The tombkeeper seemed to be in a state of panic, staring blankly at Wang Ye, motionless and silent.
It seems that he has made up his mind not to answer you anything.
...
"Senior, I really respect the elderly."
Wang Ye had a headache and scratched his head, as if he had inadvertently exposed the clock tattoo on his arm.
Xiao'an Temple.
The bell that seals evil thoughts.
If nothing unexpected happens, this should be the sealing method left by Shan Nian at that time, and it should be of... great use to him.
It seemed to confirm Wang Ye's judgment.
The moment he saw Wang Ye's tattoo, the tombkeeper couldn't sit still. His eyes followed Wang Ye's arm up and down, like...a cat attracted by the cat stick.
His eyes were as wide as bells.
"The hand...was...hidden...by...I...came."
The tombkeeper said without hesitation, but he probably had not communicated normally with people for many years, so it was a bit difficult to speak.
Wang Ye smiled with satisfaction: "Senior, where are you hiding?"
"I don't know."
The tombkeeper's eyes fell into chaos for a second, but he soon came to his senses. He glanced at Wang Ye with a meaningful glance, and his subsequent words almost missed Wang Ye's waist.
This guy...
Is the king's left hand worth more than this clock in the eyes of the tombkeeper?
I do not believe!
Wang Ye rolled up his sleeves completely, looked at his arms seriously, and kept mumbling in a weird way.
"Gee, this tattoo is so pretty."
"Hey, it doesn't seem like a tattoo. It can be taken out."
"I don't know what the clock does."
"At that time, I saw that I was ruined by that evil thought. I was thinking about my old love and my original master, so I tried my best to escape from him. It's a pity."
"Master doesn't want you anymore."
Listening to Wang Ye's strange words, the tombkeeper smiled.
Only this time the smile was... full of human figures.
The feeling that the previous tombkeeper gave Wang Ye was that he seemed to have trouble using his brain. He was stupid, slow to react, and had a stiff expression. Even when he spoke...
wrong!
This old guy was talking like clockwork just now, but when he said the three words "I don't know", he was so fluent.
Wang Ye took two sharp steps back and looked at the tombkeeper again.
"Thank you for traveling thousands of miles to send my wisdom back."
The gravekeeper said with a smile on his face and a soft voice.
At this time, he looked like a real old man, at least he looked very agile and not awkward.
Wang Ye:? ? ?
Vaguely, he seemed to have thought of something.
"You should have guessed it."
"In order to seal away evil thoughts, I separated most of my spiritual wisdom and hid it in the clock."
"The evil thoughts are too cunning. I don't dare to use the formation. As long as it is a dead thing, there will eventually be flaws."
"Originally, when evil thoughts came out, I should have been destroyed. Only this body and a little bit of intelligence were left, surviving in the world like a zombie."
"Complete the instructions I gave before mechanically."
"It's a good thing you rescued me."
The tombkeeper looked around, sat on the rocking chair, and carefully explained what happened.
Wang Ye was numb.
In one day, I seemed to have made two trips in vain.
Isn't this Baba's door-to-door delivery of express delivery? Or is it the kind that doesn't charge express delivery fees?
Even the first company not only didn't pay for the express delivery, but also paid for the express delivery themselves.
Did he really change from a ghost messenger to a postman?
Wang Ye cursed in his heart.
"What I'm more curious about is what secrets there are in that left hand."
"In two more months, that hand will recover!"
"When something goes wrong, a whole city will die. The impact is so great that even if you are an elder, I have to take away my left hand today!"
Wang Ye took a deep breath and his expression gradually became serious.
No matter what the tombkeeper said, he had helped him after all when he was weak.
Including the bit of wax oil he scraped off and the table legs, they were all things that saved his life at that time, so Wang Ye was grateful to the tombkeeper.
This is why he acted so shamelessly after arriving.
Not awkward.
You can use the steps to take things away without asking what your purpose is or pursuing them, as long as it's a matter of course.
But now, it is equivalent to being put on the table abruptly.
After the tombkeeper's spiritual intelligence returned, his IQ was obviously on the line. He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I really have no selfish motives. The reason why I took that left hand into custody in the first place was simply to prevent this thing from running out and harming people."
"But then this thing..."
The expression of the tombkeeper became a little strange.
Wang Ye frowned and did not interrupt, quietly waiting for the tombkeeper's next words.
"Later, what should I say..."
"Didn't I go to suppress evil thoughts? This body is guarding the left hand, but the remaining spiritual wisdom is a bit stubborn and believes that the instructions I left are to suppress ghosts, many ghosts."
"So I collected them everywhere and stuffed them all into this suburban cemetery."
"Then it attracted the attention of the leader of your Tian team."
"When he realized that there were good things inside, he wanted to move it away, but he couldn't touch it easily. He had self-protection and wit. When I lost my intelligence, there was nothing I could do."
"But your team leader is really..."
It seemed that he was still slowly digesting the images and memories left in his mind, and even he couldn't help but feel a little bit confused.
Never seen such a person.
"He holds a small knife and comes every now and then to bleed the hand, and he also absorbs the spiritual power emanating from the hand."
"And the technique is very professional. Only a small opening is made each time to ensure that the protective mechanism of the left hand cannot be triggered."
"It seems...a lot of greed."
...
It's Li Xinghe's style.
Wang Ye understood instantly.
No wonder, Li Xinghe's strength has improved rapidly in the past few years.
No wonder he knew so much about suburban cemeteries that even Li Hongtian evolved here.
It's no wonder that during the fight to the death, he can pull the tombkeeper over to help.
He even knew some information about heaven.
After working on it for a long time, the root cause is here.
but...
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment.
In Room 404 of Qinyuan Community, what was hanging on the wall at that time was a severed hand.
He had always thought it was the king's right hand.
But now that I think about it...
He wasn't sure about this kind of thing.
If that cross stitch is embroidering a left hand...
Wang Ye shuddered a little and decisively interrupted his train of thought.
That’s too much information.
As expected, I haven't been normal recently. Everything I see every day feels suspicious.
