The fat bird was gone, and I didn't worry about Xiao Hei at home, so I called Sister Cheng and asked her to help us handle the pet consignment.

After it was done, the fat man and I packed our bags and prepared a backpack for each of us. In addition to the rune paper and magic tools used in the backpack, the main thing is the usual change of clothes.

Don't look at India close to China, but the temperature difference between the two countries is very large. India has a tropical monsoon climate, blocked by the Himalayas in the north, cold air cannot enter, and the perennial high temperature is about ten degrees higher than that of the country.

It's the rainy season in July, so our clothes are mainly short-sleeved. China is now a steamer, and we jumped directly into the fire pit on this trip.

Since the plane will not take off until six o'clock tomorrow afternoon, we are not in a hurry to sleep, and the three of us chatted until late before going to bed.

Lying on the bed, the fat man's earth-shattering snoring came through the room, and I couldn't sleep over and over. One is that the trip to India is full of uncertainty and inexplicable expectations, and the other is that I don't know where Master Bi has flown now.

I'm not worried about the safety of the fat bird, but the second senior sister said that the spirit king Qiao Qi has a deep relationship with the overseas evil organization, her whereabouts are strange, and she hasn't shown up for many years.

I thought of the little stinky fart again, she didn't move in Dragon Ball, it was like she had fallen into a deep sleep for a long time. Bai Qu Chi said that the Dragon Ball has the effect of recreating the spirit body, and when the little girl wakes up, what will she become? Is it still the little stinky fart in my impression?

There is also the Black Fire Rakshasa Seal, the ability of this thing is still unknown to me, and Lord Bai clearly knows but does not reveal it, obviously deliberately concealing it. In addition, Lord Bai has never seen the head and tail of the dragon, where is it now?

Of course, there is also this mysterious burial sword, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a "time spirit" sword. Fat Bird said that this sword is a god of the world, and it is not easy to control it.

Strangely, I couldn't sense the presence of a spirit in the black hilt, let alone communicate with it.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep in a daze.

In the darkness, the heavens and the earth were chaotic, there was no wind, but a fire appeared in the distance. The flames were scorching and jumping, and they were extremely striking in the night, like a strange eye.

I squinted and could tell that the fire was supposed to be a campfire, and there seemed to be a person sitting next to it. I walked towards the campfire, filled with curiosity.

The light of the fire grew brighter and brighter, and I saw a tall, pale man sitting by the campfire. His figure is very slender, and the outline of his facial features is obviously that of a minority, with a desolate and primitive coldness.

The man sat cross-legged in front of a campfire in a black robe I had never seen before, vaguely resembling an ancient cloak.

A long, pitch-black curly hair wavy, uninhibited behind his head, a straight nose and a wide mouth, and a pair of eyes like bright stars, looking at the constantly beating flames.

I looked at him closely, and I didn't know why, but a sense of déjà vu welled up in my heart. But I clearly never met him.

Frankly speaking, this man's appearance is not handsome, and he should be more than forty years old, which is not amazing compared to Nie Yang, who is about the same age and figure, but he exudes an extremely strong sense of mystery, which makes people can't help but want to contact him.

"Hello!"

I tried to say hello to him, but the man didn't respond, as if he didn't see me. I was a little embarrassed and had to sit down by the campfire.

There was no sound in the night, and the silence was alarming. We were like this, face to face across the fire, silent, except for the crackling of dry wood and sparks, and the smoke rushing into the sky.

I was clearly sitting so close to him, but I couldn't sense the breath of this person. It was as if he didn't need to breathe at all, his body was motionless, like a still painting.

I knew the man wasn't human, but I couldn't tell what he was.

What's even more exaggerated is that not only am I not nervous when sitting with him, but I even have a sense of intimacy when I meet an old friend, like seeing an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and I don't know where this feeling comes from. Love Net

After a long time, the man finally spoke, but the first thing he said stunned me.

"How did you do that?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, but his tone was cold, with a taste of rejection.

I was a little confused, and I didn't know what he meant by that.

Seeing that I didn't speak, the man stared at me, his eyes flickering like stars, and added, "How did you wake me up?" ”

"Uh-uh...... Uncle, I'm ...... I don't understand what you mean......"

Naturally, I couldn't pick up him, and I thought to myself, who is this, we met for the first time, who woke you up? Were you just sleeping?

Listening to my words, the man seemed quite puzzled, and his brow furrowed in one place, as if muttering to himself.

"What? You call me uncle? Who are you? ”

"Oh, hello, my name is Su Bai, I'm lucky!"

I'm only 20 years old, and this man is in his forties, so it doesn't seem wrong for me to call him uncle.

"Su Bai...... Su Bai ......"

Uncle asked again as he repeated my name in confusion.

"Who are you, Su Qianmo?"

Su Qianmo? I've never heard the name and shake my head and say I don't know.

The uncle looked at me from top to bottom, and said in a loud voice, no, no. Then it seemed to have figured it out again, and he let out a long sigh.

His tone was still cold: "My name is called Millennium Burial." ”

The thousand-year-old burial, such a strange name, just like the person he is, is full of mystery. Suddenly, my heart moved! Thousands of years of burial, is he the sword spirit in the funeral sword?

I asked him for confirmation, and Millennial Burial nodded, stopped looking at me, and continued to look at the burning bonfire.

"You can't sense my existence, that's because the spirit of natal life will not serve the two masters for life......"

After a pause, Millennial Burial calmly began to tell his story, and the content of the story surprised me.

He was originally a wisp of Gang Qi cultivated in the body of a master named Su Qianmo, and this person was also the master in his mouth. I was stunned, and the consciousness of the Gang Qi in my body awakened into a spirit, which was simply unheard of.

The owner praised it, not only gave it a thousand years of burial, but also spent decades of effort to catalyze it into a sword spirit, hidden in his right arm.

Su Qianmo and the millennium burial beads are a perfect combination, and they have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for many years, and they have never met opponents. Unexpectedly, there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and twenty years ago, things changed suddenly. In a vicious battle, Su Qianmo encountered a powerful opponent, and both the enemy and the enemy were killed.

And the spirit body of the thousand-year-old burial was also shattered, and for some reason it turned into a piece of alien iron......