"Huhu·······"
It was the cold wind, as if trying to cover up this bloody scene, Jiang Minghao's breath was instantly filled with a strong fishy smell, and I don't know whether it was the smell of blood and corpses on the ground, or the bag behind him. The stench from the discarded garbage.
If Jiang Minghao, who was just starting out, was full of suspicion in the face of this strange old way, then he now believes in this monster, his original fear has already been extinguished by the strong desire to survive in his heart, this There is only one month to recover, but it is all Jiang Minghao’s expectation and sustenance, because this month, he can rescue Wu Tian and Liu Wei, and after that, even if this body falls apart, he There is no regret.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Seeing the changes in the expression and posture of the young man in front of him, from the original negotiation, to the later fear, and then to the present perseverance, the old Dao’s originally joking face suddenly became more serious, because he could see that this one in front of him Young people are by no means as simple as the little friends in his mouth.
Maybe it was because of drinking blood, maybe it was the pleasure of murder. The old Taoist priest's originally dry skin and body began to plump up, as if a ball that had just been filled with gas, and gradually regained its elasticity. Watching the old man's body changes, Jiang Minghao contracted his pupils, his eyes were like torches, and he stared at his body with perspective eyes, as if he wanted to find the cause of the change in this remnant body.
I saw that in his empty abdominal cavity, the straw-like filaments, like strands of living earthworms, began to squirm, and the blood that was sucked into his body was flowing in these filaments, as if these filaments It is the blood vessels in his body that replace all internal organs.
"Little friend, don't look!" The old Taoist priest seemed to have seen through Jiang Minghao's thoughts. His hollow and deep eyes stared at Jiang Minghao's eyes, and he couldn't wait to take them as his own. He said softly:
"If you want to be like me, then you have to become the second me! Hehe!"
The old Taoist bowed his head and looked at his body, as if he was looking at a perfect work of art, but the bat-like laughter was more like complimenting his craft and showing off his body.
Suddenly, he raised his head abruptly, his eyes exuded a gloomy cold, as if he was a scheming fox, looking at a piece of delicious fat, his eyes staring straight into Jiang Minghao's eyes, and muttered:
"Your eyes, I have waited for more than two thousand years, two thousand years, I am finally about to get through.
"More than two thousand years?" Jiang Minghao looked at the zombie-like madman in front of him and muttered in a low voice. For more than two thousand years, doesn't this mean that the shriveled old man in front of him was from the Qin Dynasty? how can that be? Jiang Minghao's pupils shrank sharply, like two laser guns, staring at the dry body in front of him, and scanning his whole body up and down again.
But this old Taoist priest seemed to know that Jiang Minghao was scanning him with perspective eyes. He suddenly squinted his eyes and sighed softly, "Hey, maybe even I myself don't believe that I am a member of the Qin Dynasty anymore!"
"My grass!" When Jiang Minghao heard his words, he felt tens of thousands of grass and mud horses rushing past his heart. His right hand slapped his face fiercely, and a fiery pain was immediately transmitted to him. brain.
"It hurts, it's real, shit, it's real, it's not a dream!"
"Hey, kid, you should know about the first emperor's alchemy for longevity, right? Tell you, this is true, and I am the warlock guiding the first emperor's longevity.
As the old Taoist said, the dry and wrinkled skin on his face gradually became fuller and smoother, as if the blood he had just drunk gave him life again, and the limping leg became flexible at this time, old Taoist Slowly walked to Jiang Minghao's side, and lifted him up:
"Go, go to the old road cave mansion, the old road will help you restore your crippled shell."
When the old Taoist priest stretched out his withered hands like branches to Jiang Minghao’s body, Jiang Minghao’s eyes fixed on that arm, as if he was witnessing the process of a caterpillar transforming into a perfect butterfly. His perspective eyes clearly see the blood vessels that seem to be rusty and cracked. When moisturized by blood, they are reborn as if moistened by the fountain of life. They begin to slowly rejuvenate, and even the skin of their arms begins to change. It should be delicate and smooth, with skin like pink jade.
"Are you a man or a ghost?"
Jiang Minghao couldn't help asking, because when his hand touched Jiang Minghao's skin, he felt like he was thrown into an ice cellar. The cold air seemed to be like a galloping army. As his body, internal organs, and even the deep bones invaded, a thin layer of frost formed between Jiang Minghao's eyebrows in an instant.
"Hiss...It's cold!"
Unable to wait for the old Taoist priest to answer his own words, Jiang Minghao couldn't help shaking, his upper and lower teeth gritted loudly. He tried his best to use his body's strength to fight the cold air, but no matter how hard he tried, the cold air As if rooted in the body, it couldn't be driven away.
"Haha, kid, don't resist, you have to withstand this chill, just like me, or my skin will be ruined long ago."
