It's the crow, it's coming.

Hundreds of meters away, Luoyang could also see it clearly, and although his supersensory perception was vague, he still captured the energy fluctuations of spiritual energy.

It is also spiritual energy, but it is the attribute of darkness and evil, that is, evil spirits.

The three-eyed crow in the eye of the feather blade is also an evil spirit, and it has also sensed it, and it has opened its eyes at this moment, and its essence and demonic light are shining.

However, in terms of ability, the three-eyed crow at this stage is not as strong as the other party, so that there is a trace of fear in the eyes on the back of the phone.

Luo Yang said indifferently: "Feather Blade, don't be afraid, your master is an ancestral witch, and that evil spirit is not worth mentioning."

Feather Blade blinked, in response.

The crow perched at the entrance of the scenic spot, on the ticket-selling prefabricated house.

The prefabricated room was lit up, and then the door opened, and an old man stepped out of the door and walked this way.

The raven flew down from the roof and stood on the old man's shoulder.

Luoyang became more and more sure that the so-called crow keeper was actually an evil spirit, but he was not sure what the nature of the evil spirit was. Witchcraft are powerful enough to breed evil spirits, as exemplified by Rogie's bronze knife, which gave birth to the Three-Eyed Raven Feather Blade. But if a person is evil and powerful enough, his spirit will become evil after death.

The old man's steps were not hurried or slow, judging from his speed, he was afraid that he would have to walk more than a quarter of an hour at a distance of 500 meters.

The other party was not in a hurry, and Luoyang was not in a hurry, but he used the power of super sense to lock on to the old man and the crow.

He came an hour in advance to observe and analyze the reason why the crow keeper had agreed to meet here, but he had no clue until now.

"Feather Blade, turn on the camera function to record the whole process." Luoyang gave the first order.

Feather Blade blinked.

After more than ten minutes, the old man and the crow finally came.

When the other party was twenty or thirty meters away from him, Luo Yang said loudly: "Stop! Don't come back again."

The old man sneered, and continued to go, not taking Luoyang's warning seriously at all.

Luoyang shrugged his shoulders: "Okay, I'll treat you as presbyopia, and you need to get closer to see it."

I can only find such a staircase to go down.

The old man stopped a few meters away, just a very ordinary old man, with dry skin, a wrinkled face, and a mouthful of old cigarette teeth in his cracked lips.

Such an old man, Luoyang can beat ten with one hand, but the problem is that if he injures or even kills this old man, he will really be in trouble.

As soon as the other party came, he was given a passive situation, and this game was not easy to break.

"You're punctual enough." The old man spoke, his voice hoarse and a little sinister.

"Of course I had to show a little sincerity when you asked me to meet, so I arrived here an hour early." Luoyang spoke kindly, "Look, we don't have to make a situation where you live and die, let's say, how can we talk?"

The old man said gloomily: "I gave you a chance last time, I asked you to give me the witch ruins, but you gave me a fake, and now I am still willing to give you another chance, give me the witch ruins, and I will give you a way to live."

A smile appeared at the corner of Luoyang's mouth: "I'm really sorry for what happened last time, I didn't see the situation clearly, your appeal is actually very reasonable, I have seriously thought about it in the past few days, and I think that it is more important to give you the witch ruins, but I must also have one or two small requests here, do you see if there are any problems on your side?"

This posture has been lowered enough.

"Tell me about it." The old man said.

The crow, standing on the old man's shoulder, looked at the Eye of the Feather Blade with a pair of eyes as black as ink, and the Eye of the Feather Blade looked at it too.

People wrestle with each other, crows confront crows.

Luo Yang smiled: "My first request is a question, I have never been able to figure out what kind of organization the Ancient Society is, if it is convenient for you, just talk to me, I will ask you."

I promise, I'll forget what I've heard, and I'll never tell it to a third person."

"Hahaha......" the old man laughed strangely.

Luoyang laughed with him.

"It's a pity, it's a pity,"

"Huh?" Luoyang asked, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that you are an ancestral witch, otherwise, with your ability and talent, the door of the Ancient Society will be opened for you."

"Why can't the Ancestral Witch join?" Luoyang explores the tunnel.

"Can you put fire and water together?" The old man asked rhetorically.

Luo Yang smiled: "So, you said that you let me live, but you are actually teasing me, right?"

The old man did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

Luoyang said calmly: "Even if you want to kill me, let me die to understand, okay? You see, the real witch ruins are on my body, and you are not in a hurry to say a few words to me at this time, right?"

He simply pulled the red rope around his neck out of his neckline, and the witch ruins were revealed.

What is sincerity?

This is the sincerity of gold.

The crow on the old man's shoulder stared at the witch ruins hanging on Luoyang's chest, his eyes greedy.

Luoyang glanced at the crow with a smile, such a look, Pan Jinlian's eyes were also like this when she looked at Ximen Qing from the window of her house.

Come on, be happy!

The old man looked at the witch ruins, took a deep breath to suppress the urge to do it immediately, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if I talk to you. The ancient society is one of the three ancestors of China, the god of the main soldier Chi You was created, and it has been passed down from generation to generation until today. We have witnessed the rise and fall of countless dynasties, the great rivers have been exhausted of heroes, and the ancient will live forever."

Luoyang's heart was awe-inspiring: "It's really powerful to hear you say this, but I don't understand, why can a character like Liu Youshui join the Ancient Society? In my opinion, he is just a businessman with a little money."

"The ancient society is divided into two parts, one is the Holy Spirit Temple, and the other is the Jiuli tribe, the former is like me, the person is dead, but the spirit is still there. The latter are tribes, people of the present generation, chiefs, elders, tribal warriors, hunters, merchants, farmers, and human slaves."

"Liu Youshui should be considered a businessman, right?" Luoyang guessed.

The old man said disdainfully, "I don't dare to take interest in that man, he is nothing more than an ant in my eyes."

"So, the Luo Juexing who *** fell, he is a warrior of the Jiuli tribe?"

"He is."

"So, you are the witch of the Holy Spirit Temple, last time you told me about the No. 4 pit of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, you weren't kidding, you are really from the Qin Dynasty?"

The old man said, "The old man is heavy, and the old Qin people are also, Bai Qi and the old man have eight friendships. When Qin was destroyed, I also died, and I deliberately had my bones buried in the No. 4 pit of the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, which was clean and a treasure of feng shui, and it could be regarded as a little bit of the light of Yingzheng's kid."

Luoyang was stunned when he heard it.

What Ji recounts, should he treat it as a true history, or listen to it as a story?