Zhou An looked at the scene in front of him with complicated eyes, he never judged a person's quality by identity, even if it was evil, Zhou An would not easily make up his mind.

is like Li Buwei in the neck pendant between Zhang Chuxue's neck, although he has been a murderous soul for more than 50 years, he has never harmed anyone, and he can't help himself when he is trapped in the old mansion, just like Xiao Jiu now, they can't choose their fate at all.

Suddenly, in this vast black land, a breeze blew and rolled up a lot of ashes, making it impossible to open your eyes.

The breeze seemed to be saying goodbye to Uncle Tu and Xiao Jiu, and when the breeze dissipated, Uncle Tu and Xiao Jiu's bodies were already lying on the ground, and their palms were tightly clasped together.

"Uncle Tu......

Zhou An called softly, he hadn't told Uncle Tu his true identity yet.

Uncle Tu, who was lying on the ground, opened his eyes slightly, now he is dying, even if there is no poison on the corpse puppet, Uncle Tu can't last long, his mind is broken, even if the Da Luo Immortal comes, he can't save him.

"Uncle Tu, I'm ......"

Seeing Uncle Tu open his eyes, Zhou An hurriedly wanted to tell him his true identity, but saw Uncle Tu slowly shaking his head.

"My lord, it was a great pity that I could not worship under your door back then."

"It's just that now when I see adults, I have long lost the feeling of confidence I had back then, I don't know what happened to adults, I just hope that adults can have no regrets in this life."

Zhou An looked at Uncle Tu in a daze, he had really guessed his identity.

"I have never accepted disciples in my life, even the little Luzi of the year, I have never really worshiped my disciples."

"Today, I accepted you as my first disciple in this life, but you regret your life......

Before Zhou An could finish the last word, Uncle Tu had closed his eyes peacefully, and there was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

There are no regrets in life, and you die well.

Squatting in front of Uncle Tu's corpse, Zhou An was silent for a long time, he didn't know that there was a talented young man who wanted to worship under his door, and in order to fight the decisive battle with that organization, it could not be said that he had exhausted his mind, but it was almost there.

What's more, there were Lu Qianqiu and others beside him at that time, no matter how dazzling this young man was, he might not be able to enter his sight.

Maybe life is like this, regrets will be more beautiful, and in retrospect, it can be sweet with a hint of bitterness.

"Zhou An, Uncle Tu has no regrets, you don't have to mind."

Zhang Chuxue gently patted Zhou An's shoulder, she was afraid that Zhou An would take Uncle Tu's regret as his fault.

It's just that Zhou An didn't say anything, and the three of them worked together to bury Uncle Tu and Xiao Jiu in the previous tomb, and buried the two together.

After doing this, Zhou An sighed lightly, put the treasure gourd behind his back, and patted the trick on the place where the gourd mouth was leaking, and now he can only use this method to temporarily maintain the closure of the treasure gourd, so that the function of the treasure gourd can reach the strongest.

When you have the opportunity in the future, you must find a way to find some natural treasures to repair this treasure gourd.

From the very beginning, Zhang Chuxue saw this super big gourd, stretched out his finger and gently flicked it on the treasure gourd, and the treasure gourd actually twisted and twisted on its own, which made Zhang Chuxue and Sun Xiang even more curious.

"Zhou An, what is the origin of this gourd, why is it so like the kind of spiritual thing you said?"