Zhang Wei was shocked in his heart, and then gathered all his thoughts to prevent him from falling into the other party's way again. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, a man in a golden yellow robe slowly sat up in the coffin, with a long white braid on his head, and his long hair swayed as he sat up with the sparse beard around the corner of his mouth.

A nanny car slowly drove outside the castle at this time, and Jer's face was tired and he stepped out of the car, and the men in black immediately surrounded him when they saw that it was their boss.

At this time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the castle, but there seemed to be a mysterious thing outside the castle, and the field of sunlight was only hazy.

'Huh' Suddenly a strong wind blew, and the sky above the ancient castle was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the black-clothed people standing beside Jer suddenly looked a little flustered, after all, they had also heard of the mystery of this ancient castle, and they were a little flustered when they encountered this situation.

The old man who led a few people into the castle saw the vision in the sky, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble, and tears flashed in his eyes. "Listen to his voice is a little shrill and harsh.

I saw that a column with the thickness of an arm appeared in the center of the dark clouds in the sky, and then slowly descended towards the top of the castle like a spinning top, which seemed to be slow but was actually very fast, and after approaching the castle, it wrapped the entire castle along the four walls of the castle, and then there was a scene like a dragon absorbing water. However, the dragon absorbs water from the bottom to the top, and the dark clouds outside the castle are from the top to the bottom.

Jer looked at this strange scene in the sky, his eyes suddenly froze, and his palms were tightly squeezed together, and soon the dark clouds in the sky disappeared, and returned to the previous clear weather, as if the strange vision had never appeared at all.

In the tomb, Zhang Wei's eyes widened, and he saw that the old man who appeared in the coffin was no different from ordinary people, but his skin was slightly whiter, and at this time, his hands were hanging down and his head was suspended in mid-air, and the black mist from time to time entered the seven orifices. Zhang Wei knew that he had to do something, and if he let the other party devour it, it would be his own death.

"For my righteous path, the mighty spirit lasts forever, and the order will be killed!" Zhang Wei jumped into the air and jumped towards the old man who was in the air.

"Bang!" With a bang, the other party was still suspended in mid-air and did not move, while Zhang Wei was shocked and retreated.

"Wei'er! In the future, if you meet someone who can't be beaten, you must remember to find their weaknesses, remember a sentence, there are weaknesses in powerful people! At this time, Zhang Wei remembered what the old man had said to him.

Zhang Wei looked around the old man in golden clothes suspended in mid-air, and he couldn't see any weakness around the old man's body at all. In desperation, he jumped up to the roof, ready to take a look from above. But the top of the old man's head was obscured by gray hair, and he still couldn't see anything.

One turned over and pointed two fingers at the old man's head, but there was still no progress, and Zhang Wei had no choice but to stand there and wait for the other party to slowly devour.

Soon the last trace of black mist entered the old man's ears, spit out a trace of black mist from his mouth, slowly opened his haggard and somewhat confused eyes, and paused slightly when he saw Zhang Wei standing in front of him, and then said slowly; "You're a clansman?"

"It's not!" Zhang Wei shook his head and said, feeling a little strange in his heart what kind of existence the other party was, and he still had a clear consciousness.

"If it's not my race, its heart can be punished!" After listening to Zhang Wei's words, the old man scolded loudly.

At the same time, his fingers raised and pointed towards Zhang Wei, and the tips of his fingers suddenly spurted towards Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei's eyes flashed, and then his two fingers were sidelined, and one of his feet moved, attacking the old man hanging in the air, he knew that his attack might be very small to the old man, but he still did not stop, and attacked the old man.

At the same time as the black mist passing by, those black mist seemed to have spirituality and rolled back towards Zhang Wei.

"Bang!" With a bang, Zhang Wei's figure retreated again and again, while the old man's suspended body only shook.

"Yay!" The old man obviously didn't expect Zhang Wei to be able to cause harm to himself, and his fingers lightly gestured in the air, only to see that the black mist was entwined around under his control.

Zhang Wei looked at the black mist that surrounded him, rolled on the ground and bypassed the encirclement of the black mist, and then approached the old man and pointed down continuously on the old man's body with two fingers, but still did not cause any damage to the other party.

The helpless Zhang Wei stepped aside, and at this time he almost lost confidence in his invincible forbidden technique.

At this time, Zhang Wei stood behind the old man, but he didn't see the old man turn around, his hands kept swinging, allowing the black mist to go around behind him to attack Zhang Wei.

Looking at the old man who didn't turn around, an idea suddenly popped up in Zhang Wei's heart; 'Could it be that this old man can't move, so he can only rely on the coffin? He stared at the coffin, but found that there was nothing strange about the coffin, it was still golden, as if it were made of gold.

At this time, the sky outside has become dark, the neon lights of Paris in the distance are bright into the night, the Beaune River is still flowing violently, from time to time some fish jump out of the water to play in the water, occasionally one or two boats passing by are also rushing, from the eyes of those fishermen it is not difficult to see the fear of the castle. The fear of the castle may be the experience of a contemporary person, or it may be an example of an ancestral experience.

At this time, on the silent river, a man in a cloak and a hat stood firmly on the bow of the boat, no matter how rapid the current was, the bow of the boat was still raised high, his feet were still standing firmly on the bow of the boat, and even the splashed water droplets slipped down on the boat three centimeters away from him.

The ship scurried past the castle, and the man standing at the bow had a look of longing in his eyes, and then he flew away from the ship. At the moment when he was about to fall into the water, he tapped lightly on the surface of the water, and then made another vertical leap, and after a few back and forth, he appeared on the small boat that stayed at the water's edge, and the boatman who rowed by did not seem to realize that the person on the boat was no longer there, but sped directly downstream, or the person on the boat had already disappeared from the ship, or the boatman did not know that there was a passer-by on his boat.

The man in the cloak stood on the rocking boat, looked at the river with a rustic movement, and his eyes flashed in one direction, and then he jumped into the cold river, only to splash a wave on the river, and then the wave quickly returned to calm, and after a long time did not see the man in the robe. (To be continued.) )