I looked at my fingers, a green liquid like blood, and a little bit of heat.

"What is this?"

I'm a little weird.

Green blood, what's in the center of my eyebrows?

Red-skinned fire ghost?

No way.

Ghosts are disembodied blood, and even if they bleed, it was only a conjugation of yin and evil energy, and the contamination of things would dissipate.

This green blood looks like a demon.

Demon, in the center of my eyebrows?

Could it be, Grandma Fox?

I remembered that in the past few days, only Grandma Fox nodded at my eyebrows when she was in Blackwater City.

Lao Mo, Uncle Shi, and Xiaomei all turned their heads to look at it.

And Xiaomei said very calmly:

"This is the true blood that my grandmother used to keep your spirit, and now it's invalid."

True blood?

I had seen it in the book that Master had left behind.

After the demon cultivates to a certain realm, true blood will appear in his body.

And true blood can help demons be reborn.

And this blood is measured in drops.

A drop is as valuable as getting a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum.

I was stunned, remembering when I was in the Dark Magic Palace.

Seeing that I was groggy and unable to stand steadily, Grandma Fox nodded at the center of my eyebrows.

At that time, it was a green light that didn't enter.

I always thought it was a "fox breath" that I thought was a kind of spell.

But now it seems that this is not a spell.

It's Grandma Fox, Grandma Hu San consumed a drop of her true blood and kept my spirit for two days.

Suddenly I realized this, and I just felt so moved and grateful.

Grandma Fox is willing to take out a drop of true blood to keep my spirit, how kind of kindness is this?

It stands to reason that she asked me for the favor she asked me for, and she would have repaid it a long time ago.

But I still took out a drop of real blood to save my life.

"True blood? What is True Blood? ”

Lao Mo was a little confused, obviously he didn't have the knowledge of this yet.

And Uncle Shi took a deep breath and said with some emotion:

"True blood is those big demons, who have cultivated to the peak state.

The demon source that seeps out from Neidan is extremely precious.

Every drop may need to be condensed by the big demons for hundreds of years.

Mrs. Hu San, take out such a drop to Xiao Qin to save your life and protect your spirit.

This kindness, your good life remembers! ”

Lao Mo was dumbfounded when he heard it:

"One drop, it takes a hundred years to condense and condense?"

And I nodded solemnly:

"I understand Uncle Shi.

One day, Grandma Fox needs me, and I will definitely do my best to help. ”

Xiaomei glanced at me and didn't speak.

Uncle Shi nodded slightly, and said "um" in his mouth.

Then he took the broadsword and the fire-controlling fan and continued to walk.

The second factory is still so dilapidated and dark, but it is not so eerie and terrifying compared to when it came.

After a while, we walked out of the second factory.

On the way, there were just a few of us.

Lao Mo looked at the fire-controlling fan in his uncle's hand and asked:

"Master, you can borrow the white guy's fan, why don't you invite someone else?

If they had let the people of the corpse burner cast this fan, it would have been even more powerful.

Except for the red-skinned fire ghost, it's a lot simpler. ”

Suddenly listening to Lao Mo's mouth, I was also a little curious.

Oh, yes!

The white guys are willing to borrow fans, why don't they want to come over to help?

After all, everyone is in the underworld, and what they eat is a mouthful of underworld food.

Of course, the other party is not obligated to come and help me.

It may also be that the red-skinned fire ghost is too powerful......

It's nice to be able to borrow a magic weapon.

I'm just curious, and I think so.

But Uncle Shi said:

"It's not that he didn't come, it's that the white guy is too old.

A few days ago, I just broke my leg and couldn't come.

Bai Ye also went to the field.

The rest of the disciples, no one made this fan.

I can only give me this fan.

But I don't know their tricks.

Therefore, every time the fire control fan is cast, it can only be urged by its own essence.

Therefore, there is a great consumption of itself.

Originally, tonight, they were all ready to reduce their cultivation and even lose their lives.

But who knows, Xiao Qin's sudden move has reaped miraculous results.

I've only suffered some internal injuries.

Recuperate for a few days, and it's fine.

But then again, Xiao Qin, you kid really dare to think and do it.

Take your life and the red-skinned fire ghost to gamble on a chance.

Although it is dangerous to die for a lifetime.

People scared me out.

But tonight, it did.

In the future, this method will not be used if it can be used, it is too risky.

But you kid, you do have some courage.

Anyway, your uncle, me, and your dead ghost master, at your age, definitely don't have the courage and courage.

Hahaha......"

Uncle Shi said as he mentioned how he went out during the day.

He's in a good mood right now.

I drank a little wine and talked a lot.

After listening to this, we understand the reason for the incident.

Uncle Shi spent a day, and he was also learning the basic operation of the fire control fan.

It wasn't until the evening that I rushed back.

Looking at Uncle Shiyun, he said lightly.

I was also very glad that I was only suffering a little internal injury, and I was glad that I didn't lose my life and cultivate for a big reduction.

My heart was sour, and I felt very uncomfortable.

I am not my uncle's son, but my uncle treats me like a parent.

It's really good.

For my sake, they are even ready to fold their lives and cultivate for a big reduction.

And the fact that I went to fight with the red-skinned fire ghost to gamble on the opportunity is not worth mentioning at all compared to what my uncle did for me.

I was very moved, and for a while, I choked up a little and said:

"Teacher, uncle......"

I didn't know what to say about the rest of the words, but I just looked at Uncle Shi with red eyes.

Uncle Shi saw that my eyes were a little red and his voice was a little shaky.

Holding his small wine gourd, he patted me on the shoulder again, and said with a smile:

"Xiao Qin, if you want to thank Uncle Shi.

One day, you will give your uncle and me, and get a few bottles of good wine back.

It's best to be from the Netherworld, I've heard that the wine made by those cult demons is delicious.

Your uncle and I don't have too much anyway. ”

I didn't speak, but nodded in agreement.

I kept these words in my heart......

Uncle Shi's personality is very hearty and generous.

Seeing me nodding "hahaha" smiled again.

In the dim streets, except for Uncle Shi's crisp hearty laughter.

There were only three people and one fox left, dragged into a long shadow......