The wind is as cold as a knife and heavy snow falls on my head,
The blind man suddenly found that he was back in Frost Flag Town, the place where he first arrived.
But he seemed to have forgotten many things and could not remember many things.
There was a beautiful woman in front of her. She looked familiar, but I still couldn't remember who it was.
She looked at the blind man anxiously, then rushed over and slapped Qin Xiya: "Wake up, Qin Xiya! Bell is still waiting for you to save him!"
"The shopkeeper?" The blind man covered his face, heard the voice, and recalled it.
She was the one who asked her to save Lingdang. She was about to die and she couldn't save her.
"Recovered? Wake up as soon as you come to your senses! Get the bell back for me quickly!" She grabbed the blind man's collar impatiently.
She used all her strength to push the blind man out: "This is no place for living people! Go back here!"
She shed tears again: "Please, I must save Lingdang, I must save her. You can't die. What will Lingdang do if you die..."
She is Li Lingyu, she is Lingdang's sister.
The blind man was pushed out.
[Revival of spiritual energy? ! : Experiencing the spiritual energy recovery event in this world (3/1)
Comment: She has always been "protecting" her sister. 】
Is it a dream?
He didn't know clearly, but he knew that he still wanted to save Lingdang,
He nodded solemnly to Li Lingyu and made the same promise as before.
Looking back, I ran through the wind and snow, and then ran into the nights and days,
Hands rose from the ground one after another, grabbing his feet in the alternation of black and white, grabbing, grabbing, pulling, climbing up, pulling...
"You're not allowed to leave! You deserve to die too!"
They, and they, were all killed by the blind man.
"Get the hell out of here!" the blind man struggled.
But the mud beneath his feet turned into a swamp of human hands. Hands stretched out from behind, grabbing his arms, shoulders, legs, waist and abdomen, and strangling his neck...
It was as if he was overwhelmed by these hands.
[Revival of spiritual energy? ! : Experiencing the spiritual energy recovery event in this world (4/1)
Comment: You should kill them again. 】
Where is my knife? ! ! ! Where is my knife? ! ! ! Where's the knife? ! ! ! !
He remembered, his knife shattered,
Crushed by Wu Zhongxian.
If you don't have a knife and can't cut it, it doesn't matter.
Because he still has hands and feet,
He struggled hard in these hands, he still had teeth, he was biting desperately, trying to break through these hands,
The hands behind him still didn't let go of him, as if he was doing useless work.
"I still want to save Lingdang, I still want to save Lingdang..." He kept repeating and struggling,
But it is also gradually being pulled down.
then···
"Boy, where is your knife?" There was another familiar voice, and there was a bright sword light,
The hands behind him and the swamp under his feet were all cut open by this knife.
The middle-aged blind man with full beard put away the knife.
"Master...Master?!" The blind man recognized it.
Cheng Bing was really young when he was young.
The old blind man didn't answer, but seemed to accept this title by default.
He said: "Xi Ya, keep running back."
"Master, I miss you so much." The blind man walked towards Cheng Bing, with tears in his eyes.
When he first arrived, he and the old blind man kept each other warm, received the old blind man's care and concern, and was taught the martial arts that are the foundation of life. They got along day and night, like a master or a father.
If the master was still here, would he be less tired? He also wanted to have a long talk with his master and drink wine together.
But the master has left, and he can no longer drink with him.
"Keep running back, this is not the place you should be." Cheng Bing turned his back, leaving a knife mark on the ground and cutting off the road leading to him.
Those ghost hands reappeared, and the old blind man slashed out again,
He cut off the path for these dead ghosts to pursue Qin Xiya, his disciple.
The old blind man didn't want to, but he still turned around, and the two blind men, one big and one small, faced each other.
"Xi Ya, as a master, I am really lucky to have such a good disciple like you in the last few years before my death." Cheng Bing's tone was full of pride.
After saying that, he drew his sword and killed the evil spirits who showed their figures under the sword.
The blind man could only reach out his hands in vain to try to stay, but he could not get closer.
The little blind man could only kneel down and kowtow to the old blind man's back.
"Master, let's go!"
The old blind man raised his sword, strode forward, drew the sword and put it back, put it away and drew it out.
