Mu Ziyun's whole body was twitching. Kite took out a small porcelain bottle from her arms and poured out a few straw pills. This was one of the results of her many days of practice in Huangdu. After Mu Ziyun swallowed it, she immediately spit out the acid water, but she was only conscious. After more than ten breaths, the convulsions started again. Everyone was at a loss, but the man came closer. After squatting down, he looked at him and said, "I'm afraid this boy has been possessed by a witchcraft." Then he shouted to the slaves behind him, "Invite Mr. Bian."
Not long after, a white-haired old man came with a stick. He only looked at Mu Ziyun and said, "This guy's body is unclean and contains evil things."
The man said: "Look, what I said is right, there really is a ghost."
"Save her quickly." Lingdang begged.
The man said: "This is a distinguished guest in my house. How can I do it easily? However, the price is negotiable."
Unexpectedly, the white-haired old man said: "The doctor's kindness, since I saw it, I can't ignore it." After saying that, he drew a circle of light on the top of Mu Ziyun's head with his finger, and immediately hundreds of thumb-sized "little people" appeared. "Falling down, they only stood on Mu Ziyun's body for a while, and then "drilled" in. Mu Ziyun felt a burst of warmth, as if a warm current washed over his whole body, and then he opened his eyes and regained consciousness immediately. He recovered, but only one of the hundreds of little people who went in climbed out in embarrassment, and said something to the old man, but it was not human language.
The white-haired old man said: "The evil in this young man is so strong that I am no match for him."
"Ah?" the man said, "Even you can't do it. Is there anyone in the world who can do it?"
The old man said quietly: "I'm afraid only Mr. Yan can solve it."
"Isn't this nonsense?" the man said helplessly, "Where can I find him? I see, this kid is hopeless. Hey kid, tell me where my daughter is before you die!"
Ling Dang glared at him with a murderous look, and the man smiled flatteringly: "Little girl, you are so evil. If you meet Mr. Yan, you may even be the scum left."
Mu Ziyun's lips turned white and he was weak. He looked at the man and asked, "What's your name?"
"Sir, my surname is Cheng Que, and my single name is the word '东'." Cheng Quedong said with a smile, "You still don't know my name."
"Cheng Quedong, please listen to me. Your precious daughter has passed through the gate and has become a legend in our world. You will never see her again in this life." Mu Ziyun ignored Cheng Que. Instead of being angry, Dong looked at him with a sneer and continued: "Your daughter must have suffered so much resentment that she would rather change the world and live the most ordinary life than be your daughter."
Cheng Quedong's face darkened, and Mr. Bian also looked at him and asked, "Has Miss Seven not been found yet?"
Cheng Qedong sighed with a wry smile, as if he had looked away from the world for an instant, and he replied: "Actually...she has been gone for more than ten days. That guy Fang Yi is really brave, but his strength is only that much." , I can’t do it without leaving traces, I know... they entered the ‘realm’ gate, and the reason they are still being looked for is, hey, I just want to give myself some comfort.”
Lingdang said angrily: "Then you are still making things difficult for us."
"Who told you to hear about my daughter? Haha, how I wish she had not entered the 'realm gate', how I wish it was really you who kidnapped her. The little girl was forced to leave by me, but she was let go by her mother. I know that I am not strong, but I am a cultivator after all. The only one who can deceive me in Zhengyu City is my wife. Hey, our daughter can't help herself. How can marriage be a trivial matter? 'Jian' The fourth prince of the country has fallen in love with his daughter, but she has been hanging out with that poor boy Fang Yi since she was a child. The two guys have made a secret love for life behind my back. Hey, they can’t stop them. No matter if they run away or they run away, my family My little girl, can you live well in that world?"
Ling Ding hesitated for a moment, then snorted and said, "Don't mention how wonderful it is. With a family full of children and grandchildren, a wide range of followers, and a legend throughout the continent, I don't know how many times better it is than your daughter."
