What the foolish brother seemed to say unintentionally made Liancheng suspicious.

He tried to recreate the scene and asked the fool, "Is the chess piece mountain dangerous?"

"Smack, that's right!"

If it's yes or no, nod or shake your head, whatever the answer is acceptable. Because the ghosts in the Hyakki Nocturnal Chart don't lie to Liancheng, after getting the answer, he can also prepare and deal with it in different directions.

But it was Brother Fool's signature snapping of his fingers and mantra, which made Liancheng unable to determine the truth for a while.

In fact, there is no need for foolish brother divination predictions.

Liancheng himself knows that the contradiction between the Tianmu faction and Liu Laosan involves too many conflicts of interest, not to mention that there are violent conflicts and mutual hatred in it, and it is basically impossible to resolve it peacefully, how can there be a bloodless Hongmen banquet?

He hadn't planned to get involved in the conflict in the cultivation world. Influenced by the story of the movie, the cultivators written by screenwriters and writers have too many mysterious and irresistible magical abilities.

Liancheng couldn't guarantee that he would survive in the chaotic metaphysical routines such as "curse", "Gu poison", and "Qimen Escape Method", so the least bad choice for him was to stay away.

But nowadays, escape and appeasement do not seem to be feasible.

Cousin Wang Xifeng's family has a reason why they must go to Chess Mountain. Whether it was a business negotiation or a smile on Xiaoyang, who has severe autism, they would not cancel the trip because of Liancheng's words, not to mention that this reason was already very unreliable.

"Flowing ......"

Liancheng's five fingers stretched, the palm of his hand was sharp, a puff of fine broken gold flashed, and the blue-gray flowing short sword condensed into an entity. Gripping the hilt of the sword, the cool touch shook his spirits.

Before he could carefully taste the crispy taste of the flowing spiritual qi, the nocturnal diagram of the hundred ghosts hanging on the wall suddenly changed!

The black mist rolled and emitted a twisted and terrible scream, like the tip of a knife rubbing against the surface of the glass, which was unbearable for ordinary people.

"Shhh

The mist gushes out in the form of thin filaments from the Hyakki Night Walking Chart!

One, two, hundred, thousand, Liancheng retreated half a step, unable to dodge, the short sword in his hand turned into a spindle in a loom, and like a prey struggling in a spider's web, tightly wound by countless black silk threads.

Not only is it entangled, but the flow of black mist is clearly visible, and it is frantically penetrating into the short sword.

"What's going on?!"

Liancheng instinctively wanted to avoid the danger and let the short sword and the black mist separate immediately, but he couldn't. The filamentous web of mist trapped him and the dagger in place, and then poured into the sword body continuously.

He almost turned his aura and used the Flowing Heart Sword Technique to split the black mist network. Uncle Copper Coin conveyed the idea of "safety" in time and signaled him not to act rashly.

Copper coins may be the "people" who will not deceive Liancheng the most.

It doesn't have as many intrigues and intrigues as human beings, and it is all driven by the instinct to eat. It wants to eat more, and Liancheng is the only thing it relies on, and only by making Liancheng stronger can it be easier to satisfy the growing appetite of copper coins.

Liancheng could almost guess that this was another ghost of copper coins. More than 500,000 yuan has been eaten cleanly, according to the convention, if it doesn't do something, I'm afraid it won't be worthy of being called Uncle Copper Coin.

The color of the short sword gradually deepened, thickening like ink that could not be dissolved, and the unprecedented light around the sword body was attracted by it, and it became darker and darker as far as it could be seen with the naked eye.

With little visible light to the limit, and the bright incandescent lights on the ceiling faint as the sun behind the clouds, Liancheng struggled to keep his eyes open, and there was barely anything left to see clearly.

Time flies very slowly.

Liancheng maintained a standing posture, staring at the sword body tightly, and when the light completely disappeared, a faint white spot of light quietly appeared. In his eyes, it was the only bright color in the darkness.

The white ink quickly smeared on the black rice paper, and the white light spread throughout the short sword in an instant at the speed of a spark.

The light was very dazzling, and Liancheng subconsciously used his hands to cover the light in front of him.

When I opened my eyes again, all the visions in the room were gone. The Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Chart hung quietly on the wall, and the copper coins were also honestly hung on their chests, nothing was damaged, and the black fog that had occupied the entire room just now could no longer be seen.

Only......

The sword in his hand changed.

When Liancheng saw it clearly, he was shocked, and even began to think about life, as if he couldn't accept the reality for a while. After thinking about it, I didn't find a suitable answer in my brain.

"What am I doing with the lamp?"

What had been a cyan Flowing Short Sword at once had now turned into a dazzling pillar of light that was now shining. The unit of measurement has also been replaced by "bar" instead of "handle" and "handle".

Lian Cheng stared, looking up and down at the strange pillar of light in his hand, he hadn't seen enough, and then he heard a "vomit" sound behind him, as if something had vomited.

Immediately turned around, and with a click, he saw a pamphlet spit out from the black mist of the Hyakki's nocturnal chart, and fell to the ground, and the surface of the cloth pamphlet was still stained with a very suspicious yellow-brown viscous liquid.

Poof, the Hundred Ghost Night Walking Diagram also coughed humanely twice, accompanied by the black mist, it spewed out more and more suspicious yellow-brown viscous liquid!

What the hell is going to vomit?!

Liancheng has a feeling of being forced to upgrade.

Last time,Or the giant hard company pressed his head and said,Your win7 is not upgraded to win10,People are going to beat your chest with a small fist! And then a window with two options pops up in the lower right corner,The left is "Upgrade now",The right is"Upgrade later。

In short, it's for you to level up!

Liancheng waved the lamp tube, and the air crackled with a burst of electric charges. He shook his head and dispersed the lamp first, and then endured his nausea and picked up the booklet that the Hyakki Night Walking Chart spit out.

The booklet reads:

"Five Years of Lying Corpses, Three Years of Becoming Ghosts: Ghost Swordsmanship Gold Medal Selected Collection (Top Secret)".

“？”

This kind of bad taste seems to be the unique style of some little beast who would rather than obey, right?

Liancheng picked up the copper coin, and he had the idea of rushing the hole. Uncle Copper Coin decisively pretended to be dead, just motionless, no matter how angry you are, you will pretend that nothing happened.

After staring at the copper coin for a while, he suddenly couldn't help but scold.

"Horse-stepping, broken!"

No wonder the fool brother would say that the chess piece mountain is dangerous. Liancheng clearly felt that less than one-tenth of the 500,000 yuan eaten by the copper coin had been digested, and at this rate, it could be completely digested after almost a week.

What big news will this uncle make after he eats enough, even Cheng really can't guess at all, and he doesn't want to guess!

He was helpless about copper coins.

I took the booklet to the bathroom and washed it, and flipped through it: "It turns out that this lamp tube and the manual are only 50,000 yuan......

The title of the first page.

"Sato, Oni Swordsmanship......"