"What is the origin of this old man?" Jin Dashao took advantage of the old madman running towards this side, and quietly asked, "Is it reliable?" I think he's a little abnormal, don't fucking rush it, let's do it together. （）”

"Probably not." I pondered, I don't know who the old madman is, but he is locked up by Paijiao, he must be the opponent of Paijiao, and in the face of that fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, the old madman stopped and didn't kill him, what does this mean? It shows that there are still good thoughts in the nature of the old madman. This is probably the only place where I feel at ease, and my fear of old madmen has decreased a bit.

The old madman ran here, didn't care about us, and continued to run, I quickly called Maitreya and ran with the old madman. Gradually, the old madman's footsteps slowed down, and as he walked, he lowered his head in contemplation, and suddenly stopped, looked back at us, and said, "Who am I?" ”

"Old man, we don't know." Jin Dashao endured the pain, smiled all over his face, and said, "Think about it yourself?" For example, do you have anything on your body? What could you think of? ”

The old madman listened to Jin Dashao's words and groped around his body casually, but he had been trapped for so many years, and something on his body had already been searched. There was a small piece of lotus wood embedded in his chest, this kind of fetish slowed down aging, and it was not clear how old he was, and the clue was completely interrupted, and it was impossible to analyze who the old madman was.

The old madman groped for a while, completely dazed, and walked slowly ahead. When I saw that he was barefoot, and that he had no shirt on him, I told Maitreya to take spare clothes and shoes and put them on the old madman. I followed behind, and I could vaguely see the iron nail in the back of the old madman's head that showed out of his scalp, and I always felt that this nail had a lot to do with it. This man is insane, and if he can recover, it may be helpful to me. The river beach is now in chaos, and the strength of the Seven Gates is so weak, it is naturally good that someone can contain some enemies.

"I can't remember who I am" The old madman turned his head to look at me, at this moment, the solemnity and irritability on his face were gone, only deep confusion, like an old man who couldn't find a home, sad and pitiful.

"I'll find someone, help me, and see if I can make you remember." I immediately thought of Sehuatuo.

"Who!" When the old madman heard this, he grabbed my arm, the force was too great to bear, and the bones seemed to be broken: "Can anyone help me remember!" ”

"There's still a long way to go, we have to hurry" I broke out in a cold sweat, but the old madman couldn't hold back his excitement at the mention of this.

"Old man, if you pinch it again, you will pinch him to death." Jin Dashao hurriedly came over to persuade him, and the old madman slowly let go.

I just think that the old madman has good thoughts in the deepest part of his heart, but I can't fully believe it, the madman's emotions can't be controlled, and if there is any external force to attack at that time, no one can stop it. I thought about it for a while, and asked Maitreya to go first, and hurried back to inform Saihuatuo to meet somewhere else, so as to avoid harming the old ghost who was still in a coma.

The matter was thus settled, Maitreya hurried ahead of time, and I took the old madman behind. The old madman didn't go crazy all the time, most of the time he was in a daze, and two days after leaving the camp we moved to the waterway. The old madman refused to sit down, but stood in the bow of the ship facing the wind, looking at the scene of the constant speeding of the two shores, shaking his head for a moment and frowning for a while.

"What is this place?" The old madman would often ask me, and I couldn't tell me, so I went to ask the boatman. Hearing the name of the place and looking at the surrounding environment, the old madman said to himself: "This place is very familiar, I walked by, but I can't remember anything."

In this confusion, we rushed to the place where we met Saihuatuo, and Maitreya and him had already arrived. I also quietly asked about the situation of the old ghost, which was quite reassuring. I told Sehuatuo about the old madman, focusing on the nail in the back of his head. The old madman is very wary of the living, but he has some trust in me.

"This person will help you take a look, maybe it will remind you of something." I reassured him, and when the old madman heard this, he fell silent, looked at Sai Huatuo with wary eyes, and said nothing.

Sai Huatuo carefully brushed away the hair on the back of the old madman's head, the iron nail exposed that the scalp was about half an inch long, and the scalp around the iron nail was slightly bulging a bag, and the nail had been inserted for too long, as if it had grown with the body. Sai Huatuo observed for a long time, tentatively moving the nail slightly, and the old madman's body as a stone suddenly trembled, and the pain could be unbearable.

"Let him bear with it a little, I'll try, move this nail." Saihuatuo said to me, and I told the old madman in front, and the old madman nodded.

