I was thinking about a lot of things, the black and white cyclone in my body was running slowly, and the cyan coffin lid revealed a gap, emitting a faint black and white mist, which was constantly absorbed by my black and white cyclone.

I have a hunch that when the black and white cyclone in my body increases to a certain extent, there will inevitably be some unpredictable changes, which I can't stop.

The night sky was full of stars, and I looked up at the sky and muttered, "I hope everything goes well, and I hope my parents are all safe......

Putting aside distractions, I closed my eyes and recuperated my mind.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a twinkle in my eyes and looked at the thatched hut.

The night was like water, and there was a dead silence all around, except for the slight whistling of the mountain wind.

I sensed that something was wrong, and at that moment, the cyan coffin inside me suddenly trembled, and although it was very faint, it was still caught by me.

And the culprit that caused the cyan coffin in my body to tremble just now was the thatched house!

However, now I can't feel it, and the sensation just now is like an illusion.

Is it really my delusion?

At the moment when I had a slight doubt in my heart, my heart suddenly trembled, as if my body was reminding me instinctively, and I turned my head to look no longer at the thatched hut, but at the top of the big tree where I was.

Under the shroud of starlight, a figure appeared on the top of the tree, the figure was as light as nothing, stepping on the leaves at the top of the tree, without the slightest breath revealed, a pair of eyes looked down at me indifferently.

At this time, I only felt a chill rising from my back and rushing to the back of my head, and my scalp was a little numb.

It was a tall old man, dressed in a simple gray robe, I saw him clearly, but I couldn't sense his presence, there was no breath, no vitality, no yin qi or anything, like an illusory figure projected from another time and space.

However, my intuition told me that this gray-robed old man really existed.

I can't sense his presence because his strength is far beyond my perceptual power?

The most important thing is that the gray-robed old man's head is also stuck with a rusty short sword, the blood-stained short sword pierced the temples on both sides of the old man, and the moment the blood flows and drips, the blood will turn into a blood mist and melt into his body, repeatedly.

Is this a living or a dead person?

Why isn't there the slightest hint of yang and yin coming out?

The strange appearance of the gray-robed old man made me wary of Dasheng at this time, staring at him deadly, not daring to make the slightest movement.

After a full moment of incense, the figure of the gray-robed old man disappeared from my field of vision in an instant, and I couldn't sense the presence of his breath, and I didn't know where he went, or even if he left here, and I still didn't dare to be careless in my heart.

The second half of the night flickered by, and the next morning, the Nine Elders hurried over here.

"Uncle Shi, his old man, nothing happened last night, right?"

The Nine Elders' expressions were anxious, and they looked at the thatched hut, wanting to knock on the door, but they seemed to have some scruples.

I frowned, and said in a deep voice what happened last night, obviously sensing the change in the Nine Elder's expression, and his breathing was also a little heavier at this time.

I wanted to wait for the Nine Elders to tell me about the strange gray-robed old man, but the Nine Elders didn't say a word, as if the existence of the gray-robed old man was related to some secret of the Ancient Sword Sect.

He hurried over here early in the morning, it must have been something happening in the Ancient Sword Sect, and the Nine Elders were worried that something would happen to the Crazy Elder, so he hurried over.

Could it be that he was worried that the gray-robed old man would be detrimental to the crazy old man?

At this moment, the door of the thatched hut opened, and the clumsy figure of the crazy old man appeared in front of us, still ignoring our existence as he did yesterday, and swaying towards the vegetable field with a hoe.

After seeing this scene, the Nine Elders breathed a long sigh of relief, as if they had let go of something.

(End of chapter)