Wan Xiuwen's self-healing ability is indeed ridiculously strong, but under Ling Bai's torture, he gradually became a little depressed, and his face, which was originally full of thick collagen, showed several deep wrinkles at this time.

He's getting old!

Wan Xiuwen also noticed the deterioration of his body's functions, but he had no choice, who called the life gate to be pinched in his hand?

Of course, he can choose not to repair his wounds, but what awaits him is real death.

It is undoubtedly cost-effective to exchange physical functions and longevity for a way to survive.

Ling Bai used the Zhu umbrella to penetrate and lift Wan Xiuwen, went all the way down to the periphery of the old building, left him in the co-pilot, got into the car and started the car, and went to the position where the owner of the embroidery door was shrunk.

He didn't call Qi Pengbo, nor did he call Lao Zhang, this matter had to be killed by him alone to be interesting.

The undead blood raven, when he heard the name, knew he had to go. The veins were boiling, and it was a strong desire to possess it, prompting him to go immediately.

According to the clues provided by Wan Xiuwen, the owner of the door was alone in the countryside and fields, farming for a living.

Compared with his Wan Xiuwen, this is simply a good example of hard work and indifference to fame and fortune, I don't know how this surnamed Wan likes to mix in the entertainment industry.

It can only be said that everyone's pursuit is different, like him, isn't he also passionate just to make money?

There is really no cure for a poor disease.

Nanyu Village, 20 kilometers away from the urban area, the mountain road is winding, it is very difficult to walk, the dirt road can only accommodate one car to walk, it is unlucky to meet the opposite car and have to find a way to find a place to let the car, one to go and two times, a lot of time delayed.

By the time we arrived at Nanyu Village, it was already close to nine o'clock in the evening.

In the countryside, the street lights are not visible, only a few fireflies shuttle through the rice fields, and the sound of frogs is very pleasant to listen to.

"The owner of the door, Wu Ergou, a local, did not leave after awakening and inheriting, inheriting the ancestral industry, dividing farmland into three points, planting rice for a living, and living an extremely tight life. Wan Xiuwen regained some strength, and when he saw the bitter cold here, he sighed.

"You're so rich and don't know how to honor him?" Ling Bai glanced at him.

"The master of the door didn't let him, he said that even if the farmer awakened the inheritance, he was still a farmer. The people regard food as the sky, and planting rice is close to the Tao, so he would rather look for the slim immortal path in this bitter cold land. ”

Ling Bai was secretly frightened when he heard this, if it was really like what Wan Xiuwen said, this person was not like a person who did evil, he dispelled a little bit of the idea of killing, but he didn't leave, but wanted to get to know and make friends, to see if he was really so indifferent to fame and fortune.

"Let's go. ”

Ling Bai asked Wan Xiuwen to lead the way in front, and he was secretly on guard in the back, in case Wan Xiuwen had evil intentions, and Wu Ergou, who had never met, secretly attacked him. But anyone who awakens the inheritance is not a vulgar person, this person can calm down and work hard, and he is the elite hero among the inheritors.

Walking along a country road that only allowed one person to walk for hundreds of meters, a low mud-walled house appeared in front of the col in front of me, with yellow lights on in front of the house, and two jujube trees in a small clearing.

"This is it. Wan Xiuwen pointed to the front and led the way.

Ling Bai restrained his breath and adjusted his state to the best, and just took a step forward, but he felt that the world was spinning and the scene suddenly changed.

"Oops, it's still a good idea. ”

He cursed in his heart, but when he opened his eyes, it was already blue and white, and he was in a small mountain village.

"Sect master, the disciple didn't want to disturb, he was all forced to come by the monk. ”

At this time, inside the farmhouse. Wan Xiuwen fell to his knees trembling and said to a figure who was peeling garlic.

The man raised his head, his face was dark, his appearance was ordinary, only a pair of eyes were clear and dazzling, he said 'um' and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten it. Wan Xiuwen was actually hungry and had his chest on his back, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. He looked at Wu Ergou's appearance, as if he was going to cook for him personally, how could he afford it, what if this was a severed head meal?

Therefore, you can't eat indiscriminately, it will kill people.

Wu Ergou put down the garlic in his hand, rolled up his trouser legs, and stood up, not knowing what he was thinking.

Through the dim light, you can see that there is an ink-colored tattoo of a landscape painting on his neck, the blue sun hangs high above, and hundreds of ghosts wander in the village, which is incomparably beautiful.

"What about the monk?" Wan Xiuwen asked in a trembling voice as he thought of Ling Bai, who had suddenly disappeared.

"In embroidery, if we can come out, we will have a common topic. ”

Wu Ergou smiled innocently, glanced at Wan Xiuwen who was kneeling on the ground, asked him to get up, and asked, "Are you causing trouble outside?"

Wan Xiuwen was embarrassed, so he had to tell the matter one by one.

It turned out that he studied under Wu Ergou, and after learning the kung fu of embroidery into the soul, he taught a few disciples the rough embroidery kung fu, but he didn't expect that this secret technique was gradually carried forward. The qualifications of those people are not very good, and the embroidered tattoos can only exert less than one thousandth of the power.

Still, they can get under the wall and do things that go to the edge of the law to make a profit. And Wan Xiuwen behind the scenes, in addition to accepting the filial piety of all disciples, with the method passed down by Wu Ergou, he specializes in serving those powerful people, and he is very popular.

"Three thousand avenues, choose one to the end, this is the path you chose, and I can't interfere more. Now that you have a serious loss of energy, I'm afraid you don't have many years to live."

Wan Xiuwen's heart trembled, and he hurriedly crawled to the feet of Wu Ergou, and said with a sad face: "Master save me, you only accepted me as a disciple, can you bear to watch me die?"

"I don't want to cut off the inheritance because I accept you as an apprentice," Wu Ergou continued to peel garlic, looking at each other very seriously. "Birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation and death, no one can escape the fate. ”

"No, it won't. ”

Wan Xiuwen frowned, emotional.

But no matter how much he pleaded, Wu Ergou was indifferent.

"Let's go back. ”

Wu Ergou drooped his eyelids, like an old farmer who had seen the vicissitudes of the world, drooping old and lifeless.

Wan Xiuwen left the earthen house in despair.

He is grateful to Wu Ergou, but now, he is only dissatisfied and resentful.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death, reincarnation and death. Bah, as long as you find the turtle soul, you will definitely be able to prolong your life. Hehe, if you don't want to save me, then I'll save myself, and one day you will regret it. ”

In the dim light, Wu Ergou was still peeling garlic.

With a sigh,

He looked up helplessly.

"The pain of backlash will be felt one day. ”

As he spoke, a dense pattern of tattoos of different colors appeared on his skin, those tattoos that were hideous or terrifying, covering all things in the world, some flashed with scarlet light, some were pitch black, and they couldn't be seen as real, as if they were dead and silent.