After the young man stopped drinking, the blind man's body crackled seventy-seven and forty-nine times.

At the end, a pair of human skins were torn apart, and the shell was not neat, only to see a line drawn out of the back, and as soon as the line mouth opened, a behemoth was drilled out—

The whole body is scorched black, thousands of hands and feet, the top is twisted, and the red flutter comes out, it is actually a red-headed centipede!

This centipede appeared in essence, and the old Gu Shou was so frightened that he almost lost his incontinence, and with a strange scream, he hid directly behind the young man.

The young man's eyebrows were solemn, and he faced the enemy with his hands, so that he could seal the technique at any time.

The red-headed centipede was harmed by the sulfur, and its fit was weak, and it did not dare to stay for a long time, so it swept its tail and slapped out the two tabletops under it.

Seeing that the centipede was about to escape, he jumped up in a hurry, grabbed the tail end of the centipede, pulled it back, and slapped the three-zhang long insect body to the ground.

The centipede was in pain, and before he could lift his body, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and when he looked back, it was the young man who broke a sword and penetrated his lower body.

Before a scream could come out of his throat, his body was already scorched into dust, only a red head remained, twisted a few times, and spit out a purple-black Neidan, which was scattered together.

Shaoxia flew forward, grabbed the inner pill in his hand, and said happily: "I got another one!"

At this time, someone asked, "Little brother, what are you going to do when you accept this Neidan?"

Turning around, Lao Gu Shou was shrinking in the counter, shaking up and down, unable to exhale.

So he turned around and looked at the man in the north, who was still lying on his stomach, snoring together.

The young man was surprised and asked, "Are you talking to me?"

As soon as the words fell, I saw the drunk man struggling to get up, wiped his eyes with his hand, and replied in a daze: "It's me." ”

Shaoxia smiled, put away the Dan in his hand, walked back to his table, filled a cup, and said, "I want to join Mingtang!"

As he spoke, he craned his neck and drank the wine. Before he put down the cup, he saw that the drunk man was already sitting beside him, staring at him with solemn eyes and said, "So, collect the inner pill so that you can prove your kung fu to Na Mingtang?"

The young man was shocked, and said verbally: "Yes, yes••••••"

"Who promised?"

"Naturally, it is Yang Yu Yang Zhenren of the Mingtang Recruiting Office. Three years ago, I didn't pass the exam, so I went to find him. He promised me that when I had collected all the thirty-six Essence Inner Pills, he would admit me to the entrance. ”

The drunk listened, nodded, and did not answer. Shaoxia picked up the cup, grinned, and said, "It's already thirty-five, only one is missing!"

Just as he was having fun, he listened to the drunk man over there and said, "It's a pity." ”

The young man was puzzled, put down the lamp, and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's a good seedling. Pity. ”

"Do you mean me?"

"Otherwise, there is a third person?"

Shaoxia Deng Shilang smiled: "It's a pity - it's fast! Soon, I can also become a member of the Ming Hall!"

The drunk shook his head: "No, that's not what I'm talking about. ”

"••••••So what are you talking about?"

At this time, the drunk man sighed, and suddenly made a move, and a yellow shadow flickered, hitting the young man's face. The young man was surprised, so he wanted to dodge, but he was early, and he looked at it calmly, only to realize that it was a spell with a red pen and yellow paper.

"Y-what are you doing!"

"Ghost town. ”

"Ghosts?—— where are ghosts!"

The drunk burped and said lazily, "Isn't that just—you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a squeak, and the door of the tavern opened, and the sound of the rain became louder. Turning his head to look, in the wet and rainy night, there was a person standing at the door, wearing a hat in green clothes, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The young man shouted, "You—who are you—"

The hat-bearer did not answer, but walked into the house step by step. Walking very slowly, the rain on his body fell drop by drop, clicking, listening to the young man's ears, it seemed to become a cone, one by one on his heart.

Close, face-to-face. However, there were no words. After a while, I heard the drunk man say, "It's a coincidence—you've run into an old stall today." ”

The young man did not squeak. He trembled, his eyes hooked, staring straight at the man in front of him.

He heard the man say, "Let's go—"

"Where—" he asked writhingly.

"Go where you need to go. I'll find someone to give you an excess. ”

"Super, super?—— do you mean, I'm dead••••••"

"Or else?" said the hatholder, "see for yourself, what has changed to you after being suppressed by the spell." ”

Shaoxia slowly lowered his head. He saw one of his own hands—rotten, maggot-infested hands.

"Ahh

The hateman flicked his sleeves, released a finger, and pointed at the center of the young man's eyebrows.

After cultivating Xuan for many years, he immediately knew that this person was locking his three souls and seven souls, so as not to be too frightened and his soul would fly.

"Am I really dead••••••

"Yes. ”

"When will it ••••••"

"I don't know. Maybe you died while collecting a certain spirit's Inner Dan. ”

"•••••• me, I can't die. I haven't, I haven't joined Mingtang yet••••••"

The hat man sighed deeply and said, "That's it—it's a blessing in this life, and wait for the next life." As he spoke, the cuffs were covered on his head, and a white light came out, and the young man was immediately covered.

With this hand, the hat-bearer dusted off his clothes and turned around.

Lao Gu Shou collapsed behind the counter early, and he must have fainted without saying a word.

The drunkard was still lying there, drinking the rest of the young man's wine, cup by cup.

Hats: "Don't you want to leave?"

When the drunk heard about it, he nodded and responded, "It's almost there." It's just one cup away. As he spoke, he drank the last cup in his hand—" and finished it for him. ”

The hat-taker didn't say anything, and as soon as he turned around, he was about to pull out his feet and leave.

"Hey—" said the drunkard, "after all, he is a man of heart, and he has survived until now with your words." Sell a little love, and when you are excessive, you will serve a snack. ”

didn't look back, just said coldly: "It's a heart." But alas, it was used incorrectly. ”

The drunk didn't answer. In the blink of an eye, the hat-bearer had disappeared into the rainy night.

The rain is still falling. Just one sentence, in the sound of the rain—

"Now Mingtang is not worth his heart!"