Otherworldly Merchant

As soon as I heard that, T-shirt men and I were stunned.

The old man knows my name!

Who the hell is he?

Does he also know the secrets Grandpa kept from me, like the ghost pies in Longquan Hills, what do they want?

“I guess...” The little girl saw us both talking and gave a little thought with a little finger, lighting me up: “That's you. ”

“Why?” I talked to her earlier by the blood pool, and I folded the paper cranes in her hand. I am more familiar with T-shirts than I am with T-shirts, and I have a sense of intimacy that comes close.

It feels strange, as if it was not born in my mind, but from an instinct of the body.

'Cause your blood smells better. ”The little girl swayed the paper crane, on the left wing of the paper crane, with the blood I accidentally rubbed on top.

“Smells better?” This adjective is strange, and I have to ask.

“Yeah.” The little girl nodded very seriously: "Your blood smells so good. ”

Speaking, he also subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

As soon as I heard that, I had to fight a cold war and take a step back.

“Don't be afraid.” The little girl saw my face slightly changed and some guilt shook her little hand, hurriedly explaining: “Grandpa wouldn't let me drink blood anymore, I'm just eating my brain now. ”

She might as well not explain!

“Uh, no...” She also seemed to realize something was wrong, shaking her little hand again, but she didn't know how to say it more clearly, so she threw her hand: “I'm not eating the living anyway.” Then continue moving forward.

Me and the T-shirt guy had a black face.

Drinking human blood, eating brains, not eating living people.

What is this little girl...

Suddenly, I think of a terrible possibility.

Is she a pussy?

Before and after the Qin dynasty, it was the most popular period of alchemy. After the death of each alchemist, he was said to bury a pair of boys and girls.

The method of martyrdom is extremely cruel: hang the child, make a small hole from the top of his head, then slowly pour it into hot lead water, and then seal the surrounding hole with mercury.

These children are offered voluntarily by their biological parents, but they also have to check the birth date and choose! In this way, they are said to be able to feather with the Alchemist, stand up and become fairies, not only can they get rid of themselves and change bones, but they can also benefit their relatives.

Though it is recorded in the Dan News Gazette, no one has ever really discovered it.

Most people think it's just a rumor, but in fact, so far, no one has exhumed the tombs of Alchemist from any of the Qin dynasties.

This little girl, who looks like she's only five or six years old, but has such amazing strength, and so much ice on her body, she has to remind me of this ancient legend.

And if the little girl is really a pussy, the old gray robe...

I fought a cold war so hard that I couldn't even think about it anymore.

But I've been haunted by the Pulse Magic Box, and the only thing to save is the Sword of Dusk, which is most likely in the hands of the old man.

Besides, I have a very important mission to attend to, and I can't just die.

As soon as I thought about it, I stopped being scared and followed the little girl forward.

The men's T-shirt is shady and holds the Eight Sided Chinese Sword tightly.

The stone room is also bright red, and the walls are lined with myriad dense, numb, strange lines, all cast from gold, golden and bright.

In the middle, there is a two-person lotus table with hundreds of gems of all colors embedded on and off the stage, creating a radiant lane of light.

Lotus was careful, sitting alone, or a skeleton.

The skull was extremely tall, almost as tall as a normal person, even sitting.

The pitch-black leather bag wrapped tightly around the skeleton, and two unusual people's pointed teeth protruded far beyond the lips, making the whole person look extraordinarily crisp, like a vampire.

The clothes on the skeleton have long been weathered and covered only with a golden red golden golden golden thread.

A long tube of white jade with a thick fist went deep into his heart and buried his other under the lotus table.

Looks like my guess with the T-shirt guy is true. This guy is the Yin Buddhist Kaiyama Master: The Great Dream Ghost.

Opposite this skeleton, the disc knee sits with an old man in a grey robe with a gray beard and an old black root in front of his knee, with a wide blade of rusty sword slanted in front of him.

Is this the sword of dusk?

“Grandpa, they're coming.” The little girl slipped up to the stage and grabbed the old man's sleeve like a jerk, she said.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at me and nodded his head slightly: “Well, much like when Yiuyang was young, he was just less arrogant and more profound. ”

“You know my grandfather?” I was half surprised and half glad to ask.

Now that he knows my grandfather, he's probably a friend.

Since the sword of dusk is in his hands, it is also at will to lift the curse of the Pulse Magic Box wrapped around me. In turn, it will lead us out of the ancient tomb. Perhaps he will give me two good things...

But the old man glanced at me and said, "If, decades later, someone asked you if you knew Winter Old, what would you say? ”

I was overshadowed, and that wonderful fantasy just disappeared.

How could he compare me to Old Dong to his relationship with Grandpa?

So... he was an enemy?

The T-shirt man sniffed and took a step forward, blocking me.

“Huh, just because you still want to protect him? It's not good enough.” The old man grunted, then gently raised his hand, the T-shirt man held his sword in his hand and flew out, bang deep into the tablet above the lobby, never had a blade handle!

The T-shirt man's eight-sided Chinese sword would have penetrated his heart long ago, but it would have been snatched away by the old man when he raised his hand?

Although we both knew that the elderly must not be so simple, we never thought it would be so terrible! I've only seen this kind of repair on Old Bald Tail Lee, and that's superior.