Sai Huatuo gently pinched the nail with two fingers, and pulled it out slightly, and several of us suddenly heard a faint scream like a ghost, and at the same time, the old madman seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and jumped up at once, the pain was estimated to be unbearable, and the old madman could not help himself, and ran out crookedly, hitting his head on the tree next to him. The tree, which was thicker than an arm, was suddenly snapped off from it, and at this moment, I saw a black face suddenly appear on the back of the old madman's head. The face twisted like a shadow at the back of the old madman's head, let out an itchy roar, and then disappeared.

The old madman must have been poked in the sore spot, and he rushed around like crazy, and he couldn't stop it, and several trees were broken, and it took a lot of effort until his pain was relieved, and I barely persuaded him. The old madman sat down against a big tree, his eyes closed and panting. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, hoarse voice, and said gloomily: "He wants to harm me!" I'll kill him! ”

"He's helping you!" I squatted in front of the old madman, lest he would suddenly attack and attack Saihuatuo.

There are constantly two completely different lights flickering in the eyes of the old madman, one is an evil light, which is cold, and the other is a bright light, a bright light, and the two lights are dangling, making his whole person look indistinguishable from evil. I went to ask Saihuatuo, Saihuatuo shook his head, and said, "I am a master of medical skills, and I still have hope, and this person's luck is not enough." The nail on the back of his head is certainly not an ordinary one, and I suspect that it must be a technique that cannot be solved by those who do not understand. ”

"Is there no way?"

"I can't help it." Saihuatuo smiled bitterly and said: "But there is one thing, I can see that the nail has been linked to his life, and if the nail is taken, he may slowly remember the past, but with the nail, he will not be able to live." ”

As I was talking to Sewartuo, the old madman over there suddenly had a seizure, and his backhand was crushing at the trunk of the tree behind him, his face was cloudy, and the twisted and blackened face on the back of his head was also looming. The strength of the old madman's two hands had reached a terrifying level, and the hard bark of the paper was torn piece by piece. At that moment, the muffled voice of the old madman and the faint roar of the face on the back of his head were mixed together, making people tremble to listen. I immediately told them to quit far away. The old madman trembled, clung to the tree, and it took a long time for him to calm down.

Who is this person? When the people who repatriated the sect locked him, they must have done their hands and feet, and the nail in the back of his head was to make him sometimes sober and sometimes crazy, and then there was no distinction between good and evil?

"You" I waited until he calmed down, and slowly approached him, as if approaching a tiger that could hurt people at any time: "Don't be impatient, we are all here to help you." ”

"No one can help me." The old madman's eyes were slightly red, and he looked at me and said, "Let me think for myself, think for myself"

This thought lasted for two or three hours, and no one dared to talk nonsense, and I was nervous. But the hunch in my heart was strong again, this old madman is definitely not a simple character.

"You go and do something for me." Just thinking about it, the old madman who had been silent for two or three hours suddenly spoke, and said: "I can't believe anyone else, they will harm me, only you, maybe you have some conscience, you go and do this for me." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I forgot everything, I can't remember, it's just this, it's been dangling." The old madman drew his fingers on the ground, he was not a painter, and the lines he drew were twisted and crude, but when I drew a circle, I made a careful distinction, and found that it looked like an anchor. The old madman withdrew his hand and said, "Go and make a flag, with black edges on a white background, and embroider this thing on the flag." ”

"What's the use of this thing embroidered on the flag?"

"Don't ask! Go! The old madman didn't want to talk to me, so he waved his hand irritably, and walked up and down by the big tree alone.

I don't know why he suddenly made such a flag, but he had forgotten all about the past, and only the anchor-like mark remained in his mind, indicating that it was useful. I immediately began to ask Maitreya to go to the nearest village to find someone to help. In the countryside at that time, I rarely went to the town to buy clothes, I ripped the cloth and went back to make it myself. Maitreya went back and forth for two days, and when he returned, he already carried the finished flag. We use a seven or eight meters long bamboo as a flagpole, the old madman is too short, the last two bamboos are connected together, the flag with white background and black edge is erected high, fluttering in the wind, and the huge anchor mark in the middle of the flag appears and disappears with the undulating flag.

"Tell them to go! You stay! "The old madman has always been uneasy about Sai Huatuo and Jin Dashao, and they are very repulsed, I can't help it, so I told them to hide nearby first.

Then the old madman and I carried the banner for thirty miles, climbed to the top of a small hill, and raised it. In this way, it became clear to me that the old madman could only think of the mark of the anchor, and he wanted to use this mark to lure people who might know the details.

"As soon as this flag is out, someone will come." The old madman looked up at the banner and said, "Only when we catch them can we find out who I am." ”

These words and actions of the old madman made me even more curious, and I was very concerned about his identity. Who is he? When this big flag appears, who will be lured over?