After school, Old Master Meng once again took Han Ling to his priceless cottage.

Han Ling looked at his back and thought silently-

Some people are like that, and although you see him on the street as just an ordinary person, in reality the amount of his wealth can bring tons of harm to a middle class like you. The richest people don't look rich, and the poorest people don't look poor, because you can't see these two kinds of people at all......

Old Master Meng didn't speak, and Han Ling couldn't guess what this sometimes strange-looking old man was thinking. But at least for now, for the time being, this old master seems to be quite oriented towards himself.

The setting sun stretched the figures of the two very long, hanging diagonally in the center of the fall.

The master suddenly turned his head and said indifferently, "Look into my eyes." ”

Han Ling immediately covered his eyes: "No, I don't look." ”

Master: "......"

The old master did not give up, and reprimanded: "If you are told to look at it, you will watch, otherwise you will go back." ”

Han Ling couldn't, so he had to look him in the eye.

His pupils suddenly changed from normal black to a thick inky black, but in these eyes as deep as the canopy, they were full of starlight, as if they had been precipitated for thousands of years.

Through his eyes, Han Ling couldn't see himself, and could only see a starry sky in a trance. In the past, he liked to lie on the bed and look at the mysterious star map of this world, and always felt that there was a cold and powerful secret hidden inside.

At this moment, he seemed to see something called a rule, but only for a moment.

After a moment, there was a cracking pain in the back of his head, and as soon as his eyes went black, he fainted.

Old Master Meng was stunned for a moment, a little anxious appeared on his wrinkled face, and he muttered, "How come......?"

Han Ling had been asleep in the dark for an unknown amount of time, when he suddenly felt someone patting his cheek, and heard an old voice calling softly, "Han Ling, Han Ling, wake up!"

He blinked vigorously a few times, slowly helped himself up, and said blankly, "I'm ...... Master!?What happened to me?"

The master said secretly in his heart, "Don't you remember this kid?"

However, Han Ling's next sentence was: "Master, your hypnotism is already very good, and you have successfully made me see my heart." Han Ling said that he couldn't afford to offend the old sect master of the Meng family, but he couldn't help it. Anyone who is swept away by this strange thing will go crazy, okay?

Old Master Meng only felt that his heart was congested, so he had to laugh dryly: "What did you see?"

Han Ling was silent for a while, and said slowly: "My journey is the sea of stars?"

Master: "......"

The old man was already stuck in a heart jam and couldn't extricate himself, so he found an ancient book from the bookshelf that looked very shabby and handed it to Han Ling.

"I looked at the sixth. Break a page and a high-grade spirit stone. ”

Han Ling flipped through it casually, and dozens of pages fell out in an uproar.

The master gasped, caught them all with his feet, and said angrily, "Who told you that ancient books can be turned like that!"

Han Ling said that he was really sorry, and asked cautiously: "That's how my father turned it, and besides, the student has never seen a high-grade spirit stone." ”

“...... Isn't your father a skilled caster?"

But he only took a lot of money. The basement of the house is full of big money. ”

Master: "......"

Han Ling guessed from his expression that the master probably had a good impression of his father in the morning, but now he couldn't tell.

Old Master Meng slowed down, and suddenly thought of an important question: "Do you have ancient books at home?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

This was obviously a lover of books, and the master said eagerly, "What is it?"

Han Ling thought about it and said: "The students don't know either, those books don't have book covers, it seems that my father ordered them himself, and they were all told to me as bedtime stories, and now I don't know why there are fewer of them." ”

This kind of thing...... When I think about it, I was broken by him!

The master twisted his beard and said in a deep voice, "I have never seen such a vulgar person!"

Han Ling hurriedly said: "Master, stop being angry!"

Old Master Meng squinted his eyes, glanced at Han Ling as if he was strange and gratified, and sighed, "Go ahead! Don't forget to take that child away." ”

Han Ling nodded and said, "Yes." Then he withdrew from the cottage.

