After running 30 miles with a person on his back, Xu Xingzhi was really tired, so he simply wrapped the chain around his arm, packed up, turned over to bed, and fell asleep.
With his crippled hand, he was struggling to hold chopsticks and bowls. It seemed that he had to find another time for such meticulous work of assassination.
After Xu Xingzhi fell asleep, the bamboo gate was silently opened again from the outside.
Meng Chongguang walked in slowly from the outside, he had already changed into a change of clothes.
Gejin's single coat, white coat is better than snow, the clothes are embossed with dragon and cloud patterns, and there are ink-painted patterns on the back hem. .
But his outer covering was still the robe stained with charred black and blood.
He knelt silently beside the bed, pulled Xu Xingzhi's right hand, put his pillow on it, and looked sideways at the sleeping Xu Xingzhi.
Meng Chongguang's eyes carefully lingered on his tight lips, full Adam's apple, and undulating chest, nervous, uneasy, panic, as if he was looking at a vase that might shatter at any time.
I don't know how long he watched this, he didn't seem to be convinced that Xu Xingzhi was still alive, his fingers slowly moved up Xu Xingzhi's body, rubbed off the thin coat that was covering him, and pointed his fingertips on his heart, feeling the feeling. A powerful heartbeat under the skin.
Boom boom, boom boom.
Meng Chongguang showed a satisfied and moved smile, and whispered: "Senior brother, you're back, you're home..."
With the low voice, Meng Chongguang's breathing gradually became unstable.
There was blood in the corners of his eyes, and the pupils that were still clear were gradually dipped into scarlet, and the cinnabar traces at the end of his eyes and the center of his forehead faintly revealed a terrifying vermilion light.
His fingers also trembled violently, and his fingernails gradually elongated. Seeing that he was about to break Xu Xingzhi's heart and skin, Meng Zhongguang resisted it, quickly withdrew his hand, and pinched his wrist.
Five bone-deep wounds were scratched on his wrist, and after seeing the blood, the blood in his eyes lightened slightly.
Xu Xingzhi's eyelids moved slightly, as if feeling something.
Meng Chongguang refused to stay here again, barely sealed his air, and forced the last shred of reason to remove his robe and put it on Xu Xingzhi before turning around and walking out.
The moment he walked out of the bamboo gate, Meng Chongguang almost bumped into someone.
Zhou Wang frowned and stretched out his hand to help: "Brother Meng?"
Meng Chongguang refused to let her help, and while breathing, he asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter with you?"
Zhou Wang was used to seeing Meng Chongguang's illness, and knew that if he was emotionally disturbed, he would definitely go wild, and he would not be able to solve it without drinking blood.
Fortunately, even when Meng Chongguang was in a frenzy, he kept the bottom line and never attacked them, so Zhou Wang was not afraid of him, and answered neatly: "This is the first time I have seen Senior Brother Xu, and I want to talk to him. ."
Meng Chongguang squeezed his heart that was beating wildly, and said, "Senior brother is still sleeping, you stay outside and wait until he wakes up."
Zhou Wang clenched his fists: "Yes."
Watching Meng Chongguang stumble out of the huge bronze gate of the tower, Zhou Wang turned his face back, whistled, pushed it casually, and went directly into the door.
Xu Xingzhi was awakened by the sound of the door being pushed, and when he turned over and sat up, the robe covering him also slipped off.
He was naturally cold, and he forgot to cover the quilt before going to bed. He didn't know why the front was open. After he slept, his hands and feet were already cold.
He shuddered, and before he had time to think about who covered this robe for himself, he first embraced the warm robe in his arms to warm him up.
Zhou Wang asked, "Cold?"
"A little bit." Xu Xingzhi rubbed his palms and looked at Zhou Wang.
She had already removed the two giant knives, and was wearing a shoddy red robe, but her lips were crimson and snow-skinned.
Noticing Xu Xingzhi's gaze, Zhou Wang smiled: "My uncle is right."
Xu Xingzhi: "???"
Zhou Wang folded his arms and said with a smile: "Meng Lang, surnamed Xu, is arrogant, and he has no moral character at all. He can't walk when he sees a woman."
Xu Xingzhi: "... What else did he say?"
Zhou Wang said, "He said that if you dare to be wicked towards me, I can gouge out your eyeballs."
… Xu Xingzhi was wronged.
