I never questioned what my master said, so when I heard him say that, I just said, "Hmm..."
The master seemed to breathe a sigh of relief after hearing my answer, and then said to me: "Xiaojiu, you are very good. I think it is time to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" I frowned. The master said on the other end of the phone: "Come back to my hometown in seven days, to the small house where we lived at the beginning. I will tell you a lot, all my affairs, and some of your affairs. I will tell you everything you want to know."
"Master, you don't have to say it if you don't want to. And why do you want to tell me now?" I felt a little uneasy, because sometimes knowing too much about something makes you less happy.
"No, if you agree to that guy named Miao Long, I won't be able to perform many of my tasks. Besides, the time has come." The master was silent for a while and said firmly: "You should also know about the plan to usurp the gods. I will tell you one by one when you come to the hut."
"Yes, I understand." I nodded and sighed. Since the master wanted to tell me the truth of these things, there was no need for me to postpone it any longer. The master was silent for a while, sighed and said, "Okay, remember to come back in seven days. I calculated that the corpse demon will die today. His weakness is in his spine." After that, the master hung up the phone.
I stared at the phone for a while, and Miao Long continued to ask: "How is it, have you thought it through? */.*"
I smiled apologetically at Miao Long and said, "I'm sorry, it looks like I can't promise you today."
"It was that phone call. What did Liu Boqing tell you that could make you change your mind?" Miao Long's face turned gloomy. I asked, "Hey, how did you know it was my master?"
"Who else in this world can make you change your mind? Even if Qiuxiang asked you not to agree to me, you would have thought about it for a long time. Who else but your master can make you so determined?" Miao Long seemed to know me very well, but his face darkened at this time and he said, "It seems that I can only rob you by force."
"My master told me that Zhang Yuqian will die today." I looked at Miao Long and said calmly, "My master has already figured it out. Do you still want to stop him? Let's all save some energy."
Miao Long's expression didn't change much after hearing what I said. He said, "So what if he figured it out? Didn't he figure out that I would die at the beginning? He definitely didn't expect me to survive."
Miao Long chanted a spell, and the face formed by the evil spirit began to twist. The method Miao Long used was not a Taoist technique, but a Tibetan witchcraft that could control the evil spirit to fight. I only found out about this later.
At that time, the human face rushed towards Wu Zhicong. Wu Zhicong quickly held the peach wood sword horizontally, ready to block the attack of the human face. However, the moment the human face hit the peach wood sword, the peach wood sword broke with a snap. Wu Zhicong was directly knocked five meters away and hit the wall. Wu Zhicong also covered his chest, sweating profusely, and looked very uncomfortable.
"Fuck you." I was furious when I saw Wu Zhicong being beaten and rushed forward with the Emperor's Sword. Didn't you say I only know how to use a fire stick? A fire stick can also knock off two taels of flesh from you.
I took the Emperor's Sword and stabbed it towards the nose of the human face. The human face was one person tall and looked quite strange. It did not dodge. No, it should be said that it did not dodge at all. This time, my Emperor's Sword penetrated one third of the way, and I could not pull it out at all. It was like stabbing it into a quagmire.
Miao Long knew that I would not hand over the Yin-Yang Record, so he yelled, "Go to hell." That big face actually opened and swallowed me mouthful by mouthful. I felt a black screen in front of my eyes, and my whole body seemed to be wrapped in cotton candy. It was pitch black around me. I struggled once or twice, but it was no use. Slowly, I felt the surroundings getting colder, just like being in a refrigerator.
"Fuck." I felt a chill on my feet. I couldn't see anything. I didn't even know where I was. After about ten seconds, I felt someone appear beside me. I looked and it turned out to be Wu Zhicong. At this time, Wu Zhicong was also dying.
It was pitch black around me, and soon I saw some black air going into Wu Zhicong's nose. I quickly covered my nose and also blocked Wu Zhicong's nose with my hand, but soon Wu Zhicong's face turned blue, and he seemed to have fainted. If I insisted on blocking his nose, I think he would be suffocated by me.
I loosened my grip and a lot of black air went into his body again. I was anxious. How could I not be anxious? I don't even mention the relationship between Wu Zhicong and me. I watched Wu Zhicong slowly inhaling the black air in front of me. His face was slowly turning darker and I became anxious. I struggled hard.
I know that I must have been swallowed by the monster. How I wish I could be like the protagonists in those cartoons or novels, who suddenly change their mood when they see their buddies dying, become stronger, tear the ghost apart, and go out to kill people and ghosts.
But this is a bit unscientific for me. If Xiang Yu was on top of me before, I would have become stronger immediately. But what can I do now? I am not the protagonist of those novels. If I were the protagonist of a novel, it would probably be a novel about abusing the protagonist.
Anyway, I got anxious when I saw Wu Zhicong like this, so I opened my mouth and inhaled hard near his nose. It really worked, and all the black air was sucked into my mouth. Although he still inhaled a little bit, it was very tiny.
But after a while I felt dizzy, just like the feeling of drinking half a catty of liquor, top-heavy, I looked at Wu Zhicong lying next to me, and I felt weak all over. Seeing the black air start to drill into his nose again, I felt helpless. Now a lot of black air is drilling into my nose. Before, I still had the strength to blow away the black air with my mouth and then inhale hard, but now I can't even withstand the black air.
Could it be that the master made a mistake? Why did I feel like I would die here today? I also understood that Miao Long was not lying. He had never really thought of killing me before. Otherwise, with his strength today, I would have died a hundred times already.