Chapter 530 Shell
Hei Wuchang asked me from the side, and I nodded. No matter how I looked at it, this thing was just an ordinary corpse.
I didn't see anything wrong. If there was something really wrong, I thought I should be able to see it a little bit.
Even if it's just a little bit, it shouldn't mean that nothing can be discovered.
I felt like I was blind at this moment, completely unaware of the key points.
Hei Wuchang shook his head at me and didn't elaborate further.
Instead, he patted my back and said something comforting to me.
"Go forward first, don't be afraid. With us by your side, we will not put you in danger. If anyone wants to mess with you, they must kill us first."
Indeed, I believe this, in order to prevent the last bus of Route 14 from becoming a hearse.
In order to prevent the spiritual world from becoming more chaotic, they will definitely defend me to the death.
I am the restricted area of their lives, or they really disappear from the world, which will force me to face those things head-on.
"Needless to say, I have my own hands and feet, and I can protect myself, so you can rest assured. I don't think I should make you worry that much."
I said helplessly that the tone in Hei Wuchang's words just now was as if I was such an unlucky guy.
In fact, I don't think I'm disappointed. Anyway, the tone of his words made me feel uncomfortable.
It's probably because my self-esteem has been bruised. I do feel like I'm being protected.
But I am not a useless person, I am the only descendant of Yizhuang sect.
Not to mention reviving the prestige of Yizhuang as a whole, but I must not let the entire Yizhuang fall into dust because of me.
"I know what you are thinking, but there is no need for you and us to worry so much. Just keep your heart in your stomach. You think we have a pretty good relationship with you."
Lin Hualong suddenly spoke and actually used the word "we" to describe him and black and white.
Does he have such a good relationship with Black and White Impermanence?
When he said this, I felt a little uncomfortable.
But I can't be serious with him because of this matter, so that I don't want to talk to him at all right now.
Maybe it was my attitude that made Lin Hualong sad. He obviously didn't finish half of the sentence, so he didn't say anything more.
We were speechless all the way to the entrance of the catacombs.
At the familiar but long-lost entrance to the underground tomb, I took a deep breath.
The last time I came in vertically, I went out sideways. Of course, this meant I was lying on the ground and being dragged out, not dead.
I'm very curious, if I had died at that time, what would the situation be like now?
Can the spiritual world still maintain peace?
In the human world, Jinsuo City has already become extremely rampant.
When I raised my head, I noticed that Black and White were looking at each other.
Maybe the two people have worked together for hundreds of years, so they have a tacit understanding.
I felt like they both understood each other without speaking, it was all in their eyes.
"There is a magic weapon in the underground tomb in Shan'ao Village. It is in the hand of that strange thing. He seems to be able to live forever, but he needs to constantly integrate people into his body. That thing used to be in the form of a sword. It has appeared, could it be the Qingping sword you are looking for?"
I asked tentatively, still trying to get something out of them.
Even though I knew it was impossible to get it out of their mouths.
But I still don't give up, I always have to give it a try to find out, just in case they are willing to tell me.
If you don't want to tell me anything, just admit that I'm not good enough.
I don't want to admit that I just can't do it. Who doesn't have great ambitions in my heart?
I want to be the great hero who saves the world. Even if I accidentally become strong, I am not that capable.
"We did detect the aura of Qingping Sword, but I think it is unlikely that Qingping Sword spread to the human world. It is most likely that it was taken away by the underworld."
The underworld should not be Fengdu in the spirit world, but there are some differences in the names. In fact, there shouldn't be much difference.
This is what I thought in my heart, but before I could say it out, what suddenly hit my nose was the strong smell of blood.
The smell of blood seemed to be lingering around my nose, and there was no way to dissipate it.
"Where does the smell of blood come from? It seems like there is a dead person nearby, or..."
I think of the huge pool of blood I saw in the underground tomb before.
Maybe that blood pool appeared, and we are around that blood pool now.
That's why there was an important and strong smell of blood. The blood pool was bottomless and bubbling in it.
Sometimes I wonder how many people must have been killed to create such a pool of blood.
No one can answer my question. Jin Suocheng will definitely not remember how many ordinary people he killed.
Sometimes I wonder why the power of the spiritual world should be allowed to decline.
On the contrary, it encourages the spirit's ability. Could it be that God is blind.
We really want to make the ordinary people in this world suffer and suffer, and even the spiritual messengers in the spiritual world will not be able to relax.
Maybe God feels that his life is too boring and needs a little excitement and passion, so he creates all kinds of troubles.
Add some fun to his dull life. If that's all, I find it hard to accept.
He would probably curse and fight to the death with this unfair heaven.
"There must be a huge blood pool around here, because we smell the smell of wronged souls. Those people said they were in so much pain and begged us to save them."
The expressions of the two Black and White Impermanence were very serious. It can be seen that they are extremely angry now.
But they can't show it, they can only suppress their anger with all their strength.
In order to avoid anger clouding their minds and doing something regretful under impulse.
At this time, the two of them can still remain calm. If it were me, I would have rushed to the front.
They heard the wronged souls complaining to them.
But I didn't hear it, but I can imagine that kind of scene.
There are countless souls rolling in the blood pool, they are wailing and screaming desperately.
Begging, people who can give them relief, or spirit messengers, want to ask for a quick death.
Even if they disappear from the world, it is okay.
"Can we save them? If we can, give them a hand. If not, just save the four of us first."