The short old man's words made my heart tremble.

Are you sure that you are who you really are?

It was like a muffled thunderbolt that exploded directly on my head.

Huge fragmented memories flooded back into my mind, and the portrait in my hand changed slightly, and I seemed to say something to me.

Behind me in the portrait, in the hazy black fog, many figures swayed, and bursts of noisy voices resounded in my head.

"He's no longer our master, will you wake up?"

"He has abandoned us and is no longer the co-master of the Eighteen Prisons......"

"If one day he is reincarnated, I must ask him personally, has he ever regretted it? For the sake of that woman, I left and betrayed us......"

"Wait for him, wait for him to return, even if it goes through several reincarnations, I will wait......"

"Sinners ...... in the Eighteen Prisons"

……

My mind was chaotic, and I could feel the complex emotions of anger, unwillingness, grievance, longing and other vague people in the portrait, and an inexplicable emotion welled up in my heart, and tears couldn't help but flow out.

At this moment, the imprint on my back was hot, and the imprint on my face seemed to have some sense, and the hot power traveled in my body, quickly calming down and suppressing the inexplicable emotion in my heart.

"Peng~"

The portrait in my hand was directly enveloped in black flames, and instantly turned to ashes.

When I came to my senses, I had some heart palpitations.

Careless!

The hunchbacked old man had also used a picture scroll to make me inexplicably enter the space in the painting with the old monk, and that thing seemed to have the same effect as the portrait drawn by the old heavenly master himself, if it weren't for the hot power transmitted by the face mark on my back, maybe I would have been completely immersed in that portrait at this time.

Damn, dare to yin me?

A cold glint flashed in my eyes as I looked at the short old man.

The old beggar had already made a move on the little old man, and while the little old man was wrestling with the old beggar, he was still looking at me, and seemed a little nervous.

When he saw that I had come to his senses so quickly, the little old man's face showed obvious disappointment, and the look in his eyes that looked at me became very complicated.

"Alas......"

The short old man let out a long sigh, sealed with one hand, and stepped out, and the golden illusory runes spread out from under his feet, frantically rushing towards the old beggar.

Those illusory golden runes were like chains, quickly wrapping around the old beggar's ankles and spreading quickly towards his whole body.

The old beggar roared angrily, and burst out with a strong violent aura, striking at the golden rune chains that lingered on his body.

And at this time, the short old man had already withdrawn, and his figure flickered and was ready to flee from here.

Swish!

The skinning knife was thrown out by my shaking hand, and the streamer turned into a streamer and stabbed at the back of the short old man.

The short old man did not turn back to resist, nor did he dodge, as if he did not notice the approach of the skinning knife.

And just when the skinning knife was still a foot away from the back of the short old man's heart, several talismans with yellow flames burst out from various directions in the distance, and directly hit the skinning knife.

"Fluffy ......"

The talismans exploded, enveloping the skinner, preventing the skinner's breath.

In just this breath, the short old man's side has disappeared.

I can't believe this old thing's nonsense, I just said that he was the only one who came with us, so what's going on now? There are clearly masters of the Dao Gate hidden around, but they didn't do anything to us, which makes me inevitably a little disappointed, otherwise maybe I can catch a few to ask about the situation!

After the skinning knife returned, the old beggar also broke the golden illusory rune that bound him, and in a rage, he was about to chase after the little old man in the direction where he had fled.

"Stop chasing, that old guy is already running away!" I said softly dissuasion.

The old beggar said angrily: "Why didn't you kill just now? You should be able to stop him! ”

Indeed, if I had killed him just now, that short old guy would never have escaped so easily, even if there were masters of the Dao Sect around him to help him.

However, I didn't do that!

It's not that I'm soft-hearted, but that I have a very strange and complicated feeling in my heart that makes me hesitate.

The old heavenly master of Longhu Mountain seems to know a lot about the things in my past and present lives, and I have a very strong premonition, as if I also have some relationship with Longhu Mountain.

"Don't worry, wait until tonight, and then settle accounts with that old guy!"

I said in a deep voice: "Let's go back to Panyang Street first, if the drunkard is really killed and suppressed by those guys in Maoshan or sent directly to the Yin Division, it will be a bit troublesome!" ”