Otherworldly Merchant

I kept moving forward and never looked back.

It was quiet behind me and I didn't know how Pike was feeling.

The road ahead is still dark, and the light of the flashlight shines far away, leaving only a brief light.

After several consecutive turns along the aisle, I suddenly stopped to think of something.

That's not true!

When we were approaching the water, Hill once gave Lena a little copper ball in front of everyone, saying that if she encountered a real and irresistible danger, she would throw it out and be safe within three minutes, which everyone knew!

His intention was obvious, first, to give us a heartbeat pill, and second, to warn us not to distort Lina.

With Hill's strength, his personal gift of protection is certainly not easy!

Moreover, Pike had seen for himself how powerful the cross he had given William.

If Parker wants to hurt Lena, then this little bronze ball must be in his mind!

That means there are only two reasons why he dared to do this, either because Lina used the little copper ball during the time she was separated from us, or because Pike stole it.

From the scene of several killings, Lina didn't use it.

She and Fan Shong should have dropped off the cliff by surprise and killed the opponent before climbing up with flying claws.

That is, they did not use copper balls before they landed on the cliff.

If that were the case, Parker would never have done it.

So there's only one possibility left, and that little copper ball is on Pike.

He called himself a magician, and since he could buy a ring from William, stealing a little copper ball from Lena would be nothing.

So when I put the knife around his neck, the copper ball was on him.

What would he do if I really wanted to kill him?

Willing to die? Or start the little copper ball? Is this another trap?

When I think about it, I can't help but chill my back.

I pressed the Ghost Slasher knife and turned around to go back.

The magic cloth that Parker used to disguise as stone had already burned to ashes, and the blood on the ground had already dried up, but Parker had disappeared!

I've been chasing to the edge of the cliff and still haven't found it.

With his blood on him, he sacrificed another soul chaser charm, but the charm paper circled around me for three laps and then pounded out.

There are only two possibilities for this.

The first is that the person is dead, the soul dissipates, and cannot be traced at all.

The other is disturbed by more powerful forces, and the soul chaser can't break through the obstacle and can't help it.

Parker's skill was strange, but he had already tried it the day he gave me the ring. He couldn't do anything about yin and yang. The reason Lina said that everyone had cathode power was probably because of the ring that was poisoned by Dong Lao.

If that's the case, how can this soul chaser be invalid? Is he really dead?

But how did he die? Where did he die?

I followed the back and forth path with my flashlight, carefully checked it two or three times, and still found nothing.

Is it true what this guy said to me?

Pike and William, who the hell is lying?

These people not only have amazing abilities, intelligence, and acting skills, but they are also top notch masters. If you don't pay attention, you will become a fool and be turned around by people playing. This ship is full of people who can't believe anything but Karov, who can't really lie about practicing his spiritual work.

I was bored for half a day and still didn't come to a definitive conclusion and had to go back the same way.

The journey was calm and unimpeded. Don't say anything dangerous. There was not even a pebble on the road.

As he walked, a door appeared in front.

This door is strange, not circular or square, but personal.

That's right, it's the door to the personality!

His head, his arms, his legs, they all came through the stone wall.

When I walked up to the front, I stopped.

What kind of a portal is this? Someone broke through the raw, crushed stone walls!

The stone walls were more than two feet thick, and there was an arc-shaped crushed rock scattered over the ground inside, which was the perforation of the human figure.

Who did this? This is horrible!

I looked closely at the flashlight and finally recognized the owner who ran through the portrait door.

It's Taoist White Crane!

There is a long bar-shaped bump on the left shoulder, which is left by the handle of the sword, on the right hand side, there is a long rod-shaped extension, which is horse tail dust, a small round bag on the head, which is a tall pavement...

The sword was thrown on the sheath, on both sleeves, and you can see from this pattern how much the writing came off when he hit the wall.

I stared at the stone wall and looked at it so halfway that I woke up from consternation and continued to walk forward.

Four or five meters away, another footprint was found.

More than three inches deep into the stone, the sole of the ten square shoe is firmly stamped on the slab, which is incredibly clear.

Four or five meters apart, together again, this time on the right foot.

I swept back and forth, as if I had seen it with my own eyes, and I saw this in front of me.

White crane robe, must be snowy, long sleeves floating, one foot wearing stone, flying over the sky...

Well, that's the legendary Taoist fairy!

I couldn't help but look back and see the ancient sword in my backpack, dusty, full of surprises and surprises.

No wonder Jiang Daqi kept arguing for me to divide one of his treasures, Bai He Tao Dao so much, what is he carrying with him?

I'm going to make a fortune.

However, since the old Taoist treasure has fallen into my hands, I must live up to this opportunity, otherwise it is a great sin.

I followed the footsteps of the old Taoist mayor with joy and kept walking out forty and fifty meters. The ground suddenly changed its appearance.

There are messy rubbles everywhere, high and low tired of several hills, as can be seen from those broken stones, all Cyclops. It's exactly what we saw in the water, but it's all red.

On the surrounding walls are all sword marks, one by one, half a foot deep.

This is not caused by the sword being cut directly up, but by the sheathing of the sword.

The stone man broke into countless pieces, big and small, stacked on both sides of the layer, but still in the middle of the road, let alone stone, not even much dust.

From the mark stamped on the tablet, the elder mayor's footsteps did not stop at half an hour, and it seemed that the stone men had been chopped at will, waving at will.

Not to mention how difficult it is to do this, it is far more difficult to compare with this temperament and spill-over.