"What are you talking about!" Zhang Qin pouted and said angrily, "I don't look like a ghost." "No, I said you two weren't just talking." Mu Ziyun held back his words.
"What just happened? Just when we came to our senses, we realized that you had gone nowhere, so we started looking for you. Later we met them, and I even asked them about you." Zhang Qin walked back to support the old man, and then said to The old man said: "Grandpa Liu, please bear with me. I'll get you some medicine. Just take it and you'll be fine."
Mu Ziyun glanced at Enquan suspiciously, then glanced at the others three or four times, swallowed his words, walked over, and asked, "Dear friends, do you know the way out?"
"On the way out" the crowd suddenly became noisy, and someone said: "We are lost, yes, we are lost. You guys just know how to wander around and don't notice anything?" "We are all looking for it. If you can't find that thing, can you go back?" "That's right."
These people are so strange. I don't know if it's true or if their acting skills are too high. They seem to have just realized that they are lost. In short, Mu Ziyun felt that nothing was wrong, especially standing with Zhang Qin and Enquan who had just 'died'.
Zhang Qin gave the old man medicine, and the old man stood up. He staggered and was about to fall down. Mu Ziyun helped him catch him. "Why is this like this?" Zhang Qin looked at the medicine in his hand and blinked. "Even if my leg is broken, applying this medicine will make it half better. Is it broken?"
Mu Ziyun touched the old man's legs and found that both of his knees were deflected. He could barely stand for more than ten breaths. According to Mu Ziyun's opinion, this kind of injury was not a serious injury. He smashed out the bloody root. It can be restored by applying slurry water. After thinking for a while, he said to Zhang Qin: "Isn't your potion wrong?"
"You are the one who is lying. I use this medicine often and it never fails." "Oh, forget it, I'll do it."
Mu Ziyun helped the old man sit down, gently lifted his legs and elbows, took out a piece of Xuegen Naginata leaf, rubbed it back and forth with his palms, and then evenly applied the pulp and water on the old man's knees. "Old man, just endure the pain and you'll be fine in a while." "Oh, it's troublesome. The old man is actually an elder of the Bu Pumen. He came here just to find something. I didn't expect it to end up like this. Alas."
"Hey, elder, what are you looking for?" Mu Ziyun asked casually, but didn't expect him to say it.
"What are you looking for?" The old man's eyes became blurred and he muttered: "What am I looking for? I can't remember. I must find him. If he can't find me, he will never go out. I will die here."
Um? Mu Ziyun looked at the old man in surprise and thought to himself, this old guy from the Bu Pu Sect doesn't know what he is looking for? Could it be that what he is looking for is exactly the same as Zhang Qinen? Does Qingshanfeng know? Is it an extremely precious thing?
Just as he was thinking about it, he felt a burning sensation in his hand. It turned out that the blood root blade had worked. "Come on, elder, please stand up and try." Mu Ziyun said while helping him up. Unexpectedly, the old man fell again before he could stand firm.
Zhang Qin laughed and said, "Wow! Your medicine is so powerful that Grandpa Liu can't even stand for half a breath." Mu Ziyun didn't refute, and surprisingly touched the old man's knee, "Huh? He didn't recover. This doesn’t make sense, elder, your legs”
"Oh, it's okay. I'm holding on. Thanks a lot, little brother. By the way, which sect are you from?" "Well, my name is Yunhu, from Chashan."
As soon as he heard that he was a disciple of Chashan, the old man's face immediately showed contempt, but since he helped him, he couldn't go too far. He grinned, and the old man said favorably and walked to the side of the stone wall to sit down. Mu Ziyun didn't feel bad. When he heard that he was from the Bu Pu sect, he didn't want to help him. This would save trouble.
Mu Ziyun had no intention of paying attention to the remaining people. He thought about it in his mind. Whether it was the elders of the Bu Pu Sect or Zhang Qin Enquan and others, it was incredible that their auras did not reach the highest level. Knowing that Mu Ziyun came in fearfully, he might still be far behind the leader, but he was far stronger than these people. It was really not that far away.
