Infinite World Projection

This thought flashed through Song San's mind, and he fell into thinking there.

Even if he is amazed by the demeanor of the person in front of him, there are still basic judgments.

Such an elegant person can't be an ordinary person, or even if it is, it can be said no with the other's face.

The clothes worn by the other party are also very luxurious and unusual.

Such characters should live in the deep palace and enjoy honor. Why are they here?

Various thoughts arose in Song San's mind, thinking quickly in his mind.

Only in the end, he stretched out his hand and rescued the person.

No matter what, the identity of this person is not unusual, and it may be risky to save him, but it may also be exceptionally rich in return.

In Song San's situation, if he doesn't seize this opportunity, when can he really stand up?

So after thinking about it again and again, he chose to step forward and save him.

On the way home, he was cautious all the way, for fear of being seen by others.

Fortunately, at this moment, everyone is looking for the so-called fairy fate. Coupled with the torrential rain just now, many people hide from the rain everywhere, and there are not many people left outside.

Song San took the small road all the way back, without any accident.

Taking the mysterious boy back, Song Sanzheng wanted to change him into a pair of clean clothes, but he was taken aback.

In a short period of time, all the stains on the boy's body had disappeared, and even the traces of dirt before him disappeared, as if they did not exist at all.

He was awe-inspiring, and he had realized something at this time.

In order to verify the guess in his heart, he thought for a while and took out a knife from the corner of the room.

The knife is made of iron and looks very old, with some rust on it, but it has many uses.

Song San held the knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and lightly slashed the boy's wrist.

The icy blade and the young man's wrist interlaced, leaving only a shallow scratch, nothing else.

Next, Song San continued to exert force.

A strange scene happened.

No matter how hard Song San tried, the boy's body remained motionless, let alone injured, even the skin was not broken.

He is like an invulnerable god. No matter how hard Song San tried, he couldn't hurt him at all. On the contrary, he was exhausted.

Sitting on the head of the bed, looking at the juvenile Bibairuyu, his wrist as supple as before, Song San wondered if it was stronger than armor.

He has already used the strength of feeding, but still can't move a bit, let alone bleeding, he can't even break his skin.

This kind of anomaly is enough to explain something.

"Xianyuan..."

Song San's eyes lit up, and at this time he finally confirmed his guess.

This young man is not extraordinary, his origins are extraordinary.

Maybe... is related to the previous vision?

"It may be dangerous, but for me, there is no better choice..."

Song San looked at the boy's appearance, thinking to himself.

He actually knew the danger of this.

Having fairy fate does not mean it is a good thing, especially in this case.

If the other party is a gangster who will avenge revenge on him after he wakes up, then he will be unlucky for being a mortal.

But there is no way.

He has a low status and a difficult situation. If he doesn't seize the opportunity to take a fight, when will he get rid of the predicament in front of him?

For a mortal like him, the opportunity to change his life has not been encountered many times in his life. Now that he has encountered it, he must not let it go.

Besides...

Song San looked at the appearance of the young man, the appearance like a god descending into the world, and the unique temperament that came out of his heart, which made people feel close unconsciously, and he couldn't help but be sure.

Although judging people by appearance is a bit superficial, the immortal in front of him does not look like an evil person.

Maybe, a good person?

From this day on, Song San began to understand the profound things in a simple way.

After leaving on weekdays, he would lock his door to prevent anyone from entering. Even if he left, he would not leave too far, for fear of being discovered by others.

Of course, what he didn't do was too obvious, otherwise there would be no silver three hundred taels.

He is thoughtful, and the layout is not bad. At least for the time being, not many people have noticed his abnormality. At most, he just feels that Song San has been lazy recently and will go home to rest at every turn.

Time passed slowly, not shifted by any will.

What disappointed Song San was that after half a month had passed, the fairy on the bed still showed no sign of waking up.

Usually there is no reaction at all.

This can't help but feel a little discouraged.

The only advantage is that this immortal seems to be asleep like a living person, but he doesn't need to drink water to eat, and he can maintain his previous appearance without Song San worrying about it.

If this is not the case, according to Song San's condition, if the family opens their mouths more, I am afraid that he will be directly poor.

"Half a month..."

The night is dim, shrouding the surrounding world, making the whole world look deep to the side, with no sight of the slightest sight.

As usual, Song San walked out of the house after seeing the immortal and came outside.

Today is a special day. The villagers all around gather to worship the local mountain gods and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

For the monotonous mountain people, this day is a rare and lively day.

The sound of drums skipped it, oscillating continuously, and some figures were moving around, dancing various dances.

Song San looked sleepy, but those around him looked energetic.