Otherworldly Merchant

Almost at the same moment, the T-shirt man's fingers finally touched the Eight Sided Han Sword.

Clicking, the thunder flashed, a brilliant light rushed out of the sword and into his body.

The T-shirt man shouted out loud, rose up, used his spare effort to sweep the sky needle and pounded on me.

Hundreds of unscathed needle rain brushed all over his back.

When he shouted, the Han sword fell.

And I'm intact, protected by him!

I don't know what toxin is fed on the needle. At the same moment when the needle fell, the T-shirt man's face was blue and red wire, like a serpent, spread around, making the face I was familiar with when it paused terribly.

“Nine... Jiulin, you, you must live, live...” The T-shirt man moved his purple and black lips and squeezed out the last word with extreme difficulty, and then his head drowned on my shoulder.

Senior Mouse, White Eyebrow Zen Master, Master Phoenix, T-Shirt Man.

They're all trying to save me...

Seeing a T-shirt man so miserable, my heart ached as if those steel needles were not stuck in his back, but in my heart.

Uncontrolled tears burst out.

But at this moment, I'm not only powerless, I can't even move.

Is that the only way I can watch him die?

I settled my heart, tried to accumulate for a long time, and finally developed a little strength, pounding out the green vine leaves contained under my tongue.

I saw the blades fall right in the mouth of the T-shirt man, and that's all I got. Then, he fainted because of the exhaustion of his energy.

I don't know how long it's been since I woke up out of a mystery.

It was dark all around, and I floated empty in the void, unable to distinguish the direction, as if time had stood still.

Just as I lost my mind, I was about to be submerged in this infinite darkness, and suddenly a cry came from afar.

The call was very light, very blurry, and I couldn't hear it at all.

But he was like a green bud in a million miles of sand, like a candlelight in an endless night, creating an instinctive sense of kindness that forced me to approach the past independently.

The call kept ringing, and I got closer and closer and finally heard it.

“Jiulin, Jiulin...”

The voice was familiar and friendly, and my heart trembled and beat again slowly.

In the endless darkness in front of us, a bright, somewhat dazzling light was drawn across. I only looked forward to seeing a very tall Buddha statue, and then I fainted again.

I woke up confused again after not knowing how long.

This time, I completely regained consciousness and remembered everything: I was in the demonic valley of Siberia, in the tomb of the ice plain blood hole, Master Phoenix died to save me, T-shirt man to save me...

When I thought about it, I woke up violently, trying to get up, and suddenly I felt the ground was soft, and I was still trembling.

My whole body was soft and soft, without a little strength, but my ears heard a profound call after a while: “Jiulin, Jiulin...”

It's a T-shirt man!

He's fine, he's not dead!

My heart warmed up, but I still didn't have the strength to respond to him, let alone open my eyes.

As my heart kept beating, I slowly built up my strength and opened my eyes before realizing I was lying on the back of a T-shirt man.

He bent over slightly, took extremely difficult steps forward, and kept calling my name.

This is no longer a mirror labyrinth, but a small oil lamp still shines on both sides of the stone wall.

Oil lamps are miserable, not very bright, and can only illuminate about two meters.

Next to us are pairs of big feet, all carved from black stone, each as long as two meters.

A very stinky smell came out of the back of the T-shirt man, stuck in my nostrils, black blood, stained his clothes pitch-black, sticky to his body.

He blocked hundreds of poison needles for me, but the wounds were real.

“Jiulin, nine... cough...” The T-shirt man still kept calling, suddenly coughing out loud, then spit out a breath of blood, and his body even trembled.

But he still grabbed me tightly, afraid I'd fall off his back.

I've known a T-shirt man for so long, I've never seen him so weak, so badly hurt!

“Jiulin, Jiulin...” The T-shirt man coughed for a while and shouted continuously.

Although I woke up, I was still extremely weak, not only could I not move, but I did not have the strength to respond. But my tears didn't rush out and hit the T-shirt man on the shoulder.

The T-shirt man seemed to have noticed, turning around and shouting with great surprise: "You're finally awake! ”

At this time, he was overwhelmed, his hair was very messy on his forehead, and the dust on his face was washed with sweat, as if it were a messy river beach after the flood. The blood on his mouth was still not dry and his neck was running along his chin. But his eyes were bright and full of joy.

“Mm-hmm.” I nodded strongly, making a slight noise from my nostrils.

“Wonderful!” The T-shirt man was very excited to scream, then turned his head and continued to struggle forward.

“You removed the toxin from me with that blue vine leaf. When I woke up, I suddenly realized one thing.” The T-shirt man walked and said to me in a dull voice: "Now that the noise is so fierce, it must have come from the center of the tomb, which is the red-area we're going to. ”

“In other words, the direction of the sound is the right path. ”

Boom!

Just as we talked, a strange noise came from the dark corridor behind us.