On the vast sea level, a sea boat appeared, with the intention of coming towards the paper island, but it did not travel fast, and turned the rudder back and forth, and sometimes even circled in place.

After a long time, the ship braved the wind and waves and reached the shore of the island.

Hua Lei followed to the side, looked at the approaching flag, and said: "It's the half-moon covered earth flag, yes, it must be the villains of the pirate den, they usually make a living by robbing merchant ships and buying and selling people."

The owners of the eight pins on the island, several small boat owners, although their strength is not strong, they have the support of forces behind them and have a good magic weapon.

Nightdog Island is a small black market, and as long as you have enough money, you can buy anything. Even the noble lady on land, the group of pirates and blind people, have a way. ”

Ling Qiong glanced at him, "You're quite familiar with this pirate island." ”

Hua Lei smiled stupidly: "I'm just going to collect some unjustly killed water corpses, which is easier to control." I can't do it, even if the little lady is in high spirits, when she touches my dead man's arm, I'm afraid she will be scared and overwhelmed. ”

This is true, most of the bad omen fusions will have overt characteristics revealed, if the auspicious Dao power is strong, it is okay, and it can usually cover the weird body. Once the auspicious Dao power is insufficient, or the bad omen is overused, there will be signs of recovery, and then there will be no ghosts, which is a kind of torment.

Li He asked casually, "Your Dao balance has been broken, and it is not far from the recovery of the bad omen." ”

Hua Lei fell silent, and this was indeed the case.

His right arm was already rotten, like an old corpse soaked in water, its flesh white, soft and sinful.

In the confrontation with Fan Xi before, the opponent's sword was clearly slashed, and the attached medicine was indeed suppressed. It's not that the potion is useless, it's that its bad omen is close to recovery, and the Dao power is surging and can't be suppressed.

This time the competition of anglers, he naturally knows the danger, he is not the kind of inexperienced Xiuzhen Xiaobai, he has had the experience of fishing in the ocean before, and he is still alive. Not to mention Yijiazi's special bloody night, a nine-grade Taoist like him is just a shrimp in a fishing pond.

If it weren't for the bad omen resurgence and persecution, he wouldn't want to get involved.

Li He said: "If you can do good things, I can help you suppress the bad omen." ”

Hua Lei's face was full of shock: "The bad omen is the source method of the Great Dao, and the resurgence seems to be a stubborn disease of cultivation, how can it be solved?" ”

Ling Qiong said to him: "My family said that there is, there must be it, you stay in the prison for a day, didn't you notice that the bad omen was suppressed?" Self-imprisonment in prison also has to have that strength. ”

Hua Lei recalled that when he touched the grass array during the day, and his performance after inhaling the incense mist, he did not have a trace of restlessness. Otherwise, with his current recovery, even if he is not in a state of complete madness, he is absolutely cold and ruthless, how can he have a whimsical idea to forge a prison for himself.

Li He interrupted his recollection: "The recovery of bad signs is naturally a stubborn disease of the origin of the Great Dao, and manpower is easily and irreversible. But there are also means to temporarily suppress it, to postpone it for a longer time, so as to find a way to rebalance.

If I'm not mistaken, one of the most striking things about Wanyang fishing is the way of bad omen rebalancing. Otherwise, even if you get a new bad omen, for ordinary people, it is just looking for death. ”

At this moment, Hua Lei was convinced, and knelt down on one knee: "If the adults can solve my urgent needs, the small ones will definitely be smeared." ”

Li He nodded: "Then it depends on your performance!" ”

When the ship docked at the paper island, there was no sound on it, only endless silence and silence.

Even a Taoist priest like Hua Lei felt that there was a cold around him, and the sky was full of paper ashes, as if someone was burning paper money in the clouds.

The tide turns from turquoise blue to bright red, and the entire coastline is stained with blood, which is eerie.