Rhubarb is having dinner. Han Ling glanced at it and almost dropped the book-

it!

Han Ling thought that he finally understood the reason for the struggle of those peasants in history to overthrow a dynasty by fighting for their lives, and why people hoped that the red flag would sweep the world in that era......

Old Master Meng, although you are my teacher, I still want to give you a face.

Friends!

Han Ling angrily walked to the side room and took the child, who seemed to be a little older than him, away. The child's face was calm, and he only knew how to listen to others and do whatever he was told to do.

There were still people in the school, Han Ling didn't care, just walked out of the Meng Mansion with the child.

It was dusk, and the streets were full of cars. Han Ling and the others thanked the subordinates who escorted them all the way, and then boarded the car that Han Su came to pick up and left.

Han Su was about to ask how his first day at school was going today, but he found that there was an extra little kid and wondered, "Where did you come from?"

So Han Ling told the cause and effect again.

Han Su suddenly, then lowered his eyebrows and asked the child, "Where are you from?"

The boy ignored him and just played with himself.

Han Su asked again, "What's your name?"

This time there was a reaction, and he looked up, a small pale face.

"Jia Mingsheng. ”

Han Ling frowned and said, "What about your parents?"

Jia Mingsheng said sluggishly: "What are parents? I don't have parents. I only have one older brother. ”

Han Ling asked again: "Then are you from Anqing?"

The kid looked dazed.

Both father and son felt that this matter seemed to be a big deal, and asked eagerly, "Why did you come out alone, why didn't your brother look at you?"

What followed was a shocking reply.

"My brother is Jia Dian loses, and he wants to eat me. ”

The names of the two brothers are ridiculous, but the temperature in the carriage suddenly dropped. Han Su and Han Ling were terrified, but they had to ask. But the kid never gave a single piece of useful information.

This sentence is like a condensation of the essence of a horror movie, and it has been echoing in the minds of the two with a sense of immediacy.

At night, Han Ling lit the lamp and flipped through the book, starting directly from the sixth eye.

The ancient script and the Qi script are very different. However, because there were ancient books at home, some translations of commonly used words were copied from old scholars.

Han Ling practice makes perfect, and he can understand it sporadically, but he still took the comparison table.

The ink of the ancient book was dull and blurry, and the paper was already hairy. Han Ling looked at it quite hard.

"There is a ...... in the world Different, or official, or ...... There is no one in a million people, and it is ...... "This is just a small part of the beginning, and there is a large section to follow.

What kind of mess is this? Han Ling took a deep breath and took a pen and paper to translate word by word.

After a long, long time, until the lights went out, and the voices of people gradually quieted down.

I finally understood what was going on.

It turns out that this book says that there are some people in the world who are born different from ordinary people, and these people were hostile and ostracized when they were young, and many or not for a long time. However, their difference is because they have comprehended something, and this word Han Ling can't be translated. In short, if it is not discovered, it may be safe for a lifetime, but if it is discovered, especially if it is discovered, especially if it is discovered, it will be plundered and the part with special abilities will be dug up raw and used to make magic weapons.

Because the magic weapon made in this way moves the mystery between heaven and earth, it can often make the treasure kill people at a higher level and exert greater power. That's why cultivators are frantically looking for such people.

Mortal only. To them, they are nothing more than ants.

Therefore, it is said that there is not one in a million that actually has water, and except for those who have been killed or maimed, I am afraid that there is not one in a hundred million.

Listed below are some of the people's differences, and the magic weapons they eventually made.

The most are the eyes, but also the heart, feet, hair, skin...... There are even whole people.

The more Han Ling looked at it, the more frightened he became.

This was the first time he had come into contact with another world above mortals in such a real way, outside of the immortal and demon tearing war that Han Su had narrated. Blood swept over his eyes.

Maybe you will be made into a human leather bag or a human skin drum......

Han Ling closed the book, his heart cold.