Chapter 11: The Ghost Lock
"Yes, Uncle Zhao, come in and sit. ”
Qin Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and while welcoming Zhao Zhijing into the grass shed, he thought to himself, the other party shouldn't see any clues from the letter, right?
The two of them sat down in the grass hut, neither of them took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward.
Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he said, "Virtuous nephew, you live in such a cold place, and no one usually comes?"
Qin Nan didn't doubt him, and said straightly: "No, I'm the only one here, oh, and it." ”
Qin Nan pointed to the mountain fox on the ground, which startled Zhao Zhijing.
Zhao Zhijing nodded and said, "Oh, since that's the case, then you should die, you actually used a fake letter to deceive the old man, fortunately, Brother Qin Tai had a plan, otherwise he would have been teased by you." ”
Zhao Zhijing stood up abruptly and tore his face, he didn't realize that the letter was fake, but that Qin Tai had already calculated.
The reason why he wanted to ask if anyone had come to see Qin Nan these days was because he was afraid that Qin Nan had made some friends or something, and it would be the most difficult to solve it.
The little mountain fox screamed desperately on the ground, and opened its teeth and claws to this Zhao Zhijing, obviously it expected the crisis, but it couldn't speak.
Qin Nan stood up slowly, just now he didn't see the little mountain fox's warning, and lured the wolf into the room.
Now that this Zhao steward is blocking the door, it is impossible for him to run out if he wants to.
Before Qin Nan could think of a way, Steward Zhao had already punched him, and this punch was very powerful, enough to shatter Qin Nan's head.
It can be seen that this Zhao Steward is at least a martial arts master, and he can release the martial spirit.
Qin Nan kicked over the wall of the grass shed, and rushed out at the critical moment, and the grass shed immediately collapsed and became a ruin.
"Good boy, there are two hits. ”
Steward Zhao jumped out of the collapsed grass shed, lifted the straw on his head, and sneered at Qin Nan.
Qin Nan retreated step by step, knowing that he couldn't resist Zhao Guan Shi, he was by no means this person's opponent.
"Master, let him come close, I can deal with him. ”
Qin Nan received a wisp of thought, it was a slave from the immortal lock, and he could hear that he was very hungry and thirsty, and he had already smelled the qi and blood on Steward Zhao's body.
I saw that after Steward Zhao finished speaking, he immediately slashed it with a palm.
Qin Nan's eyebrows jumped twice, he remained silent, pretending to be ready to resist, and when Steward Zhao's palm approached, he suddenly pushed it up with his chest.
"Huh, what's going on?"
Steward Zhao realized that something was wrong, and Qin Nan took the initiative to stick it on his chest, which was not a good thing at first glance.
At this moment, he felt that the blood and qi in his body were being drained away like flowing water.
At the same time, he felt as if he was facing a terrifying hell, as deep as the ocean, filled with endless poisonous fire, and countless unjust ghosts, and anyone who saw it could not help but tremble.
"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's really delicious and delicious, it's been a long time since I've encountered such fresh meat"
In the immortal lock, the cry of joy of the slave was heard, and it seemed that he was already hungry and thirsty.
"Smack. ”
Qin Nan only felt a flash of blood in front of him, and when he looked at it, it turned out to be the Zhao steward, with his left hand and palm as a knife, Qi Gen cut off his arm.
Immediately, Steward Zhao jumped out ten meters away, covered his wounds, looked shocked, and said in shock: "If it weren't for the old man's cultivation of the Buddhist Martial Arts Scripture, wake himself up at the critical moment, I'm afraid that there will be no chance to live today, good boy, you are vicious enough, you wait, the old man will definitely come back to you." ”
He is also a person who makes quick decisions, and sacrifices an arm ruthlessly in order to survive.
As he spoke, Steward Zhao's body rose and fell a few times, jumped into a tuft of grass and disappeared.
Qin Nan knew that it was powerful, and hurriedly chased after him, if he let this person escape, then he would not have a stable life.
Qin Nan followed the bloodstains and chased them for seven or eight miles, but unfortunately, the bloodstains were suddenly gone, and the steward named Zhao Zhijing simply fled.
Although Steward Zhao did not die, he had a broken arm, and he could not recover it in ten days and half a month, and even if he recovered, his strength would be greatly reduced, so thinking about it, Qin Nan was finally a little relieved.
Regretfully returning to his residence, Qin Nan disposed of the bloodstains and threw Steward Zhao's severed arm out to feed the wild dogs.
Then, he worked alone to prop up the completely collapsed straw hut, where he can now live alone.
After doing this qiē, it was already night, and Qin Nan suddenly received the idea of a slave and asked him to cater to communication.
The slave also suffered from the plot, it was Qin Nan's mother, Princess Yinsha, who sealed it into the immortal lock with her last breath, and parasitized it on Qin Nan in the name of a relic to make him who he is today.
And now, the strength of the slave is long gone, although it has also recovered in recent days, but it can only unilaterally transmit its thoughts to Qin Nan, but Qin Nan's thoughts cannot be transmitted, unless Qin Nan's soul is out of the body and responds to him here.
This can also be explained by the fact that they are not in a parallel world at all, but two completely different worlds, and the immortal lock acts as a medium between these two worlds.
Or, it can also be said that Qin Nan's cultivation is too low and he is not qualified to touch that world.
Qin Nan lay on the bed and gradually fell asleep, he found that feeling again, fell from a high place, and suddenly, his soul left his body.
Now, the perception has increased countless times, and the thoughts coming from inside the immortal lock are much clearer than from outside.
The soul is very afraid of the sun, because the sunlight comes from the true fire of the sun, just like the demon mirror of Taishang Laojun, which has a restraining effect on the soul.
Where there is sunlight, the soul looks white all around, like a blind man, and there will be a burning sensation, and after a long time, the soul will scatter by itself, which is equivalent to death.
As long as the soul does not bask in the sun, it is day and night, even in the dark night, it can see the surrounding scenery clearly, and even the slightest sound can be captured and heard.
Even, Qin Nan can see other people's souls, hanging above their heads, some people have strong souls, they are normal people, healthy people.
As for the sick person, the more severe the illness, the more relaxed the soul will become, and it may leave the body at any time, in that case, once the soul leaves, it is impossible to come back, unless it is summoned using secret arts.
Even the little fox on the ground, Qin Nan could see her soul.
That's right, it's a woman, a little girl, who is lying on the ground obediently at this time, looking at Qin Nan with two black eyes.
She was not afraid of Qin Nan's soul state, but felt that it was normal, the only thing in this grass shed that scared her was Qin Nan's immortal lock.
"Master, it's all my fault, if I had 1/10,000 of the ability back then, there would be 10,000 ways to kill him, and I wouldn't let him escape, and I wouldn't have his rampant share?"
The servant was indignant, and he also understood that Steward Zhao was injured and fled, which was a deep curse, and the other party would come back to take revenge.
"Don't overthink about this, since it has happened, it is useless to blame yourself, it is better to think about how to deal with him. ”
Qin Nan said a fact, since the matter has happened, it is useless to blame, and finding a way to remedy it is the king.
"That's exactly what I'm worried about, and I'm going to help you improve your cultivation. ”
In the lock of immortality, the thoughts of slaves came.