Xu Xingzhi loves beauty, and he likes to look at girls who don't choose the height, fat or thin, but he almost never has the idea of playing, let alone a child as young as Zhou Wang.
Xu Xingzhi shrugged and said candidly: "Beauty is born in the world, it is a treasure, one glance at it and one glance at it less. The beauty of today and the beauty of tomorrow are not the same. It is a virtue and good deed that I see more, how can it be regarded as Meng Lang?"
Zhou Wang: "… "
Speechless, she saw Xu Xingzhi's left hand tied to the head of the bed, and her mind was finally balanced, revealing the schadenfreude that "you deserve to be locked".
Xu Xingzhi was not even angry, he held the fan in his left hand, and tapped her forehead familiarly: "Yes, this is like a child, with a straight face, old-fashioned and outrageous."
Zhou Wang was startled by his knock, and looked at him while covering his forehead.
She was following Zhou Beinan's orders and wanted to knock something out of Xu Xingzhi's mouth, but Xu Xingzhi took the lead in her words.
Xu Xingzhi asked her, "Your name is Zhou Wang? Is Zhou Beinan your uncle?"
Zhou Wang only found this person interesting, and became a little curious. She imitated the man's sitting posture, lifted one leg on the kang, and leaned against the carved wooden railing at the head of the bed: "Yes."
Xu Xingzhi estimated her age: "Did you come in with your uncle?"
Zhou Wang: "Almost. It's been thirteen years."
If he was in front of other people, Xu Xingzhi had to pay attention to his words and deeds, but he didn't have to be restrained by this girl.
After all, she had never seen herself before, and even if she heard Zhou Beinan talk about her, she probably only knew a little about her.
If it is possible, Xu Xingzhi might be able to ask some things about the Wilderness from her.
He asked, "Why are you imprisoned in the wild?"
Zhou Wang stared at Xu Xingzhi and raised his eyebrows slightly: "My uncles think I'm too young and won't talk to me in detail... Besides, how did we get in, don't you know about Senior Brother Xu?"
Xu Xingzhi: ... oh well.
Still a pretty smart girl, not easy to fool.
Talking to smart people naturally requires a different way. Xu Xingzhi opened the fan and gave himself a few blows: "I just didn't expect that they would not let the children go."
Zhou Wang raised the corner of his mouth, spread out his palm, and played with the callus mark in his palm: "I was not born when I entered the Wilderness. After my mother and uncle were exiled into the Wilderness, my uncle lost his life to protect my mother. If I hadn't met Uncle Lu, fixed my uncle's soul core in his talisman, and distributed the essence to him, my uncle's soul would have been scattered long ago."
Xu Xingzhi frowned slightly: "How did Zhou Beinan die?"
Zhou Wang replied, "He forgot."
Regarding this point, Xu Xingzhi is not surprised.
Ghost cultivators use corpses and ghosts as their main attack methods. As one of the ghost cultivators, Lu Yujiu obviously belongs to the latter, and ghosts can be roughly divided into bright ghosts and dark ghosts.
Ghosts who can remember the past are called "bright ghosts". Their spiritual platform is clear and clear, and their power is no different from that in life. They are powerful in life and equally powerful after death.
Those ghosts with vague memories are collectively referred to as "dark ghosts". When they die, some of their souls have been damaged or lost, or they are still attached to the remnants of their lives and have not been freed. Therefore, they are chaotic and free from the world, and their strength will be greatly reduced compared to their previous lives.
The only reason that caused the ghost to become a "dark ghost" was that his death was so tragic that his soul was broken, his five souls split, and he was so painful that he was unwilling to remember his own death.
It was hard for Xu Xingzhi to imagine what happened back then.
According to the original owner's scattered memories, the right path is divided into four gates, each of which guards the same creation artifact.
Qinglianggu guards the "Taixu Bow", Yingtianchuan guards the "Lihenjing", Danyang Peak guards the "Chenming Sword", and Fengling Mountain, where the original owner is located, guards the "World Book".
Meng Chongguang is a heavenly demon. He robbed the artifact and was exiled, which is reasonable. However, Zhou Beinan was the son of the island owner of Yingtianchuan, so why did he and his sister steal the artifact from this sect
Why is this necessary
When Xu Xingzhi's heart turned back and forth, Zhou Wang suddenly asked, "Senior Brother Xu, what's wrong with your right hand?"
