku in the corner: "There is one more thing, I accidentally saw that person."

The concealed word 'that person' is particularly sensitive in some cases, and people can immediately taste a different meaning when they hear it.

Bai Tang immediately turned his head, and the eye-catching watch revealed that he had guessed what that person was referring to.

Jiang Futing paused and said slowly, "It's the head of the Immortal Sect."

"Are you sure?" Bai Tang subconsciously blurted out.

Jiang Futing nodded categorically: "He erased Lu Changku's subjective memories related to him, but according to the clues, it was not easy to find him."

He deliberately accentuated the tone of the words "not easy", and glanced at Bai Tang by the way: "More than ten years have passed, and my appearance has indeed changed by seven or eight points, but a person's characteristics and temperament will not be wrong."

Bai Tang touched the meaning of his words, and even deleted a child's subjective memory, which must be trying his best to cover up something that was both important and invisible.

Judging from the current performance, there is only his own trace and existence.

At the same time, it is obvious that when the head of the Immortal Sect appeared in the orphanage, he did not have such a thing as the Immortal Sect, or it was only at the beginning of its establishment, otherwise he would not have run around in person.

Combined with the performance in his memory, he was indeed in a state of escape at that time.

"I don't have much interest in the sect's affairs, and I mentioned the part I scribbled to hear." 白唐 says:

"More than ten years ago, he judged his own master and stole a lot of magic weapons and secret allusions, so he was banned by various sects in the monastic world, and he was displaced for a long time.

What he said is inseparable from Jiang Futing's speculation.

Seeing that Jiang Futing nodded silently in acquiescence, he slowly rubbed the back of his hand:

"He is a half-person who has betrayed his master, and he is full of ambition to explore his own unique secret skills, which cannot be done by relying only on the external support of artifacts. Whether it's being a puppet, a corpse puppet, or a soul control, it's not overnight, and you can succeed by trying it casually. ”

Then he must choose someone who can completely care about himself, establish a long-term cooperative relationship with him, and be able to make permanent sacrifices for his own great cause. So that Lu Changrong must have been in contact with that head all along. ”

Jiang Futing's eyes suddenly tightened as he looked at Lu Changku: "If you find Lu Changrong, you can get more or less the news of that master."

"Congratulations, you got it right!" Bai Tang snapped his fingers happily.

This snap of his fingers made Jiang Futing have the illusion that he was a three-year-old child, but the illusion was fleeting and was replaced by the important thing in front of him.

He strode directly in front of Lu Changku, and said word by word: "Every time Lu Changrong appears in my dream, you are also there, I thought that you were here to kill me like him, it seems that you are following him a lot."

Lu Changku's soul trembled after hearing this, and his dull eyes gradually focused.

"You should know best where he is." Jiang Futing said categorically.

Lu Changku's eyes that regained focus looked at him directly, and suddenly smiled meaningfully.

Jiang Futing couldn't figure out the meaning of his smile for a while, no matter how simple Lu Changku's person was back then, he could experience so much, even if it was a stone, it should be full of holes.

Just from his attitude towards himself, it is also erratic and ambiguous.

"I don't know how he robbed you, but a discerning person can see that you don't hate him as much as you think." Jiang Futing fearlessly met his exploratory gaze and paused: "Of course, the so-called blood fate is estimated to be very little."

The darkness in Lu Changku's eyes was unpredictable for a while, not to mention the chaos to the bottom, and he couldn't even see what he was thinking.

Only his slightly open lips closed tremblingly after a little wind.

It's one thing to take revenge on your own brother, but it's another thing to be bullied by others.