I suddenly remembered Zhu Gui's secret recipe for breaking evil spirits, and I didn't know if I could extinguish this weird fire, but whether it worked or not, I would try it first.

With that in mind, I raised my hand and pointed the bottle of the stinky liquid at the fire in front of me. Gently pressed the switch, a stream of black water instantly spewed out from the mouth of the bottle, when sprayed onto the fire, only to hear an extremely strange scream, and then the flame went out, a yellow shadow, like a wisp of green smoke, fluttering upward, slowly faded, disappeared.

Seeing this scene, I don't know if it was a success or a failure, although the flame was extinguished, but the yellow skin inside was gone, maybe it was just a soul, and it was liberated when it flew away.

Hu San observed the movements around him, and did not stop me, and then did the same, and I extinguished the remaining four fires one by one.

When it was done, there was no need to stay here any longer, Hu San waved his hand to the side and said, "Let's go, here." ”

The road on the right is where the funeral procession has just walked, and when you look inside, you can only see a few lights flickering, but there is no half of a figure.

Although it was dim, Hu San's eyesight was not covered, and our actions just now should not have been discovered by others, but we were just about to step into that road, when we suddenly heard someone behind us shouting in a low voice: "Stop." ”

This really startled me, and I hurriedly looked back, only to see a young man with a rather stocky figure, a slightly dark face, wearing a gray cloth robe, a bun on his head, and holding a seemingly very shabby iron sword standing in front of him.

This person's appearance is not annoying, there is no treacherous appearance, and at first glance he is a person who practices martial arts with a full body. But. He was dressed like an ancient man. Just look at the villagers who came and went. and the weird funeral procession, although it is also dressed in ancient costumes. But after all, it was far away, and when I looked at it so closely at this moment, the feeling was quite shocking.

Of course, I know that with the current makeup technology, it is completely possible to confuse the real with the fake, that is to say, the person in front of me may also be a modern person, just carefully dressed up, but I am a senior ancient. Judging from the aura brought out by this young man, as well as the tone between his words, it is very likely that he is a real ancient, at least as we guessed before, this place is isolated from the world.

Hu San and I looked at him stunned, and the black-faced young man suddenly smiled slightly, and arched his hand: "Don't misunderstand, you two, I am not hostile, look at your dress." Presumably from out of town, right? ”

Seeing him ask, we didn't answer immediately, and after a pause, Hu San asked rhetorically, "Then may I ask." Who are you? ”

"I am a person from the Ming Dynasty, and I have come here all the way to punish demons." The black-faced boy said lightly.

As soon as I heard this. I was just a stumbling man, and I almost fell headlong. "What? Are you from the Ming Dynasty? ”

I can't describe how I feel at the moment, I just feel like the world is spinning. The brain is buzzing, and if he's not joking, then either he's crazy, or I'm crazy, or everybody is crazy.

Hu San was much calmer than me, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't be joking, don't tell me that you are from time travel?" ”

The black-faced young man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Crossing?" What do you mean? ”

I took a deep breath, no matter what, I asked clearly before I said, "You, are you really from the Ming Dynasty?" So how did you get here? ”

"Oh, that's right," the black-faced boy explained, "I studied under Hu Daxian, and the method of shapeshifting taught by his old man can go anywhere he wants, and although there are not many people who know this kind of kung fu, almost everyone knows it, why, haven't you heard of it?" ”

"What? Hu Tai Sin? Hu San asked in astonishment.

Don't say it's him, I was shocked when I heard the three words Hu Daxian, the master has been missing for some days, and we have no clue to find him, he has died several times, and almost lost his life, and now this black boy in front of him who is not good-looking actually said that his master is also called Hu Daxian, how can it be so coincidental, is it the same name and surname?

Thinking about what he just said, he can go wherever he wants, it's really unheard of, and there is still such a skill in the world? Able to traverse any space at will? Wouldn't that be a god?

I firmly do not believe that there is such a supernatural power in the world, even if my own resurrection is a strange of the strange, but compared to the method of transformation just mentioned, it is simply not worth mentioning.

The black-faced boy was puzzled when he saw us so surprised and asked, "What's wrong?" Any questions? ”

"What does your master look like?" Hu San asked.

"Huh?" The black-faced young man was very surprised, but he didn't hesitate, and suddenly took out a piece of yellow cloth from his arms, handed it to us, and said, "This is painted by the master himself." ”

Hu San took it and shone it with a flashlight, and when I saw it, it was a monk with a fairy wind bone, standing on the roof of a dilapidated house, looking at the sky with his head slightly raised.

The characters in the picture are not big, but the facial features are quite clear, this person is very thin, just now I didn't look at it coldly, there are indeed some fairy bones, but if you look at his face carefully, I feel that this person has a treacherous appearance, not like a good person.

I gasped, although the person in the painting does not look much like the master, but the feeling revealed is somewhat similar, he can't be the portrait of the master when he was young, right?

recalled what Zhu Gui said, "Hu Daxian may not be a person, maybe he is a monster." "Well, he also corrected that Hu Daxian could also be an immortal. However, from Zhu Gui's words, I always felt that he thought Hu Daxian was a monster.

Hu San's hand holding the painting at this time had begun to tremble, and the faint flashlight shook with it, and I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"This is Master." Hu San spit out these four words in a low voice.

"Huh?"

Although I was prepared, I still couldn't accept Hu San's affirmation.

If the person on the painting is really Hu Daxian, then things are too unbelievable, which may confirm Zhu Gui's words, Master, he is not a human at all, as for whether it is an immortal or a demon, there is no way to verify it for the time being.

In fact, speaking from the heart, I really hope that the master is not human, if it is a god, then it is even better, think about being a disciple of the god, this is what many people dream of, even if it is a demon, it doesn't matter, look at the appearance of the master, it is a demon is also a very great monster, with great magical powers, and immortality. Well, to be exact, it should be immortality, because the master is already old.

When the black-faced young man heard Hu Disan's words, he was also stunned, and he was stunned for a long time before asking, "What, you are also my master's apprentice?" ”

Hu San looked at the painting for a long time, and then raised his head slightly and asked, "Master—where is he now?" (To be continued.) )