A Record of a Mortal’s Journey to Immortality

A cool, icy chill, slowly emerged from the secret place in the bottom of his heart, quickly flowed all over Han Li's body and woke Han Li out of his coma.

As soon as Han Li woke up, he felt a heavy head. In hidden pain, all parts of his body were soft, weak and weak. He suffered as if he had been cured of a major illness. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids were heavy and unable to move.

In confusion, Han Li remembered what had happened before the coma.

He stirred up, fought a cold war, and immediately awoke a few points, hurriedly checking his specific situation.

“Huh!” He seemed unoccupied. Although he could not open his eyes, he was uncomfortable all over his body. Indeed, he was told that his whole body had returned to his hands.

“Did Dr. Murray fail? ”

Han Li, struck by an unexpected surprise, thought of this only plausible explanation.

Hold down the excitement in your heart, Han Li patiently recovered some strength, then took the trouble to open a fine stitch from the curtain and see what was outside.

As soon as it opened, I saw a face full of gray hair, lean, and extremely old. It was the face of Dr. Murrow's aging. He just looked like he was more than 10 years older than before, and he was already an old man who couldn't be older.

At this time, he opened his eyes and looked at Han Li with horror.

Han Li was astonished and strained his muscles immediately, feeling weak was thrown out of the Nine Mixed Clouds. His first thought was to get ahead of him and make a strong first move.

After experiencing the last lesson, Han Li said nothing and would no longer easily confine himself to people.

Later, however, Han Li discovered something unusual. The other party's expression was stuck, motionless, and there was no breathing sound, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Han Li frowned, but didn't dare to be so-so. He still didn't lift his guard. He stared at each other's faces, trying to find some blemishes from it.

With half an hour of careful observation, Han Li had to admit that the other party did not look like a living person.

After hesitating, he approached each other carefully, reached out and grabbed the wrist of the other, the other under the nostrils of the other, tested for a while, motionless.

Now Han Li completely settled his heart, his heart became more relaxed, and the boulder that had been oppressed deep in his heart was finally thrown away.

Until now, Han Li still dared not believe that the enemy in his mind, the old rapist, the poisonous Dr. Mu, died so silently, so unclear, so easily.

He touched his head, and the so-called "Dementor" disappeared without a trace. He ran somewhere and saw its tracks nearby, which made Han Li a little strange. Later, he learned the spell method. He remembered the matter before realizing it. The yellow character should have been exhausted by the power of the law and turned into ash, so he couldn't find it all.

Han Li, who was mentally relaxed, began to sweep his eyes away from Dr. Murray's body, trying to find a little clue to his life.

The surrounding oil lamp candles are still lit, which means that he has not passed out too much time himself, and the blue jade in the distance becomes gray, as if the quality has suddenly declined by several layers, becoming blind.

As he turned his gaze, at the corner of the stone house, a dodging thing, trying to avoid Han Li's perspective, fell into his eyes.

This object, Han Li, is not a stranger. It was in his sleep, and the enemy he had killed and slipped away from him, the one who was devoured by one-third of the green light.

At this time, it seemed scared that Han Li was trying to hide, looking desperately into the corner of the wall.

Han Li was somewhat surprised at first, but then held up his chin with a slightly thoughtful hand and bowed his head for a while.

A moment later, Han stood up and walked over to the light group.

He did not stop until only half a length away from it, slowly opening his mouth:

“I think we should get to know each other. You must be the rest of the kids. ”

The green light sphere was shaking a little, and the light flashed constantly. When Han Li called out his name, it darkened for a while before flashing again.

“As you guessed, Your Excellency is really Mu Juren's disciple, just as difficult and difficult as he is to deal with.” As if there were some fatalities, it was the young man who spoke human language and listened to the accent.

Without arguing, it directly admitted Han Li's speculation.

“Is it time, Your Excellency, to give me some explanations and tell the next two what happened?” Han Li didn't look a little angry when he heard that he was really one of the murderers of his own, but he was still slow.

But the rest of the child, after looking at the other person's unsweetened appearance, somehow felt that the cold air in his heart was direct, and there was a sense of imminent disaster.

In the recent war of the gods, he had just taught the Sha Xing's strength, and was eaten alive by some of the Numen, and most of his powers were lost. The residual powers at this moment will only allow him to perform a few small illusions without any killing power. Now faced with the real person, without the power of self-preservation, there is naturally unspeakable fear in the heart.

“What do you want to know? ”

He knew that he had just escaped from his death and that his emotions should be unstable and extremely dangerous. Don't look at each other's surfaces as calm as it might seem, but underneath you, as before the volcano erupted, there was a lukewarm rage.

Now that it has been discovered, the best thing to do is to cooperate and not to verbally challenge each other's patience, and he does not want to be buried in the impulse of the other.

“Tell me, who are you? Tell me all about the process of getting to know you and Dr. Murrow, and your original plan, 1510. I have plenty of time now to listen to you slowly.” Han Li, like a mask, said with no expression, could not see any emotional fluctuations.