"Dare to ask what the little brother is called?" the old man asked, sitting opposite the ink knife.

"Ink knife. ”

"Sharpening knives, what a weird name. The girl interjected suddenly.

The old man glared at the girl, and then said to Mo Dao: "My granddaughter is spoiled by me, don't mind Little Brother Mo." ”

"No, it won't. ”

"Little Lao'er is against Changsheng, if Brother Mo doesn't mind, you can call me Uncle. ”

"Good. The ink knife replied.

After a short silence, the reverse immortal seemed to realize that Modao didn't like to speak, and took out a blank piece of paper from his arms and put it on the table.

Although the paper was white, it was slightly yellowed and looked wrinkled. But when such a blank piece of paper was taken out, the ink knife suddenly felt that the world was trembling, and a breathing aura faintly emanated from the white paper.

"Qiankun paper!" exclaimed the girl.

"Shut up!" Reverse Changsheng let out a scolding voice, as if he was worried that the girl would say something that she shouldn't say. Then he said to the ink knife: "Brother Mo, please drop a drop of blood on this paper." The anti-immortal expression suddenly became serious, and his voice became low.

The tip of the sword slashed, and a drop of blood dripped from the fingertip of the ink knife and landed on the white paper.

It didn't make a shocking move, and like any other blank paper, the blood of the ink knife was gradually devoured and disappeared.

At this time, I saw that there was not a trace of blood on the white paper, but instead there was a drop of ink. After the ink appeared, Reverse Changsheng held his breath and stared nervously.

Suddenly, the drop of ink moved, as if someone was dragging it with a pen, and one stroke at a time, leaving a word 'ask' on the white paper.

"Hiss......" The reverse immortal was a little surprised. At the beginning, he watched the ink knife surrounded by miasma, whether it was the past or the future, it was all nothing. It's the first time I've seen such a person.

He has been practicing divination for a long time, and he has never seen such a person. For a while, the reverse immortal became interested, and this was the reason for the ink knife divination.

However, I looked at the question on the blank paper. Reverse Changsheng frowned slightly. It's just because it's one of the most difficult words to understand.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult......" Reverse Changsheng said three difficult words in a row.

"Grandpa......" the girl looked worried.

"Brother Mo will wait for a while, and after taking me to read the characters, he will interpret the words for you. Reverse Changsheng looked serious and said in a deep voice.

"Good. The ink knife replied lightly. As for the results of the divination, the ink knife didn't care, the ink knife only cared about how to find what the city lord of the abandoned heavenly city wanted.

"Grandpa......" The girl's worried voice came again.

"Don't worry, grandpa will be fine. Reverse Changsheng comforted. As he spoke, he closed his eyes and performed his fugue technique.

In a trance, Reverse Changsheng felt that he was in the middle of the water. When I opened my eyes, I saw a blood-red patch.

There are thousands of bones and a sea of blood. And he himself is in the midst of this sea of blood. Looking at the bones floating in the water, Reverse Changsheng only felt that a gust of cold wind was coming from behind, making him tremble.

He even wanted to vomit because the sight was too cruel, but he finally held back.

Reverse Changsheng slowly swam forward along the sea of blood, and when he encountered the bones, he tried to bypass them, but he couldn't get around, so he dived into the water.

I don't know how long it has been, and the reverse immortal has been exhausted, but he has never seen the end of this sea of blood. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly fell under his feet and fell.

It was an abyss, like the jaws of a desolate beast. There is a chilling and cold atmosphere. And the sea of blood disappeared the moment the reverse immortal fell.

It was pitch black, it was pitch black everywhere, only the whistling wind swept in his ears, and in a trance, Reverse Changsheng heard thousands of unjust souls crying in his ears. They are crying, crying about their misfortunes, and they are cursing, cursing their enemies.

Listening to the cry of the unjust soul, Reverse Changsheng only felt upset and had a splitting headache. He covered his ears desperately, but he didn't use anything. It seemed that the cry had been imprinted in his heart.

Finally, after a long time, the cry disappeared.

Reverse Immortal was still in the void, but at this time, he found that he was not falling, but floating into the air.

Because he saw the sky.

A glimmer of light shone on Reverse Changsheng's face, and the light was very warm, so warm that Reverse Changsheng closed his eyes slightly to enjoy it.

For the first time, Reverse Changsheng felt that light was so precious for the first time.

Suddenly, just as the anti-immortal was enjoying the warmth of the light, a soft sound came from the sky. Suddenly, I saw chains as thick as tree trunks appear out of thin air.

The chains weaved through the clouds, as if trying to lock the clouds and lock the day. There are many chains, not to mention tens of thousands. But in the end, it was in vain. No one can lock the clouds, and no one can lock the sky. Even if there will be night, the 'sky' will always hover over our heads.

"Get out!" suddenly a voice came, the voice was low, but it went straight to people's hearts. It was like a heavy hammer hitting the reverse Changsheng.

He opened his eyes violently, and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a puff.

"Grandpa!" the girl exclaimed, and came to the front of the reverse immortal, holding him up. "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine......" The anti-immortal voice was weak, and there was still a trace of fear in his eyes. For Reverse Changsheng, the last voice was too shocking, and in the face of that voice, Reverse Changsheng couldn't even have the slightest idea of resisting.

"Take it. After a long time, Reverse Changsheng stabilized his mind and said. It's just that his voice is still weak.

"Give. The girl handed the white paper to the reverse immortal.

By this time, the question on the blank piece of paper had long since disappeared, and was replaced by sixteen words.

Born by the sword, died by the sword. The body of the world, the soul of the world.

Looking at these sixteen words, Reverse Changsheng frowned. It's just because this is the first time he can't understand what he is explaining.

Handing the paper to the ink knife, Reverse Changsheng said with some guilt: "This is the hexagram I have for you, but I can't understand it." ”

The ink knife took the blank paper and looked at the words on it. Reverse Changsheng doesn't understand, but the ink knife does.

Modao didn't expect that Reverse Changsheng would be able to calculate the hexagram to such a situation, and write about his past and future lives.

It's just that these mean nothing to the ink knife, and the ink knife never believes in fate. It's not that Modao wants to control his own destiny. But his life was already sealed.

Modao never thought of changing his life against the sky, never thought about it.

"What I promised you, I will do. "Raise your head and look at the sky. The ink knife clenched his hands and shouted in his heart.

Handing the white paper back to the Reverse Changsheng, the ink knife asked, "How can I participate in the Treasure Hunting Conference?" ”

"Can't you see that my grandfather is hurt!" the girl yelled.

Reverse Changsheng waved his hand, indicating that the girl was fine, and then said to the ink knife, "Actually, I should say sorry first." ”