The feeling of weirdness at the beginning became accustomed to later. Later, I will completely forget the weird man who liked the blue robe that I once appeared.
Later... I grew up slowly, and gradually moved away from that small town that treated me like a snake and scorpion.
Later... I met new friends and grew up slowly in a place where I didn't know about my childhood. Slowly met new friends and got new people who care!
Perhaps it is because of character! Even if no one looks at me with weird eyes, I still don't like being too close to people. So the people around you who can be called friends can count clearly even with one hand.
After graduating from university, everyone went their separate ways. The connection between each other is naturally much less than before.
After getting to know new friends and having a new environment and life, the greetings between each other are also very precious.
And because of the special nature of my job, with the existence of Xuan Cang and others, I dare not take the initiative to contact other friends.
Except for occasionally meeting them on the Internet, occasionally saying hello, and asking each other how they are doing well... seldom there are other contacts!
It's not that I don't want to, but I dare not!
The encounters that San'er encountered over and over again made me realize that my life track and theirs have been completely different.
People living in this world cannot communicate with people in another world. Otherwise... Doom will come!
It's like someone is always curious about what another world looks like. Curious about whether the dead really exist by our side. So under curiosity, I always wanted to open my own heavenly eyes and see that different world.
I don't know, once you open the sky eye, you are ingesting the category of another world. After realizing the horror of the matter, he begged for mercy and closed his eyes, but it was impossible!
This kind of thing... It's always till death!
"Yu'er!" A familiar voice suddenly came from my ear.
The drifting consciousness, trembling at that moment, returned to his body.
I feel like my soul has just gone on a time travel.
Now that the soul is back, the uncomfortableness in the body has become clearer.
"Xuan..." I slumped to the ground and tried my best to open a gap in my eyes.
The heavy eyelids are hard to open like they have been glued on.
The blue figure is very eye-catching in this dark room. With blurred eyes, watching the shadow shuttle among several black figures.
They pushed me towards you, as if fighting.
"Yu'er!" I heard Xuan Cang's voice and shouted at me again.
I fell to the ground feebly, my fingers trembling lightly, and my whole body seemed to have been emptied, miraculously regaining some strength.
"Xuan... Xuan Cang!" I trembled, and after a lot of effort, I yelled a faint mosquito-like voice from my throat.
My throat was still dry and uncomfortable. It was like being drained of blood from my body. Every time I moved, the bones on my body felt painful, and my whole body was sore and uncomfortable.
Struggling on the ground for a long time, trying to get up from the ground. But I competed with myself for a while, but still lay on the ground and didn't move the slightest.
"Ah!" The surrounding air seemed to be hit hard by something suddenly. With the vibration of the air, the pain in my body also increased.
Looking at Xuan Cang who was trying to rush into the formation to save people, Ling Qing immediately kicked the black-skinned monk who was blocking him in front of him, and stepped forward and grabbed Xuan Cang who wanted to break the formation forcibly.
"I'm afraid that this formation is not easy, so I can't force it!" Ling Qing dragged Xuan Cang and hurriedly avoided the opponent's attack. "Find a way to solve these demon monks first!"
Xuan Cang was anxious, originally didn't want to entangle these monks more.
But when Ling Qing reminded me, I remembered that when he broke the formation forcibly just now, I heard a slight pain in my stomach. Dealt with.
When they just rushed in, a tall, fat monk stood guarding the outside. I thought it was a monk with some abilities, who would have thought that they didn't spend much time, and beat the monk to the ground in a few strokes, then crawled and left.
The purpose of Xuan Cang and Ling Qing was me, so they didn't pursue the monk more, but rushed in directly.
As soon as I ran into the hall, I saw four black and thin monks sitting in four corners and wearing weird costumes. Seeing the evil and enchanting aura on them, Ling Qing shouted angrily and waved the dust and rushed in.
Xuan Cang saw me, trapped in the middle of the formation, dying on the ground.
Ling Qing's goal pointed out that it was a demon monk, and before he could get in too much, he was jumped up by two demon monks and stopped.
Xuan Cang came straight to me, but was also a few steps away, but was stopped by the other two demon monks.
The four monks were very tacitly divided into two groups, using a two-on-one formation to block Xuan Cang and Ling Qing from the outside.
Xuan Cang and Ling Qing are also considered countless ghosts, and they have dealt with many tricky scenes together.
If it is a tacit understanding, between the two of them, it can be considered that they have some understanding of each other. Coupled with each other's cultivation base, it is not too shallow, and it is not difficult to deal with being a demon monk.
But the difficulty is that even though there are four people, the tacit understanding and actions between each other are like a single person's coordination and fit. Every cooperation can be appropriately blocked Xuan Cang and Ling Qing.
"Something is wrong!" Xuan Cang was unable to attack, and was forced to retreat to Ling Qing's side.
Both of them handed their backs to each other, while the four demon monks held their own corners, trapping the two of them in the middle.
"Well! Too neat!" Ling Qing also saw the clues, frowned, and stared at each other's every move.
"No matter how good the four people are, it is impossible for them to be the same person!" Xuan Cang also agreed with Ling Qing's words.
The two spoke in agreement and looked back at each other.
A silent tacit understanding was immediately conveyed from the other party's short eye contact.
Xuan Cang took the lead, turning his spiritual power over, and with a fierce wave of his right hand, a silver-blue sword immediately appeared in his hand.
He walked with his sword, pointed at the demon monk with the deepest sunken eyes on his left hand.
The demon monk shook his body, spreading his hands like a big Peng spreading his wings, and immediately backed away. The people on his left and right immediately stepped forward one left and the other right, and flicked towards Xuan Cang.
Xuan Cang immediately took his sword back to his defense, and the sword body blocked the hand of one of the demon monks. Another demon monk immediately attacked Xuan Cang's other side door, trying to beat him hard to defend.