"Meat!" Tian'er exclaimed excitedly, letting go of Reverse Changsheng, and grabbed the package in his hand. Without looking back, he ran away.

"This girl. Reverse Changsheng shook his head helplessly, but there was only a doting look in his eyes.

The ink knife followed the old man into the room.

The innkeeper followed silently behind Modao, not saying a word, like an entourage.

It's not a big house, just two rooms. From the outside, the house is in good condition, but the inside is just as dilapidated.

The furnishings were pitiful, and there was nothing in the living room except for a table and a bench.

At this time, Tian'er was sitting on a bench, eating the roast meat brought back by Reverse Changsheng. She ate so well that she even made a rattling sound.

Every time I eat a piece of meat, I put my finger in my mouth and suck it, looking like I have an endless aftertaste.

For a girl, such a meal is ugly, but she never cares about it.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you. Reverse Changsheng sat down beside Tian'er and said.

"Grandpa, have you eaten it?" Tian'er suddenly looked up and said, just the meat in his hand, but he never put it down.

"Yo, did the sun rise in the west today, our heavens actually know how to care about others. Reverse Changsheng quipped.

"I've always been concerned about my grandfather's well-being. Tian'er pouted slightly, with a small face, puffing up, and said with some complaints. After speaking, he put down the meat in his hand and turned his head.

"Angry?" asked Reverse Changsheng.

"Hmph!" Tian'er snorted angrily.

"Okay, don't be angry, grandpa is joking with you, I've already eaten it. If you don't eat it quickly, the meat will be cold. ”

"Has Grandpa really eaten it?" Tian'er asked, turning her head. Her eyes were still on the unfinished piece of roast meat.

"I've eaten it, you can eat it quickly. ”

"Hmm. Tian'er nodded and said, the angry expression on his face had long since disappeared, and he once again put all his attention on the flesh.

Looking at the grandfather and grandson who were dependent on each other in front of her, the innkeeper who had been expressionless, a trace of unnoticed sadness flashed in her eyes, and she seemed to recall something.

But that sadness only flickered and vanished.

"You have something to do with me?" Reverse Changsheng looked at the ink knife and asked.

"Do you know me? Ink Knife asked.

"Yes. Reverse Changsheng pondered for a moment and finally said. Since he knew that the ink knife was the mysterious person who killed the immortals, he didn't want to have the slightest relationship with the ink knife. But he knew that this kind of thing could not be hidden.

"I want to know about my past. Ink Knife asked.

"You have amnesia?"

"Yes. "This kind of thing, the ink knife doesn't need to hide it.

"Why?" asked Reverse Changsheng.

"It's not about you. ”

"I'm sorry. There was a hint of apology on his face, he knew that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked.

After apologizing, Reverse Changsheng talked about how he met the ink knife, as well as helping the ink knife divination, as well as reprimanding the immortal cave, and the matter of the Tibetan Immortal Tower.

After listening to this, the ink knife asked, "How did my knife break?" Where's the shard?"

"When I met you, you didn't have that knife with you. Reverse Changsheng said.

"No way. The ink knife affirmed that he would never leave the knife with him, and no one would be able to snatch it from him.

"What I say is true, and it's up to you to believe it or not. ”

The ink knife was silent, and from the old man's eyes, the ink knife could know that he was not lying. But why did his knife disappear, which made the ink knife very puzzled.

Could it be an immortal? The ink knife shook his head slightly, the immortal may break his knife, but it is impossible to snatch his knife.

Because this knife is so ordinary, so ordinary that no one will pick it up even if it is thrown on the side of the road.

In the previous reincarnation, no immortal had ever paid attention to the knife in his hand. Therefore, the ink knife can be sure that the person who snatched his knife is by no means an immortal. And if it was really an immortal who snatched his knife, how could he return it to him.

"What am I going to do in the Hidden Immortal Pagoda?" put the matter of the knife aside for the time being, and the ink knife asked again.

"This, you didn't say. However, you took out one thing from the Hidden Immortal Tower. ”

"What is it?"

"Immortal seeds. ”

The ink knife was stunned. "Immortal Seed?!"

"Yes. ”

Modao found that he had done a lot of things that he couldn't understand now.

Now, he even got an immortal seed from the Tibetan Immortal Tower.

But where is that immortal seed? Why do you have to get it? I can't think of any of these ink knives.

"Oh, by the way, when you came out of the Hidden Immortal Pagoda, there was still a person with you. ”

"Alone?"

"Yes, a burly middle-aged man. And it looks like you'll be familiar with it. ”

Modao was silent again, and there was a person beside him, and it seemed familiar. It's impossible, even if you have amnesia, Modao can know that you will never walk with people.

What happened before? At this time, Modao wants to know more and more about what he has experienced before.

"Where is he?" asked Modao.

Reverse Changsheng shook his head slightly. "I don't know, I haven't seen you again since you killed Yu Qitian. ”

"Can you tell where he is?"

"I can try, but I can't guarantee it. ”

"Good. Ink Knife said.

Reverse Changsheng stretched out his hand in front of the ink knife. "Bring it. ”

The ink knife was stunned for a moment, then took out the money from his arms and handed it to the reverse immortal.

"Money?" Reverse Changsheng hesitated, looking a little embarrassed. In the end, he took the money from the ink knife. Place it on the table, hold it down with both hands and close your eyes.

At this moment, the ink knife suddenly felt a strange power gushing out from the old man in front of him. That power is different from immortal power, and it seems more ethereal and unpredictable.

But the ink knife knew that this must not be a power that mortals could have.

Looking at the old man in front of him, there was a trace of killing intent in Modao's heart.

After a while, Reverse Changsheng opened his eyes and did not speak, but turned his head to look at the innkeeper behind Mo Dao.

There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"This money is not for the middle-aged man, and I can't figure out where he is. "Reverse Changsheng said, in order to count the whereabouts of a person, there must be something that person can use. But there are many people who have used money, which invisibly brought a lot of trouble to his divination.

But Reverse Changsheng still checked the previous owner of the money one by one, but he didn't find the man who was traveling with the ink knife.

"What's going on?"

"Yes. ”

"I don't have anything on me that he used before, and even if I had, I wouldn't remember what it was. At first, the ink knife thought that the old man in front of him was asking him for money, but now he realized that he was asking for the things used by that person.

"In that case, there's nothing I can do. Reverse Changsheng said.

At this time, Tian'er on the side suddenly interjected. "Do you have a bracelet on you?"