I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

I saw Lin Meng put away the dagger, turned around and found a neat and intact piece of paper and a pen that was still usable.

Some blood stains on Bai Chi's body that have not dried up on the spot wrote on the paper:

"For those who walk in the sky, the Three Saints of the Spear Temple are also true!"

After Lin Meng finished writing, he stuck it directly to Bai Chi's chest, sneered in his mouth:

"You have also written the blood book, and I have kept the name for you. I want to see if anyone in Yulin has the courage to find me to avenge you all over the world!"

After that, Lin Meng took out the dagger in his arms again, cut off the head of Bai Chi straight ahead, and then accepted the banning method arranged in the room, and returned to the Five Mountains Sword Sect with Bai Chi's head.

Lin Meng sneaked back to the Sword Sect of the Five Mountains overnight, with the power of Tianyin's magical power, without disturbing anyone, directly holding Bai Chi's head, he came to the outside of Yuan Zhu's room and sneaked in quietly.

At this time, it was late at night, Yuan Zhu had already fallen asleep, the room was dark, only a little bit of star and moon light shone in along the edge of the window.

Lin Meng walked to Yuan Zhu's bed and looked at Yuan Zhu quietly. He didn't make a sound with his posture, and his eyesight avoided all the furniture and tables without touching the slightest.

A few days ago, Yuan Zhu had to choose to poison Lin Meng due to the extermination of his clan, and his mind was greatly damaged. Since then, he has been seriously ill for a few days, and even has a heart disease.

Although Lin Meng successively killed the culprit who poisoned the Yuan family that day, and Gu Yue Qinhan, the man behind the scenes, both invited Yuan Zhu to observe punishment in an attempt to get rid of Yuan Zhu's demon and relieve his heart disease.

However, there is still some work to be done. Yuan Zhu's illness and demons have been resolved after two visits to torture. It is not so weak, but it is also sluggish.

In Lin Meng's view, the last thing that was missing in breaking the Yuanzhu Heart Demon was Bai Chi, the master behind all this.

Now, he is here with the head of Bai Chi!

Yuan Zhu's sleeping position tonight is fairly stable, unlike the previous few days and nights who could not sleep well.

The boy was lying on his side, curled up slightly, as if he was about to hug something, his hands clenched his fists, but his pale and beautiful face was frowned.

Lin Meng looked quietly for a while, and sighed in his heart.

This kind of thing did not happen to a teenager who was only fifteen or sixteen years old. Even if it happened to some seniors in their seventies, eighties or one hundred years old, it was enough to become the demon of his life, and might even be practicing because of this. At that time, he fell into a violent death.

This kind of thing has never been a minority, and Lin Meng is well aware of the pros and cons.

Just like Li Buming, one of the legends of the world, the sword and sword fairy Li Buming is regarded as the best in the world.

Once the sect was destroyed, only he and a few people were left to survive. Such a demon has not been lifted for two hundred years, and he has never rebuilt Wenjianzong.

However, Li Buming is a rare genius in the world. He has a strong heart and can turn grief and indignation into motivation. Not only did he not get into trouble because of this, but also prompted him to create a famous swordsmanship.

Hate the long sky, ask the sword sky, what is the life of the people!

Li Buming is one of the legends of Jianghu. Although Lin Meng didn't witness the swordsmanship he created, from many records, it can be seen that these swordsmanship is full of sadness and desolation.

You can see it just by the name of these sword moves.

Li Buming turned grief and anger and demon into the driving force for the path of cultivation, and turned it into questioning and anger against the will and destiny, prompting him to prove that the world's first sword immortal, the world's best man.

As for Yuan Zhu, Lin Meng didn't dare to have such a high hope for him. In the past few days, his demon has not been broken, and Lin Meng has strictly forbidden him to practice, because he is afraid that something will happen to him.

Now that the last item to relieve the demons came, Lin Meng could breathe a sigh of relief.

Just when Lin Meng wanted to wake Yuan Zhu, he saw Yuan Zhu as if convulsed in a dream, his body was constantly twisting and struggling on the bed, as if he was tightly bound by something.

His face also twisted fiercely, tears even dripped from the corner of his eyes, and a low, painful moan was heard in his mouth.

It's still deeply rooted in the disease, with a heart-ridden demon, and can't be quietly relieved in the dream!

Lin Meng sighed in his heart, silently said a pitiful word, and put his hand on Yuan Zhu's eyebrows, the power of the soul penetrated into the sea of ​​knowledge to help him stabilize the soul, escape the nightmare, and wake Yuan Zhu.

"Who!...Um!"

Yuan Zhu was disturbed by Lin Meng’s external force in his sleep. He was trapped by the nightmare and could hardly fall asleep. At this moment, he was shocked and immediately sat up from the bed to exclaim, but Lin Meng's mouth was tightly covered.

He didn't want anyone else to see him holding the head of the master of Yulin Gate appearing in Yuan Zhu's room.

The boy was tightly covered with his mouth, the boss with his eyes open, his face was terrified, and he struggled and shook his head.

"it's me!"

Lin Meng leaned his face close to Yuan Zhu, and called in a low voice in his ear.

Yuan Zhu used the moonlight to see the face in front of him clearly, and recognized Lin Meng's voice. The panic on his face gradually faded, but he was still uncertain.

Seeing Yuan Zhu calm down, Lin Meng let go of the hand covering Yuan Zhu’s mouth. It was only a moment’s effort, maybe it was too hard, and a red mark was pressed on Yuan Zhu’s face, in the pale jade complexion. Very conspicuous.

"Master? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Seeing that Lin Meng didn't want to stretch out, Yuan Zhu lowered his voice, frowning and asking.

Lin Meng was serious and serious at this time, Yuan Zhu recognized at a glance that it was not Anyang he was familiar with, and directly called the master.

Lin Meng nodded slightly, kept silent, and used his infuriating energy to form a flame, and lit the oil lamp on the side, which brightened Yuan Zhu's bedside a lot.

"Here is a gift for you."

Lin Meng smiled slightly.

"Gift? What gift must be given in the middle of the night?"

Yuan Zhu frowned even more puzzled.

"Of course it's the gift I just got."

Lin Meng grinned and lifted the head of Baichi, who had been carrying him behind his back, and carried it in front of Yuan Zhu.

"How is it? Do you like it?"

"This...this is!"

Yuan Zhu looked at the old head in front of him, his eyes suddenly widened, showing an unbelievable look, and he was about to exclaim.

Lin Meng hurriedly pointed his finger at his mouth and made a hissing sound, motioning Yuan Zhu not to say anything.

Yuan Zhu just closed his mouth abruptly without screaming, but he was gasping for breath, the shocked look in his eyes gradually turned into a look of excitement.

I saw the young man trembling and stretched out his hand, holding Bai Chi's head, his smile on his face became more and more mad, tears slipped from the corner of his eyes, his whole body was shaking slightly with excitement, and his mouth kept making ho-ho sounds.

"Oh, it seems he can't help it anymore."

Looking at Yuan Zhu's state, Lin Meng scratched his head helplessly and sighed. After handing the head of Bai Chi to Yuan Zhu, he printed a mysterious symbol or a totem-like thing with his hands pinching the Jue and pressed it toward the ground.

The symbol that was shining white light disappeared into the ground. At this moment, Lin Meng tilted his head and said:

"It's okay now, cry out loud if you want to cry or laugh, let's laugh!"