He is killing these evil spirits who are hindering his disciples.
[Revival of spiritual energy? ! : Experiencing the spiritual energy recovery event in this world (5/1)
Comment: Your master has always been proud of you. 】
The blind man wiped away his tears and continued running back.
He ran and ran, through snowy nights, across rivers, across lakes and seas, through cities he had visited before, and his ears were filled with the sound of tinkling bells.
Either crisp or dull, joyful or cheerful, every sound is filled with the mood of the girl who cannot speak.
He ran to Jianye and saw a family of three.
The three people worked together to push the blind man forward: "Run forward! Don't look back! Miss Bell is still waiting for you!"
Yang Yunhu waved his hand and shouted: "Don't come again!"
Chen Yun and Yang Xiaotao leaned forward: "Young Master Qin, we must save Miss Lingdang!"
[Revival of spiritual energy? ! : Experiencing the spiritual energy recovery event in this world (6/1)
Comment: A family of three doesn't want to blame you, but a family of three wants to ask: 'You clearly meant "playing", didn't you? ', they can't change it now, they just hope you can be safe with Lingdang. 】
He ran and ran, and the scenery around him changed, fading away all the colors and dispersing all the lines.
Only pure darkness remained.
The blind man was no longer imprisoned in the dark realm of his eighteen years of life. He rushed into the darkness and continued running.
In front of that darkness, are two groups of light, one large and one small?
He ran over and found that the small ball of light was a little doll that looked similar to himself, tearing and biting the other "self".
That "self" was dressed in white, letting the little doll tear him apart. He didn't look strong, but very weak.
"Wouldn't it be better to give your body to me? Am I not you anymore?" Bai Yi asked, an incomplete carapace appeared on his body, but it was broken into pieces when bitten by the little doll, and cracked when touched.
He remembered that the small one was a gong spirit, and the big one was...a demon.
The blind man remembered everything.
Qin Xiya shook his head: "I will save Lingdang myself."
"But you even broke the knife." The demon sneered.
The blind man pounced on the demon, held him down, and slit his throat like a knife with his finger.
"Don't I still have you?"
"Oh, you are overpowering me now, but one day, I will overpower you, and then we will see who eats up who."
"You must die." The blind man sneered and added another finger of the knife.
The darkness dispersed.
It seems that the larvae has broken open the egg shell and welcomed the light.
He woke up.
"Put me down! I'm going to save Bell!"
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"It's good to have thunder in your sleeves, but you can't." Wu Zhongxian commented,
Xiao Lei in the distance had a broken leg and an arm.
Later, he commented on Duan Xin: "If you haven't mastered Canshen Quan, neither can you."
"You are not even qualified to die in my hands."
Duan Xin spat blood and just looked at the steamer. His one arm was gone, and now he only had two legs left.
"You're such a bastard, I can't beat you, but you have the guts to release the people in the steamer and put me in!" Duan Xin coughed a few times and cursed.
When he was a child, Duan Xin hated his own powerlessness and could only watch the villagers being killed. After that, he did not kill the old, weak, women, children, sick people, and pregnant women because every time he saw these people, he would think of his former villagers.
Those tragic deaths were a nightmare that would linger in his life, and he would spare no effort to save the elderly, weak, women, children, sick and pregnant women.
Because rescuing them and them is like rescuing someone you once knew.
Duan Xin doesn't like his name, and if he loses three gold coins, how can he still have money?
Without money, how can we rebuild our hometown and equip it with enough force to resist a large number of bandits?
Fortunately, it was almost done. He could make one last sum of money and retire.
But I met Wu Zhongxian,
Now, he has lost one arm and his strength.
Now, I want to exchange my life for the life of the person in the steamer.
Because he doesn't want the past to resurface.
"You? You are a firebrand. We don't want to be able to bite off more than we can chew today." Wu Zhongxian shook his head, "But your eyes look good, maybe you can be a good appetizer."
He walked towards Duan Xin, stretched out three fingers,
But unexpectedly, a pure white knife blocked three fingers and cut his palm.
A figure with an elegant and slender but strong figure stood in front of him.
That's a demon,
Also blind.