Take Enquan as an example. Zhang Qin always said that he was a master, but Mu Ziyun checked and found out that in terms of martial arts level, he could only rank in the top twenty of the North Gate on Qingshan Peak, but he could not enter the top ten, or even ten. Five, where does he have the confidence to break in here and look for something?
"Quiet, let me say a few words." In the corner, a masked man without shoes stopped everyone. He picked a fire made of fire talismans and said coldly: "Why do I think you guys look like this?" Idiot." As soon as he finished speaking, someone became angry, and the masked man waved his hand to signal them to stop talking.
Then, he went on to say: "Whether you believe it or not, I know that some of you have died." When others heard this sentence, they were suspicious, but when they came to Mu Ziyun, they were shocked. Died? What do you mean, this person is a ghost. Involuntarily, Mu Ziyun stared at Zhang Qin and Enquan.
The masked man ignored everyone's words and said, "I know this is ridiculous, but I know that I died once not long ago, in the cemetery." The surrounding area became quiet, and the flames became weaker and weaker.
"I am very confused and my mind is very messed up. I should be dead. I remember clearly who killed me." As he spoke, the masked man slowly lifted up his robe.
Seeing that face, Mu Ziyun's legs staggered subconsciously, ready to take action. That person was none other than Zuo Zhiwei, who had a grudge against Mu Ziyun for disfigurement. Zuo Zhiwei had long recognized Mu Ziyun, stared at him fiercely, and then lost his energy after a moment.
He lowered his head and said, "I'm dead, I'm sure of it. No matter who used the means to make me like this, I will never spare him."
"You" if you say that Mu Ziyun doesn't care about others and doesn't believe it, then Zuo Zhiwei's performance made him fall into deep thought. Who is Mu Ziyun? He is the person who ruined Zuo Zhiwei's face. He will not stop until he fights to the death. But Zuo Zhiwei in front of him covers his head in distress. This depressed look is really... It's unimaginable.
Zuo Zhiwei patted his head, his head felt hot and painful. He hit the stone wall a few times before he felt much better. He gritted his teeth and said slowly: "Damn it, you idiots, how can there be anything? You know what you are looking for." ? Ha, it’s all fake, you have become puppets.”
"What nonsense are you talking about?" the old man scolded angrily. "I have spent my whole life looking for this thing. How can I not know what I am looking for?"
Zuo Zhiwei sneered and replied: "Then tell me, what are you looking for." "I, I'm here." The old man blushed and prevaricated for three or four words, but couldn't explain the reason, but his mouth remained tough: "I don't have to tell you, junior." He snorted and left without looking back, holding on to the stone wall.
The remaining people didn't know what to do when they saw this scene. A young man stepped forward and said, "You mean we are all dead? Impossible. I know very clearly whether I am alive or not. As for looking for things, I have been thinking about it since I had it." I’m looking for you.” After saying that, he waved his hand and left.
The remaining people left one after another. Zhang Qin pulled Mu Ziyun's sleeve and said, "Let's go. This is a lunatic. I'm afraid the things inside will be frightened." Mu Ziyun glanced at the two of them sadly. , said: "You guys should go first. There are some things I can't figure out. I'll think about it later."
"You won't believe what he said." Zhang Qin said anxiously: "We have been together all the time, and we were only separated for a little while. If we died, wouldn't we know?" "Oh," Mu Ziyun said with a smile on his face. : "I'm not stupid. I don't know if I'm alive or not? Hey, let's go. I'll take a rest. If you don't hurry up, they will find your things."
As soon as things were mentioned, Enquan and Zhang Qin had anxious expressions on their faces. After thinking for a while, they said, "Okay, just be careful." When they left, Zhang Qin gave a few worried words.
After they left, Mu Ziyun came to Zuo Zhiwei and whispered: "I believe you, I saw some people died and then came back to life." Zuo Zhiwei stood up suddenly and kicked Mu Ziyun. Yun blocked it with all his strength, and his arm was painfully shaken.
Zuo Zhiwei gritted his teeth and said, "I can't wait to cut you into pieces with a thousand knives."