Huo······Suck······Hu······Suck······
Jiang Minghao began to adjust his aura slowly, concentrated all his mind, and reached the state of emptiness. When he was confined in the border city, his Xingyi Wuxingquan had reached the peak of strength and strength. Qi Jin is only a step away, so he didn't think about the coldness in his body at all, and his thoughts began to shift to the Xingyi technique, feeling the blood flow in the body and the beating of the heart.
"Wow..."
The blood in the blood vessels, like a trickle, surging violently in the tiny blood vessels, like a garbage cleaning truck on the road, sweeping away the ice that has begun to agglutinate on the blood vessel wall and melting it, but as time goes by, it was originally full of vitality. His blood began to become sluggish and sluggish, and even slowly surrendered to the ice surrounding the blood vessels, and finally merged with them.
"Thumping...thumping...thumping..."
Maybe it was the cold air, maybe the blood began to merge with the cold air and condense into ice. Jiang Minghao couldn't even feel his own heartbeat. He tried to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, everything in front of him was still dark. , Even the only right hand that could only move lost the ability to move, and he couldn't even move a finger.
"Hell...It's hell!"
This is Jiang Minghao’s last consciousness, this darkness, this coldness, besides hell, he really can’t imagine, where else can he feel this way, and gradually, he feels that his consciousness and consciousness are like a piece of being The sweater with the thread torn apart was taken away a little bit over time, leaving no trace in the end, completely losing itself.
"what·······"
A heart-piercing roar suddenly echoed in the mountains and forests, like howling a ghost jackal, which completely broke the calm of Arashiyama. The towering trees seemed to have been baptized by the storm and began to tremble, groups of birds and beasts. It seemed that they felt the anxiety and threats, and fled in a hurry.
"call·······"
A pair of dark eyes suddenly opened, without a trace of life, as if they were walking dead, but the water droplets in the eye sockets let people know that this is a living person, this person is Jiang Minghao, he is lying quietly On a large rock, it seemed to be a corpse lying on the dissection table, waiting for the doctor to dissect it.
This is an unknown cave. The cave is pitch black and there is no light. The whole cave is cold and wet, as if it is deep underground. Jiang Minghao gently sniffed his nose, and the stench of rotting corpses hit his forehead. It was as if he was in a pile of corpses.
Stiff and cold, this was Jiang Minghao's first feeling. He felt that his body was as rigid as a corpse, and he couldn't even feel the slightest temperature.
"Am I really dead?" Jiang Minghao murmured, but his eyes could penetrate the darkness, and he could clearly see the smooth and damp stone walls of the cave, the irregular stones, as if they were a living person. Generally, water droplets are constantly oozing from the texture of the stone. Although the cave is extremely cold, the stones seem to be sweating.
"Crack..."
It was the sound of rubbing between bones, as if a machine that had been silent for a long time began to operate. Jiang Minghao felt that every bone in his body was like a machine part that was running at full capacity, constantly working. He suddenly got up, waist Suddenly felt a great power.
Jiang Minghao tried to use his right hand to support his body to get up, but at this moment, he inadvertently felt that his waist was able to exert force. Although his body was stiff, even when the palm of his right hand touched the rock below him Can't feel the softness of the flesh in the palm.
"rub·······"
Like a carp, Jiang Minghao’s waist arched, and his whole body bounced like a spring. His body was like a rocket erupting. After tracing a perfect arc in the air, his feet landed firmly on the ground. He finally stood up, but Jiang Minghao was not happy because of the unfamiliar environment and the sense of threat surrounding him. He had to be more vigilant and watch every move around him.
"What the hell is this place?"
"Children, are you awake?"
Suddenly, an old voice came, as if it was a call from behind the door of hell, but Jiang Minghao would never forget that eerie voice. This voice was clearly the voice of the blood-sucking and killing veteran Taoist. , Jiang Minghao narrowed his eyes slightly and looked in the direction from which the sound was coming. He saw a Taoist priest with a white face and a small life slowly walking out of the depths of the cave.
"Fuck your grandpa's grandma's grandpa!"
Jiang Minghao couldn't help but scolded his mother. How did this old man become younger? Although his skin and flesh are full and full, like a young guy, his appearance has not changed at all. He wears a blue shirt and a robe, and there are straw-like filaments in his chest, especially the low and hoarse voice like a ghost, Jiang Minghao Very sure, the young Taoist priest in front of him is the devil who wants to see through his eyes.
"Why, are you surprised?" The old Taoist spread his arms, admiring his body, and nodded slightly, as if he was very satisfied with his own sound. He gently lowered his arm and said slowly:
"Didn't I tell you that Emperor First Emperor and I practiced spells together to find the secret of longevity?"