Ning Xiaoxian, Yi Fan, and Huang Liang looked at each other and sat down on the three mats. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info sat in balance with the three white-haired old men, and then Ning Xiaoxian realized that except for the white-haired old man wearing a golden hoop in the middle, the other two were squinting, like a blind man.

"I remember the last time I saw the Hell Bounty Hunter, I was just a kid just starting to remember." The white-haired old man with a golden hoop on his head said suddenly in a hoarse and old voice.

Yifan was silent, Huang Liang didn't say anything, and Ning Xiaoxian just blinked.

"They're very powerful, a few people can almost wipe out our entire village, they're amazing... It's really powerful......" Speaking of this, the old man's voice suddenly became a little trembling, although it was not obvious, but it could still be detected if he listened carefully.

"Then they didn't do anything to you?" Huang Liang asked suddenly.

The white-haired old man was silent for a moment before he said, "It's moving." ”

"That ......"

"We resisted." The white-haired old man interrupted Huang Liang.

"The result?" Huang Liang asked again.

"We were badly injured and they fled with injuries."

The white-haired old man's words fell, and there was a sudden silence. Maybe it's the white-haired old man with a golden hoop on his head, and Uncle An and Lei Kun in the back don't dare to say anything even if they have something to say.

This time there was silence for almost a minute, and after the silence, the white-haired old man continued to speak slowly.

"Are you that sure?"

"Yes!" Huang Liang replied firmly.

The white-haired old man nodded lightly, but was silent, and after a long while, he said slowly: "You are not the first, but for thousands of years, you have never really done it." ”

Huang Liang seemed to understand the meaning of the white-haired old man's words, he suddenly turned his head, and took Ning Xiaoxian's hand next to him, and said, "Take it out." ”

"Take what?" Ning Xiaoxian was slightly stunned.

"Horcruxes." Huang Liang said.

"Horcruxes?" Ning Xiaoxian was slightly stunned, but he still did as Huang Liang did, and the strange-looking black jade soon appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Drive it." Huang Liang continued.

Ning Xiaoxian hesitated, but still according to Huang Liang's meaning, he used the power of his soul to slowly instill into the black jade, and then he saw that the originally black jade became transparent in an instant, and the colorful light quietly dispersed in it.

Seeing this scene, Uncle An and Lei Kun, who were standing behind, were slightly stunned, and the white-haired old man was distracted for a short time, and then returned to that plain appearance, but inadvertently glanced at the black jade that emitted colorful light.

"Is that okay?" Huang Liang asked suddenly.

The white-haired old man was silent, but nodded lightly.

"And what did you promise us?" Huang Liang continued to ask.

The white-haired old man was silent for a while, and then he said: "The flower on the other side, through yin and yang, are you going to hell?" ”

"Our affairs, we will handle it ourselves, we will help you solve this thousands of years of pain, you are only responsible for giving us flowers." When Huang Liang said this, he paused slightly, and then continued: "We must see the other side flower before we can help you." ”

The white-haired old man shook his head suddenly, and then said slowly: "I'm afraid this won't help you." ”

"What do you mean?" Huang Liang frowned.

"The ghost village does have a flower, but it is not in our hands."