Meijia stood up in the midst of the greenery.

She looked at the prison painting, and her weak and boneless body exuded a majestic spirit from the inside out. Between the eyebrows, although there is still a fog when he just woke up, the heroic spirit and firmness that cannot be ignored reveal a message.

It's a man!

A man who wakes up with some kind of mission. Most likely, he was once a fighter who had been on the battlefield.

Because while looking at the prison painting, his body that had not yet fully fused had subconsciously made a defensive posture, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

The presence of prison paintings made him instinctively uneasy.

"Can you speak?" Prison Painting asked.

The other party did not speak.

"Green Soul, go take a look." Prison painting confession.

The green soul's eyes condensed, and his body suddenly disappeared. Meijia, no, it was the person who woke up through Meijia's body who was startled by the disappearance of the green soul. But he is also a person who has been dead for thousands of years and can still come back to life, even if he has seen some big scenes, he quickly looked around vigilantly, beware of where the green soul came out.

But no. The green soul entered his consciousness without him being aware of it, and began to probe indiscriminately.

Prison painting breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that although the green soul is feeling a little uncomfortable, so far the ability is still the same as usual.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The prison painting gave a routine questioning to the man who wouldn't answer.

The other party still did not answer.

But he was sure that he could understand it, because in the sea of knowledge, the green soul had already begun to translate his thoughts at the same time.

"The foreman, who was a close confidant of Fang Ju'an, was killed in a battle. Fang Ju'an kept his soul by his side, and then reserved a place for him in the tomb, in order to complete the task assigned to him by Fang Ju'an at the right time. ”

"What is Fang Ju'an going to do with you when he left you in the tomb?"

"Let him find the prophesied person and use the spirit of the other party to feed Fang Ju'an's body and resurrect it."

Hearing this, the body of the prison painting trembled, and subconsciously glanced at Meijia's head. The Green Soul is in there now. He was nervous, she believed.

"Who is the prophesied man?"

When he asked this question, he saw that Meijia's body was tense. The other party obviously didn't understand why the prison painting knew so many things, and the whole person arched his back, his eyes were fierce, and he made a posture that was ready to attack at any time.

"You, magnetic, needle, well, here, to, of?" He spoke, a series of hoarse and incoherent male voices from Mika's soft little woman's mouth.

"Foreman, he wanted to ask you how you knew about the prophecy."

"Of course I do. Not only do I know, but everyone in the world knows that there is a prophecy here, otherwise how could so many fools run in and explore? As he spoke, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be one of those fools in the eyes of the other party, and quickly explained: "I'm different, I'm here to save them." ”

Wu Xiao silently rolled his eyes on the side. Master, doesn't your conscience hurt when you talk like this? Is it interesting to deceive the dead?

"Foreman, this guy is scolding Fang Ju'an in his head. probably means that Fang Ju'an said that he only told him about this back then, and no one told him. ”

I can't help but think of a picture. Fang Ju'an said to his loyal subordinates seriously: "I will only tell you one of this secrets, and no one else knows." As a result, he turned around and pushed his cheap secret everywhere

, as if suffering from amnesia.

Well, if that's the case, then it's human nature to know that scolding is also human.

"Who is it?" The prison painter asked again while the iron was hot.

Green Soul: "Foreman, he doesn't know either. ”

Prison Painting: "......"

But he remembered the scene. Fang Ju'an knew that his limit was approaching, so he placed the spiritual weapon that stored his soul in this position and explained something to him. ”

He said, "I have stood on the battlefield all my life, and I have never enjoyed the prosperity of the world. Now that he is about to return, his heart is shaking. I will sleep here for thousands of years, waiting for the prophesied one to appear and save my body. I'm about to die, but the Night Pearl will hold my last breath away. At the same time, my soul will sleep. When you wake up, that's when that person appears. All you need to do is attach yourself to an ordinary person, bind that person's soul with this soul chain, and send it to my body, and I will return. When I return, I will reshape your body, and then you and I will fight a lot of land and achieve great things. The stakes are high at this time, and I will only say that you alone know. You have to keep it a secret, and remember, that person has a red mole on his eyebrows. ”

Well, the question and answer went quite smoothly. It's a pity that she still doesn't know who the prophesied person who can wake him up is.

Most likely, even Fang Ju'an himself doesn't know. He probably only knew that somebody would be in this position at a certain time and someday. And the soul of the man who appeared was able to save his body, which had been breathing for thousands of years, and resurrect him.

"Who is that prophet?" The prison painting asked tentatively.

"It's a very powerful guy, a big guy that Fang Ju'an has always admired. Not ordinary people. Fang Ju'an had many things that he had taught and given, including some formations and the Night Pearl. The rest, this person named Jidong doesn't know either. ”

Of course, Ji Dong didn't answer her, but bent down to pick up something. Through the conversation just now, he already knew that the person who stored this person's soul was not a corpse, but a spiritual weapon called the "Soul Chain", so what he picked up should be that kind of thing.