At that time, the paper boat rushed into the present world, and Li He didn't know how the export was defined, whether it was just because of the spread of the blood river, or the accidental dark river, or related to Wanyang fishing.

As one of the Twelve Tribulations, the Great Yin Yang Painting Realm must be hiding a great mystery, and Li He cannot explore it for the time being.

As the strongest carrier of shredded paper painting, Ruhua has always had a trace of connection with Li He through the catalogue after it got out of control.

From the initial bond between the two to the sharing of authority, it can be said that they are in a state of symbiosis and death, even if they don't consider paper paintings, Li He can't give up on her.

At that time, he had just left the paper painting, and Li He was in an extremely bad state, so he had to send Ruhua and Li Li out of the catalogue. But before leaving, he also used the last trace of strength to seal their state, and this seal could not last long, so the first thing Li He did after establishing the paper island was to urge the paper heart to find the picture.

Now, she's back!

The red clothes are as new, the paper umbrella covers the clouds, the beauty looks like a fairy descending to earth, the ice muscle and jade bones, and the body is like a rainbow.

But if you look into her eyes, the green and crazy gaze, whoever sees it will be shocked, and even the weak-willed have been dementored and unable to control themselves.

Li He walked slowly towards the merchant ship, the deck was empty, and there were shredded papers all over the ground.

No wonder the closer you go, the induction disappears, and the paper people sent out have been torn to shreds.

The crazy will almost drowned everything, and only the last fetters remained in the heart.

Li He stretched out his hand and gently touched the picturesque head, and there was a hosta inserted between the green silk, which happened to be held by him.

The painting did not dodge, just like when Li He fused the paper figures, he cooperated like that. It used to be a last resort cooperation, but now it is trust from the bottom of my heart.

Even though I have forgotten everything and my mind is occupied by madness, I still feel a little kind.

But the madness in his eyes has nowhere to vent, like waves raging in the sea, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Li He gently pulled Ruhua into his arms and patted her head: "I know the bitterness and resentment in your heart, your father sacrificed for Kuchaling, if it weren't for his careful alertness." Wang Bian can't survive, and you don't have time to stop Tai Sui, let alone retreat calmly after that.

After Liu Wu died, there was still a corpse, but I didn't want to let that little residual sanity, disguised as a familiar person, to entertain us who were alive.

This is selfishness and the greatest disrespect to him.

I sprinkled him on Kuchaling and left him on paper to paint, just to obey his wishes. ”

The slender ten fingers tightly grasped Li He's shoulder, he didn't have a paper to paint his body, let the other party vent, the flesh and blood were a lake, and even the bones turned into powder.

Li He didn't think so, his expression did not change in the slightest, and continued to stroke her head.

"When you embark on this path, there is no turning back. Sometimes I wonder if death is where we end, and we are afraid every day, not knowing when we will come back to the bad omen.

Maybe it's a big fight, maybe it's a practice, maybe even a sleep.

Despair and doom are in the thick of it. In particular, my carrying catalogue is a guide to calamity.

To be cursed by this is to make a pact with death.

Everyone suffers, without exception.

If you can see it, move on; If your heart is broken to this point, then I will fight against everything, take back the seal, and try to make you a normal person again. ”

The catalogue is so easy to take back, it is connected to Li He's life.

In other words, if one of Ruhua and Ling Qiong died, Li He would permanently lose some of his abilities and immediately suffer a backlash.

This is just a forcible external force, if Li He takes the initiative to recover it, and he wants to save his life, it will be difficult to reach the sky. Even if Li He exhausted his soul, he might not be able to do it.

After all, when they were sealed, they had already taken away their belonging from the netherworld, and now how can they be returned?

But for the sake of Liu Wu and Picturesque, Li He is willing to make a promise.

"Ahh

The tsunami wave rose, and the ship broke the shore.

Ruhua buried her head in Li He's chest and sobbed silently.

The green pain in his eyes flowed down his neck and dripped down the sea, igniting the flames of hell.