A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

“You're too proud to forget, this kid is smart, not a fuel-efficient light. Don't look at the success, but the credit is in the hands of this boy.” Suddenly, another young man's voice sounded in Dr. Murrow's brain.

Dr. Murrow's face changed and his face was like a cold frost, coldly reprimanded:

“Yu Son, keep your mouth shut about my business, I don't need you to teach me a lesson. If I can succeed, it will naturally be good for you. However, the way you gave me work seems to still be inappropriate. You want me to have something unexpected!” The colour of the doubt in Dr. Murray's words is at a glance.

The voice seemed scared of Dr. Murrow, and after listening to his intimidation, he hurried to explain:

“How could there be a mistake? Didn't you try everything with animals? As for the death of one of them, it's only because you don't know how to do it, but the one who died should not interfere with your plan. ”

“Hmm! Better so, unfortunately I can't practice any more or I'll be a little more sure.” When Dr. Murray listened to this voice, he thought about the last exercise, and the last slight doubt in his mind disappeared.

After he finished this sentence, the voice seemed to have learned the lesson just now and stopped talking, leaving only Dr. Mo to speak to himself like a nervous person. The atmosphere in the whole room appeared to be unusual.

At this time, Han Li was in an unsightly ditch, more remote and hidden than where he met Rain.

The terrain here is long striped, sandwiched by two steep hills into a "one” shape, and the two ends of the trench are blocked by bushes so tight and solid that they cannot pass. There is no other way out than a rope draped secretly from the top of the shorter mountain.

And there are dense and numb thorny groves, and they occupy a large area of land, leaving only a small area of open space to allow Han to plug in. At the top of the trench, countless unknown tents are woven together, forming a natural green tent, so Han Li doesn't have to worry about someone passing by to see him underneath.

Han Li put his belongings under a huge mountain rock, went back to the center of the open space, closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened his eyes to reveal his perseverance, and said softly: “Let's start with the hardest to practice cartilage. ”

Thus, Han Li began his own cultivation journey.

He did not know that, far from him, there was a yellow bird squatting on his branches, staring at him day and night, only to see that he had not tried to escape, he did not fly back and report to his master.

Time flies fast, four months, and half the time passes.

At this time, in the trench, he glanced, empty no one, Han Li here was missing, only the little yellow bird, still not impatient to stay in place, brushing his feathers slowly with his mouth, ignoring the target of surveillance, seemed to have thrown its task outside the Nine Clouds.

Suddenly, another gray bird passed through the green above and flew into the trench. After a few laps above it, it landed on a yellow wood stake on the edge of the empty space. It looked like it was going to rest and fly away later.

At this time, the little yellow bird, with his head set aside, looked at the other fellow who had just flown in with his arrogant eyes, and then revealed a sarcastic look like a human being, seemed to despise the grey bird.

The bird who had just arrived, standing on one leg, looked around and finally found its kind, and it spread its wings, as if it wanted to fly over.

Suddenly, an unexpected birth, a dead yellow palm, descended from the sky and caught the gray bird by surprise.

This change scared him so much that he struggled so desperately that he could not escape the control of the master of the palm.

Only then did the little bird discover that the stake under his feet, sometime turned into a teenager wearing a yellow shirt, this teenager with dark skin, long and common, big eyebrows, nothing attractive except some clarity in his eyes.

The teenager smiled and watched the little bird in his hand struggle. When it was almost completely tired, he loosened his hand and said warmly:

“Go on, next time don't be so stupid! Take a good look and go back to your feet. ”

The bird suddenly gained his freedom, ignoring his kind, flapping his wings in panic and flying out of the trench without turning his head back.

After seeing the bird fly away, the teenager stood there motionless. After a while, he slowly said to himself:

“Looks like my breath restraint and pseudo-concealment both had a certain amount of heat, so it's time to practice the secret room assassination technique next. ”

After speaking, Han Li moved his figure and walked to the newly built cabin nearby. He looked up as he passed the side of the little yellow bird tree.

This bizarre bird, Han Li, was discovered half a month ago. It stays on the nearby branches and looks at itself at all times, seemingly very spiritual.

When he first saw it, Han Li was fascinated by its spirituality and loved the little yellow bird very much.

He tried to take it away, but in any way, “luring”, “seducing", “setting a trap” were not easy to use. The little bird had no proper intentions, and he used a foolish look at him from time to time, scorning him, making Han Li laugh a little bit.

Later, when he was angry, he wanted to go forward and use strong, but before he could get close, he immediately spread his wings and flew to the sky; Han Li left again, and he immediately flew back, landing in the original place, so that Han Li had to stand where he was, staring dry.

Thinking about it, Han Li turned back a little bit and ignored it. In fact, he had implicitly realized that the origin of the bird, I'm afraid, had something to do with that Dr. Murray, and that he probably sent him to monitor his ears and eyes.

But Han Li doesn't care what a little bird can tell him, as long as it's not Dr. Murray himself, besides, he really loves this psychic little guy, and he can't stand poisonous other ways to deal with it.

And at this time, Dr. Murrow, in a stone room, he was paddling a strange array of animal bone powder, and he was paddling, and he was discussing something with the other person in his brain. I had no idea, Han Li had figured out how to monitor him.