Sure enough, after he got up, there was one more thing in his hand. It was pitch black, and it looked dirty with something on it. But he didn't dislike it at all, and carefully wiped it with the skirt on his body, as carefully and cautiously as he did with his own body.

Having lived in it for thousands of years, isn't that his body? People are prone to have some inexplicable feelings about things outside their bodies. The house you have lived in is emotional, the car you have driven is a family member, and you will even be a little reluctant when you sell it. However, it is easy to lose yourself.

That's what the man in front of me is. He did his best for Fang Ju'an, and he died after his death. Fang Ju'an left his soul behind, gave up the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being, continued to be his subordinate, and even slept in this dark and lonely tomb for thousands of years, in order to resurrect his former boss.

His boss came back to life by then, so what about him? Reshaping the body is not a joke. This guy just believes it? Do you have feelings for this?

Unreasonable.

Ji Dong raised his head and looked around. He was looking for the prophesied man.

But the only person who appears in front of him now is prison painting. There are no red moles on the eyebrows that are firmly drawn.

Jidong frowned. He thought back to the appearance of the little boy who had just disappeared, and there didn't seem to be a red mole.

He turned to look at the other three, his brow furrowed.

Those three people did not have red moles on their eyebrows.

How could it not be?!

The situation in Kito soon became wrong. His eyes began to redden, a black mist emanated from his body, and his hair flew upward.

It's actually quite pleasing to the eye to make such a terrible look with Meijia's appearance. Using that sick and crooked posture to make such a sickly and violent appearance has an extremely incongruous beauty.

It's a pity that now is not the time to appreciate.

"Don't get excited, this buddy!" The prison painting had no choice but to communicate with this ghost who had been dead for thousands of years. Although he said that he was a ghost, there were not many opportunities to really contact ghosts, most of the ghosts he saw were ghosts with identity, and a few or two like Zhong Chuyan were also unapologetic, and it was easy to win. Even the evil spirits outside are just dark shadows. But if this person really turned into the appearance before he died, it is estimated that he would scare the so-called ghost of prison painting half to death.

Therefore, if there is less in the world, it is cowardice.

"Still right?" His hoarse voice rang out again.

This time, I don't need to translate the green soul, and I understand the prison painting. He was asking who else.

No, I don't.

But he didn't dare to say that. This ghost left the corpse like this, and the reason why he didn't go crazy and transform was because he had always been stored in the aura. Now he is no longer in the aura, but attached to the body of ordinary people, such a ghost, if the mood is unstable or obsession is very deep, it is easy to lose self-awareness, mutations, and become a powerful ghost.

"Still right?!" Ji Dong shouted again, the red light in his eyes became even stronger, and his cloak looked like a female madman with pink eye.

The green soul was squeezed out just when Ji Dong's voice came out. He exclaimed, fell to the ground, rubbed his buttocks, and then quickly flew up on the spot and returned to the prison painting.

"Foreman, I was squeezed out by him!" Qing Soul was surprised, and he was also very surprised.

It stands to reason that when Ji Dong first ascended to the human body, the maintenance of the soul and the body was not very stable, and the green soul could even invade the consciousness of normal people, and it was easier to take advantage of the danger of others if there was a problem. But just when Ji Dong was shouting, the whole soul entered a very excited state, and the ghost qi also rose sharply, and the consciousness could collapse at any time, and it was understandable that the green soul was ejected, but it was a little strange to directly turn into an entity and fall to the ground.

"Foreman, I can't blur anymore!" The green soul whispered nervously to the prison painting. "I just wanted to fly over with a void, but I found that there was no way."

Prison Painting stared at the soul chain in Ji Dong's hand tightly, and said, "You can try again, can you do it now." ”

The green soul tried, and disappeared in an instant.

"Foreman, it's okay. It just scared the hell out of me. The green soul appeared beside the prison painting again, patting his chest and sighing.

"It may have something to do with the soul chain in his hand. That thing has an effect on you, and you try to keep your distance from it. ”

Qing Soul nodded, looking a little nervous.

"You don't have to look for it, it's just a few people here." The prison painting wanted to be a little more euphemistic, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think of what to say, and finally he was ready to use a delaying tactic. "Why don't you go to the general's tomb and wait, when the time comes, the man will definitely appear." You have to trust your generals. ”

By implication, are you doubting the words of your leaders?

The crimson in Ji Dong's eyes hadn't faded yet, but the long hair that flew up fell back, obviously listening to this.

It seems that you still have to pinch seven inches to speak, otherwise it's all nonsense.