Chapter 12: The Tiger

A phantom soldier stood on the empty stone square, solemn, majestic, indescribably lonely. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bu Yunfeng didn't hesitate, stepping on the checkered stone slab, and quickly rushed towards the only remaining figure.

"Whew!"

When Bu Yunfeng came to the figure, he was already out of breath.

This phantom was no different from the other phantom soldiers he had seen just now, the same armor, the same illusory face, but it was not a heavy shield or long hair, but a long sword.

The long sword was held upside down by the phantom, the tip of the sword was facing the ground, and the fine pattern was carved on the hilt, and with the silver armor and gold helmet, it was like a whole.

Bu Yunfeng bent down with his hands and looked at the phantom carefully, he had a strange feeling, this phantom soldier seemed to be very different from other phantoms, but what was the difference, he couldn't say clearly.

And at this moment, the phantom suddenly made a "snort" sound, and a trace of fluorescence emanated from the phantom's body.

Bu Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, could it be that this most phantom soldier could not be spared?

"Snort!"

As the fluorescence increased, the sound of the fire became more and more dense, and in the blink of an eye, the entire phantom had been buried by the fluorescence.

Wrong!

Bu Yunfeng, who came back to his senses, seemed to have noticed that something was wrong, when the other phantom soldiers appeared in this situation, they didn't have so much fluorescence, and this situation would only last for three breaths at most, and the last phantom soldier in front of him had lasted for ten breaths!

Well?

Bu Yunfeng suddenly noticed that within this dense fluorescence, there seemed to be a figure that was still illusory.

He hasn't died yet!

Bu Yunfeng's spirit perked up.

Snort!

As the sound of the burning fire decreased, the figure began to become clearer and clearer, the shining armor, the beautiful armor patterns, reflected in Bu Yunfeng's eyes, and sure enough, it was right!

When the last bit of fluorescence dissipated in the air, Bu Yunfeng looked at the illusory figure in front of him, stunned.

A silver-white figure shining with dazzling light appeared in front of him, this figure was exactly the same as the lonely phantom before, the same silver armor and gold helmet, the same standard long sword, and even the pattern on the armor was exactly the same, but it was more exquisite than before.

And the face of the figure in front of him is not blurred, an uncle's face with a sighing scumbag appears under the helmet, at this moment the uncle is slowly opening his eyes, and after glancing at the surrounding scene in a little confusion, he turned his gaze to Bu Yunfeng.

"You... Who are you?" Bu Yunfeng unconsciously took two steps back under the soldier's uncle's deep eyes, and asked blankly.

When he saw the other party's starry eyes, he had a feeling that he was being seen through all over his body.

"Tiger. The vicissitudes of life and the hoarse voice came from the half-empty and half-real body.

Bu Yunfeng's eyes widened suddenly, a little incredulous: "You... You can actually hear me!"

"Yes. Uncle Soldier's answer was still very succinct.

Bu Yunfeng began to be a little excited, since he could understand what he was saying, wouldn't it show that the army that disappeared in front of him just now really existed?

Moreover, this uncle didn't seem to have any hostility towards him, Bu Yunfeng swallowed his saliva, although everything that happened today was completely beyond his imagination.

He scratched his head, stared at the uncle's half-virtual body, and asked curiously, "You're not human, are you?"

"It's not. Uncle Soldier seemed to have gotten used to answering.

"Then what are you?" Bu Yunfeng's curiosity was even heavier.

"The soul. The other person spat out two words again.

"Soul?" "What is that? Could it be related to the soul?" Bu Yunfeng suddenly thought of the saying that people in their previous lives would go out of their bodies after they died.

"Are you dead?" he suddenly noticed that Uncle Soldier's feet were not on the ground, but floating in the air.

"The guilty shall die. Tiger's tone was serious and concise.

"Guilty person?" Bu Yunfeng was stunned for a moment, could it be that he was also because of ...... He suddenly remembered what happened to him in his previous life, according to his grandfather's practice, their step family can be regarded as a guilty person, kidnapping the prime minister, even if he is not guilty, it is an admission of guilt.

He sighed, shook his head, looked around, and changed the subject: "Uncle Tiger, what is this place?" ”

"The Jar of Sins. After the tiger finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became confused, as if he was thinking about something.

"It's that broken jar? it's called the Jar of Sins? no wonder it makes me feel that way. After knowing what kind of place this was, Bu Yunfeng was much more relieved.

"Then, how do we get out of this place?" Since there is nothing else here, Bu Yunfeng feels that leaving this place, of course, he has to take this tiger with him, since this guy has stayed in this army, it proves that he must be extraordinary.

"The body is gone, the soul is gone, its sins have been atoned for, the soul is gone, and the can is broken and free. Tiger's timeless tone sounded a little weird.

"The cans are broken and free..."Bu Yunfeng muttered to himself, repeating the sentence.

Click.

There was a violent breaking sound suddenly from under his feet, and he was deafening, Bu Yunfeng's expression froze, and when he looked down, he saw a huge crack appear from the tiger's feet, spreading to the surroundings at an alarming speed.

Before he could react, there were more and more cracks, and in the blink of an eye, the stone grid at the foot of Buyun Peak was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks, which was shocking.

Bu Yunfeng's face changed drastically.

At the same time, a great attraction appeared from underfoot, and the dust left behind by the soldiers as they dissipated was sucked into the cracks.

Suddenly, a strong arm picked up Bu Yunfeng, but it was the tiger who grabbed him and suspended him in mid-air.

Wow!

The square under his feet shattered as if it had been hit by a bombshell.

Rumble!

Bu Yunfeng's mind was like a hundred rotations, the sky was spinning, and countless scenes appeared in front of his eyes, forming a bizarre whirlpool.

When Bu Yunfeng opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had already become his bedroom.

Is this a dream?

Patting his head, which was still a little dizzy, he said to himself.

"What is this place?" a hoarse voice came from behind him.

Bu Yunfeng's body suddenly froze in place.

He mechanically lowered his head, only to see that the broken jar that was still in his arms had been shattered into powder!

After a moment, he turned his neck, which was already slightly stiff, and looked behind him, and a tiger with a vicissitudes of life floated behind him.

The corners of Bu Yunfeng's eyes twitched unconsciously, and he licked his dry lips: "That... Not a dream?"