I don't know if it was a few minutes later, the vision in front of me gradually began to recover, at first it was still a little blurry, vaguely saw the old prostitute sitting on the stairs opposite me, blinked a few times, the vision returned to normal. 『**Words*Love**

"My god, you kid is rushing to the rhythm of reincarnation. ”

After seeing the old prostitute, I didn't speak immediately, but touched the back of my head with my hand, and it hurt very much. When I touched my hand, I realized that there was a lot of blood at the back of my head, and I was wrapped in something like cloth, and while touching it, I recalled what happened just now, and naturally muttered to myself, "What's wrong with me?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the old prostitute immediately stood up, walked closer, clasped my shoulders with both hands, and said very nervously: "Xiao Qi, you kid can't be amnesia, right?"

"You just lost your memory, you bandaged my head?"

"My god, it's not me, who else, don't give the fuck a damn memory, if you have amnesia, who will pay back the money you owe me." ”

"Where's the little wolf?" I asked the old prostitute.

"Zhanzhao, chase that person. ”

I was just about to stand up against the wall, when I heard the old prostitute say: "Damn, don't fucking move, the cerebral artery in the back of your head has burst to stop the bleeding, and then move it, you kid really has to be reincarnated." ”

As soon as I heard the old prostitute say that my cerebral artery was broken, I immediately touched it with my hand again, thinking, this is not a fucking trivial matter, the artery is broken, it can be big or small, and in serious cases, it may lead to death due to excessive blood loss. Thinking of the excessive blood loss, I quickly looked back at the place where I fell, there was not much blood on the ground, but there were some blood stains on the wall, but it was at a height of 30 cm above the ground. "**Words*Love**" But no matter how I look, I don't understand, I was hit in the back of my head, it should have hit something on the ground, it can't be caused by hitting the wall.

Just when I was puzzled, the old prostitute said, "My day, that is not your blood, it is Zhanzhao, where is yours." After speaking, the old prostitute pointed with her hand.

I looked in the direction of the old prostitute's finger, my mother, there was so much blood, in the corner of the side wall, just at the edge of the staircase, there was a big pool of blood, it seemed that the back of my head should be on that edge.

"Xiao Qi, look at this. The old prostitute reached out and handed me a piece of paper.

As I took it, I asked, "What is it?"

"I don't know, it should have been the man who fell. ”

When I took the paper and looked at it, my heart suddenly became sore, and the pain in the back of my head was instantly oppressed by the sourness in my heart. I didn't even look at the content on the paper, I already knew who wrote it, this font is familiar to me, it is both familiar and unfamiliar, familiar because I can always see the words written in this pen eight years ago, and strange because I have never seen it in the past eight years.

Seeing this piece of paper, I am more sure of the familiar face I saw just now, the person just now must be the master, although the moment I fell to the ground just now, the face I saw was a little older, but I will never be mistaken, and the running back, others can't learn it. The master once injured a leg, and it looks normal when walking, but it is particularly obvious when running, and his body will involuntarily tilt to one side.

"Damn, what are you stunned about, can you understand the meaning of what is written on it?"

I looked closely at the words on the paper, there were not many words, a total of four sentences, less than twenty words, very concise. What is written is that there is no solution to the non-sect, yin and yang blood, flowers bloom on the other side, scattered and reunited.

I read the paper in my hand several times, and read it several times, but I still couldn't pay attention to the meaning. From this literal point of view, it is not a word spoken and written by modern people, but more like what ancient people described. If I'm not mistaken, this should have been copied from some book or something.

I looked at the old prostitute and asked, "Do you understand?"

The old prostitute shook her head at me, took the paper back, sat down on the stairs and looked at it, and muttered as she looked at it, "What is the person who wrote this book for?" ”

"You know the treasure, think about it, there are a lot of pieces in this underworld, except for the golden trees on both sides of the coffin, how can there be any treasure. ”

"What the hell, what is the guy running doing with this paper? Don't tell me he took this paper to find the girl above and talk about it. ”

I decided to tell the old prostitute about the master, and said to him: "Old prostitute, I want to tell you one thing, just now the moment I rolled down, I saw the face of that person, and the running back, that person is my master." ”

"Damn, your brain is broken, you are not amnesia now, you think about the master and think stupidly, right? If your master sees you fall like this, can you still run?"

"I don't understand why he ran, but I'm sure that person must be my master. I replied confused.

"According to you, this piece of paper was dropped by your master, what is he doing here with this paper? There's no fucking treasure here, and he's going to have to get a cursed skeleton back. The old prostitute paused, then looked at me, and then said, "My god, it shouldn't be that your master is also cursed, right?"

The old prostitute's words woke up the person in the dream, and I looked at the old prostitute and said, "I know, the master is not cursed, but is running for something, Qiu Yin." ”

The old prostitute nodded, agreeing with my statement, but after a few seconds, she shook her head and asked, "Since your master is here for Qiu Yin, why did he run away? Wouldn't it be good for him to break the curse with us and take Qiu Yin back again? And what did he bring this paper for? Is the content of the paper related to Qiu Yin? If this paper is very important, even if it falls, does he have to take it away?"

I was almost overwhelmed by the old prostitute's series of questions, and I didn't blame the old prostitute for asking too many questions, but the fact was indeed as he asked, since the master had come to get the Qiu Yin, why did he still have to run? Not only did the old prostitute not understand this, but even I had a hard time understanding it.

Just when I was very puzzled with the old prostitute, the little wolf ran back, and there were blood stains under his nose, which seemed to be caused by hitting the wall when he rolled down the stairs just now.

"Zhanzhao, why did you come back by yourself? didn't you catch up?" the old prostitute asked, looking at the little wolf.

The little wolf shook his head and didn't speak, I quickly asked, "Do you see who it is?"

"It's too fast to see. ”

Hearing this answer from the little wolf, I immediately felt that something was wrong, and he was panicking. Although the master is not an idle person, after all, he is very old, and his legs and feet are not good when he runs, and it is impossible to catch up with the master with the skills of a little wolf. Taking 10,000 steps back, even if the little wolf really didn't catch up, with his eyesight, he should be able to see that person is my master, after all, he is the "shadow" of Qiumen, how could he not recognize my master.