Xu Xingzhi looked at the right hand of Lihuamu whose skylight had been opened, and said regretfully, "You mean this hole? It was stabbed just now."
Zhou Wang couldn't help laughing: "Who asked you about this hole? I asked why your hand was broken?"
… yes, why
To be honest, Xu Xingzhi himself can't remember clearly.
It seems that he was too naughty when he was five years old. When he was playing, his palm was accidentally cut off by the wheat knife. The blood flowed like a note. After a serious illness, he had a high fever for three days. .
Fortunately, God gave him a hand, which is not too bad to think about.
However, when he mentioned his right hand, Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but think of the scene where his father took care of him while he was injured.
I am now in the wilderness, and I don't know how the time flows outside. How are my father and sister doing now.
Thinking of this, Xu Xingzhi couldn't help but run away, but he didn't want to answer in detail, so he simply said: "...
Zhou Wang threw a second question: "Have you ever gone to see your elder brother Xu Pingsheng after all these years outside?"
… Ok
As soon as this question came out, Xu Xingzhi could basically be sure that this little girl was really sent by Zhou Beinan to tell her own words.
The most troublesome thing is that he rummaged through his memory, but he couldn't find the memory of the original owner having a brother.
Whether there is such a person is still a question, how should he answer it
If he followed her words, would he fall into the trap of her words again
In a few moments, Xu Xingzhi had a way to deal with it.
Xu Xingzhi stared at Zhou Wang's eyes and said word by word, "I don't have a brother."
This answer made Zhou Wang frown: "But..."
However, Xu Xingzhi interrupted Zhou Wang's words forcefully, lying back, holding his head in one hand, and looking indifferent: "I don't have any brothers."
Zhou Beinan, who was activating his spiritual consciousness outside the tower and listening to the conversation between the two in the room, raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically when he heard the words: "When Xu Xingzhi got some good things, he thought about his brother in every possible way. Now he finally Knowing that his brother is not a good thing."
The ghost-faced youth Lu Yujiu's answer was even simpler and rude: "Xu Pingsheng is a bastard. It's his fault that Senior Brother Xu didn't recognize him."
Zhou Beinan pressed the side of his ear and gave an order to the other end: "Awang, ask him why he came to Wilderness? Who sent him?"
However, before Zhou Wang asked, Zhou Beinan heard Xu Xingzhi lazily say over there: "Zhou Beinan asked you to ask me, right?"
Now that he was found out, Zhou Wang did not hide any more, and asked bluntly: "My uncle has a reasonable suspicion. It has been thirteen years, and no one has seen you or inquired about you. It's been many years. , why did you suddenly enter the wilderness?"
Xu Xingzhi rushed to Zhou Wang and hooked his fingers: "Come here, I will tell you quietly."
Zhou Wang naturally listened to the past.
Xu Xingzhi's eyes twitched, and he found a glimmer of light in the stone earring on the right side of Zhouwang.
With quick eyes and quick hands, he pinched off the earring, and squeezed hard with his fingertips.
This earring is made of Zhou Beinan's spiritual consciousness, and it goes straight to his ear canal. How can he stand up to such a kneading? Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, he jumped up and covered his ears and cursed in pain: "The surname is Xu. Yes, my uncle!"
Xu Xingzhi: "Hahahahaha."
On the other end, Zhou Beinan's face turned blue, and he pinched his fingers: "Wait for me!"
In an instant, the earring in Xu Xingzhi's palm turned into a spider as big as a compass.
Xu Xingzhi's smile gradually became dull.
It wasn't until the spider's hairy legs began to wriggle between his fingers that he jerked his hand away and let out a terrifying scream.
Now it's Zhou Beinan's turn to pat his thigh and laugh wildly: "Hahahahaha."
Xu Xingzhi had goosebumps all over his body and pulled the golden chain back to the end of the bed. He was so frightened that he trembled. His bones were crisp from the inside to the outside. He is going to die.
At this moment, the door of Zhu Fei was swept open again.
Meng Chongguang rushed in in panic: "Senior brother?? What's wrong???"
Before Xu Xingzhi could answer, he saw the spider moving its slender legs and crawling onto the bed along the legs of the bed.
With a buzzing sound in his head, he dashed and jumped out of bed, jumping directly into Meng Chongguang's arms, with his feet off the ground and hanging on his neck, tears were coming down: "... Bugs!! There are bugs there!!! "