Flower Shadow packed her backpack and finally became happy again as usual, quietly and simply.

As for the words Duan Yitian said in the evening, she left them behind and no longer remembered them.

She sat back at her desk, inadvertently distracted.

Because, when you are quiet and alone like this, you can't help but think of those golden ancient words.

I don't know why, but I can remember so many words just by reading it once.

It's a special feeling.

It's like...... The words are engraved in the mind, clear, word for word.

"It's strange, why didn't you have such a good memory when you were a child?"

Isn't it said that the older a person gets, the worse his memory becomes?

When I was in junior high school and high school, I tried my best to memorize my homework, but I couldn't remember so much content at once.

It's a feeling of never forgetting!

Although I didn't get used to it, since so many strange things had happened, Kakage didn't think there was anything special about it now.

Perhaps, I really have the ability to remember.

Actually, it's very happy......

If you can really have such a ability.

She savored the beauty of those ancient characters, a person who loves history, and has a deep affection for ancient characters.

Next, she came up with a good idea.

"I can use memory to record those words, so that when I want to read them, I can read them. ”

Seeing with your eyes is not the same as thinking about it in your memory.

She opened the drawer, took out some blank paper, a pen, and began to transcribe it manually.

Soon, she was immersed in writing ancient characters from memory.

In the little basement......

Flower Shadow leaned intently in front of the desk, constantly writing and drawing on one piece of paper after another, very carefully.

......

After more than three hours, she transcribed more than a dozen pages, and because this font is more difficult to write, it is relatively slow to write.

These dozen or so pages of ancient words are only a small part of all the golden characters printed in Hua Ying's mind.

She stopped her pen and straightened up, ready to rest for a while before continuing to write, and if she couldn't finish it tonight, she would spread it over to each day after that, and she would always be able to transcribe it all.

Flower Shadow looked at the fonts written on the white paper, and couldn't help but become self-absorbed and admire her own handwriting.

The words of the ancient period, written out, are really beautiful!

Before you know it, it's late at night.

The hands of the clock are about to point to twelve o'clock.

......

Above the distant dark sky, black scales rolled over the clouds, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wu Yuan stood in the clouds, looking out.

His gaze pierced through the clouds, through the night fog, and fell to the center of the city, the Huangjia District, which was built on the mountain.

The Qilin Mountain in the middle of Huangjia District, in the illusion of the night mist, looks more like a huge Qilin Divine Beast, lying quietly on the earth.

"This mountain occupies all the feng shui in the world!"

Wu Yuan said such a sentence slowly.

Although the black scales are far away from the clouds, they always prick up their ears and listen carefully to all kinds of voices from all directions.

So, don't look at it playing around in the dark clouds, as if it doesn't know anything, but it's not.

Then, the voice of the black scales came.

"The mountain is a good mountain! It's the thing in this mountain, it's a bad thing! The gold and jade are ruined on the outside! No matter how good the feng shui is, it's useful!"

Wu Yuan didn't think about it and smiled indifferently.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

"The hour is near, I'll go and bring her up. ”

When he had finished speaking, he stepped down into the clouds.

......

Flower Shadow was still seriously admiring the words written on the paper, and was intoxicated.

Suddenly, a cold wind swirled in the basement, and she shivered.

But she didn't care.

In winter, it is normal for cold winds to pour in from the crack between the iron door and the ground.

However, tonight was indeed colder than usual, and the chill was biting.

She rubbed her frozen hands together and picked up the pen again, intending to continue transcribing.

Suddenly, I heard a thud behind me, like the friction of clothes dragging on the concrete floor.

Auditory hallucinations?

She put down her pen and was about to turn around to take a look, but her right shoulder felt cold, but she was clearly wearing a thick down jacket!

At the same time, I could really feel that there was a hand on my shoulder!

Could it be Wuyuan?

But that's not his way of doing things!

No!

How could Wu Yuan have thought of moving his hands and feet?

Flower Shadow was afraid, and showed a bitter smile without certainty.

The reason why I laugh is because I ask him!

"Wu Yuan, you're here, will we leave now? Tonight, can I sneak a picture of you ......?"

Can this still be considered secret?

She wanted to discuss with Wu Yuan, when she secretly filmed him, he shouldn't be angry!

I really can't lie!

If you secretly photograph him and be discovered, won't you be scolded?

Why don't you say hello first!

But before he could finish speaking, there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

The moment the sharp pain came, the depths of Hua Ying's soul immediately poured out a steady stream of green spiritual energy.

Lingyuan's qi quickly spread to every part of her body, running in the meridians and blood veins for a week, and after completely purifying Huaying's body, it quickly converged towards her right shoulder.

This spirit yuan qi is the wood spirit yuan in her body.

Mu Lingyuan quickly confronted the nameless evil that seeped in from his shoulder, sealing the lifelines of the major meridians and cutting off the path of those filthy and evil spirits.

After a sharp pain in Huaying's shoulder, it suddenly stopped getting worse, and she didn't know why, so she didn't think about anything else.

Originally, she was about to turn around to look, but this pain made her reflexively turn her head and look over her right shoulder first.

I couldn't help but be stunned......

What's on the shoulder?

What the hell?

Ghost?

She saw a thin, shriveled and pus-scarred hand grasp her shoulder very slowly, her nails digging into her down jacket.

The nails on this hand, sharp and long, were extremely dirty, full of old blood.

It's just five nails, under her nose, hard to penetrate her down jacket and dig deep into her shoulders.

Flower Shadow was stunned!

Suddenly it was creepy.

Ghost?

What the hell is coming?

It was the first thought that popped into her head.

Behind him, the sound of rustling grew louder and louder, as if someone was making some movements at an extremely slow pace.

At that moment, there was a grunting sound behind him, and it sounded like a laborious pronunciation, like the kind of tone that could barely be produced after the vocal cords had stiffened.

"Give it to me!" ......

"Give it to me!" Gollum......

"Give it to me!" grunted......

These three sentences of "give it to me" came out along with the sticky things in the throat, as if there was some sticky phlegm on the vocal cords, which sounded weird and disgusting.

Flower Shadow closed her eyes tightly and opened them again, trying to give herself the courage to turn her head and look.

However, that didn't work......

Just by looking at that hand, you can make up how ugly the monster behind it is.

Don't look around!

Woowoo......

Hanakage's heart is broken!

After reading it, there will be a psychological shadow, and I am most afraid of the four words "unforgettable for a lifetime"!

This is typical ostrich thinking.

Buried your head in the sand and thought you were safe.

Flower Shadow also knew that this was useless, and deceived herself.

But she still didn't dare to turn her head to look back.

After the owner of the withered hand said "Give it to me!" three times in a row, the sound of rustling clothes sounded again.

Kakage's heart suddenly began to beat violently, and her chest fell together, and she couldn't help but start panting.

A feeling of breathlessness in the chest rushed straight to the door of the brain.