"But no matter how easy it is, you shouldn't be here, who the hell are you? Why? ”

When Fang Mulin's words resounded in this white tent, it was strange that there was no sound for a long time, in this small space, the faint candle flame flickered, and for a while, this small space fell into a long silence. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old man in the cloth with a white beard sitting cross-legged in front of the two of them still had his eyelids lowered, and there was no movement, he was always indifferent, and naturally there would be no response, as if he had fallen asleep.

Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be about to die, and his breath was even a little weak, as time passed slowly, Fang Mulin and the others became impatient, and even the Mexican sage in her palm was about to be crushed by her, leaving only fragments floating towards the ground, which showed the extreme restraint in her heart at the moment.

Finally, she began to take a step forward, and at the same time took a step closer to the old man in front of her, obviously as if she wanted to say something to the old man in front of her again.

"You shouldn't be here."

Suddenly, an unusually old voice rang out from the tent, with a slight sigh, in an obviously very old and obscure language, echoing through the narrow space.

Ji Wuchen's pupils shrank sharply, and he hurriedly turned his gaze to the cloth-clothed old man in front of them again, but he was surprised to find that the old man still maintained his original posture, neither got up to look up at them, nor did his lips move slightly to make a sound.

But that voice has been echoing in it, and what makes people feel strange is that although the words spoken by that voice Ji Wuchen felt unexpectedly strange, he dared to guarantee that he had never heard this language, but he still understood it unexpectedly, and when he looked at Fang Mulin, he also found that there was a trace of surprise in her eyes, but she didn't panic in the slightest, and couldn't help touching her chin, a little pensive.

"You don't seem to have answered my question yet?"

Fang Mulin faced this voice, and soon regained her composure again, still speaking, and stared coldly at the old man in front of her, but the occasional flash of jealousy in her eyes showed that she was extremely vigilant at this moment, as if she was very sure that the previous voice came from the old man's mouth.

"Son, can you tell me what you just saw?"

Finally, after a while, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and raised his head, in a surprising gaze, he did not respond to Fang Mulin's question at all, but looked at Ji Wuchen softly, nodded and said.

Ji Wuchen frowned when he heard this, and finally came back to his senses from his contemplation, he looked deeply into the old man's eyes, looking at the old man's kind smile, as if he could melt the glacier, and as if there was a magical power there, with infinite mysteries, which gradually attracted him deeply.

He looked at each other, and gradually the more he looked at it, the more he felt that the other party was very amiable and cute, and felt a heartfelt warmth from him, as if his grandfather was the kind of love and care for his grandson, which made him feel very satisfied in his heart, and felt that he wanted to talk to each other if he had a stomach, so he couldn't help but just want to speak.

"Wake up!"

A sentence suddenly shouted from Fang Mulin, who was standing beside him, and resounded here, only to see that her face was very ugly at the moment, and without any words, she waved her hand to interrupt Ji Wuchen's words that were almost about to be spoken, making the words he was about to say suffocate back into his stomach, very helpless.

And at the moment when Fang Mulin shouted these words, Ji Wuchen also felt a chill coming from his palm, which pierced his mind, making him immediately shake all over, open his eyes wide, and instantly become conscious.

"Whew!"

Click!

Ji Wuchen took a few steps back, and at the same time began to exhale violently in his mouth, a trace of fear flashed in the depths of his eyes, and his back was also deeply soaked with sweat.

And when he looked at the old man in cloth who was sitting cross-legged again, a flash of horror flashed in his eyes, and the other party's originally warm smile was like the most terrifying demon in the world to him at this moment.

However, when he looked at the old man in cloth, what made his pupils shrink again was that the old man, who was obviously smiling at him, was still in his previous posture at the moment, his eyelids were still drooping, indifferent, no smile and no sound.

And when he looked at Fang Mulin next to him, he only saw the other party looking at him with a surprised gaze, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly gasped for breath and stepped backwards.

The atmosphere in the tent was not so solid and heavy at the moment, but there was a strange silence interspersed with it, Fang Mulin just stood silently, with his hands crossed behind his back, neither showing any fierce performance, nor saying anything, as if he was contemplating, all that was here was the usual calm.

If you insist on saying that it is the same, then probably only Fang Mulin is also holding a purple-red plant called Mexican sage in his hand.

It was as if everything had just happened as if it were an unreal dream, with no echoes of old and obscure language, no old man looking up at him and asking him questions, everything seemed unreal and illusory.

Thinking of this, Ji Wuchen couldn't help but feel a little confused, and suddenly a cold touch from the palm of his hand at this moment pulled him back to reality.

He raised his hand, looked at the dragon dagger in his palm in a daze, stroked the lines on it, and felt the cold touch constantly emanating from it, and in a trance, there was a feeling of unreality.

However, this feeling was quickly discarded by him, and he looked at it, thinking about what had happened that day, and could not help but have some faint speculations in his heart, and at the same time some decisions.

Crash!

At this moment, a sound woke Ji Wuchen from his contemplation, and also brought Fang Mulin on the side back to his senses.

I saw that the tall man who had just led them over lifted the curtain of the tent and appeared at the door of the tent, pointing out with his right hand.

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen and Fang Mulin also walked out of the door directly under the gaze of the tall figure.

And when Ji Wuchen was about to walk out, he suddenly turned his head to look at the old man in cloth who was still sitting cross-legged, and he seemed to have a faint feeling in his heart that he had captured something, but when he took a few steps, he couldn't think of anything, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

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When Ji Wuchen and Fang Mulin returned to their humble shack, it was already close to noon.

Ji Wuchen just wanted to sit down and rest, but he was pulled up by Fang Mulin again.

Before he could get angry, Ji Wuchen smelled a fragrant wind coming towards him, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

Immediately, however, he was not in the mood to feel the heart ape, because in the fragrant wind just now, he heard a low but categorical word.

"Overnight!"

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In the white tent, in an oppressive black candle shadow, there was a tall figure kneeling on one knee, and above him was an old man in cloth who sat cross-legged with a white beard and a pale hair.

Time passed slowly, accompanied by the swaying of the candle flame, and after a long period of depression, a vicissitudes of life and a slightly obscure sound began to slowly echo in the tent.

"Let them go!"