Cheng Qedong laughed loudly, patted his belly and said happily: "Fortunately, that bastard has a conscience and did not treat my daughter badly... As a father... I can feel at ease." He looked free and easy, but in fact he turned around and secretly Wipe away bitter tears.
A young boy rushed in from outside the door. He knelt down in front of Cheng Quedong in a panic and reported: "Master, there is something moving in the sky! Please go out and take a look."
Everyone ran out the door, and Ling Ding supported Mu Ziyun to move slowly. They saw a rune pattern drawn by light beams spread out on the dark blue sky. After seeing it, Mr. Bian exclaimed that it was wonderful, and said: "This picture should be It has a history of more than 10,000 years. Look at the pattern on its south corner. Humans cannot draw it. Do you have paper? I want to write it down."
Everyone also wanted to see some clues from the talisman diagram that day, but only Mu Ziyun raised his head and his eyes oozed blood. In his eyes, they were just a fox and a rabbit. Phantoms appeared in front of them. The whole world became evil. Suddenly, his forehead was lightly tapped by a finger. Mu Ziyun instantly regained his consciousness, and Mr. Bian looked at him with a smile and said: "Young man, defeat it, you are you, it is it." , if you are not you, it will not only be it, but if you are still you, it will always be it."
Mu Ziyun said in fear: "I don't know what happened to me. I don't know when I fell into the evil spell. Please give me some advice, sir."
Mr. Bian shook his head with a smile, put his finger on Mu Ziyun's heart, and said: "A person needs to work hard for a lifetime to be good, but to do evil, he only needs one thought. Calm down, young man." Mr. Bian's hand slowly Slowly moving up, it hit Mu Ziyun's forehead. A Sanskrit sound appeared in Mu Ziyun's mind. It was a scripture with a total of 178 words. Mu Ziyun only had half a cup of tea from listening to back. Miraculously, after reciting the scriptures, Mu Ziyun's eyes returned to normal, and his mind became extremely clear.
Mu Ziyun felt relaxed all over, and he immediately admired the old man opposite him. He bowed and said, "Old sir, thank you for saving me."
"Hahaha, young man, you are too violent and destined to be a imperfect person, but there is still no problem in being a kind-hearted person."
"I have evil intentions and I'm going to kill a lot of people."
"How you choose is your business, but when I advise you to do evil, think twice about what to do if you want to do good. By the way, reading that passage often will only do you good, but... There are only two ways to completely remove the evil spell from your body, either it completely breaks out, or you find Mr. Yan."
Before he finished speaking, Cheng Quedong said happily: "I have seen this picture before. It was carved on the Earth Dragon Stone in Shi Jingyuan by the Elf Clan, but the talisman diagram is from the Ancient Orc Clan.
"Oh? How do you know?" Mr. Bian was very surprised, "Isn't City Lord Cheng Que only interested in business?"
"When you were young, you were naturally passionate, but you discovered it after you died a few times. Haha, can you support your wife and children with this bullshit practice? You can't. Without a lot of money, your daughter can't even build a Golden Pavilion. What's the use of practicing? How many people can live forever in one lifetime? The longest one can only live two hundred years and still look old, life and death are useless. Living leisurely for decades is the best."
The kite stirred and said, "Huh? The route that Brother Yuan'er has set for us seems to be that the second place is Shi Jingyuan several hundred miles away. Is this all destined by God?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky cleared and the runic diagram disappeared.
Mu Ziyun felt that the talisman must be related to the witchcraft in him, and decided to go to Shi Jingyuan to find out. However, Cheng Quedong proposed a deal. If Mu Ziyun and others could help him retrieve something from Shi Jingyuan, then he would Make Mu Ziyun a friend. After Mu Ziyun thought for a moment, he asked, "If I make friends with you, will my partner be able to eat something?"
"Haha, that's enough."
"Okay, I'll do it and wait."
Without stopping for a moment, everyone rushed towards Shi Jingyuan.
After they left, Mr. Bian asked Cheng Quedong: "These young people don't seem to be worthy of the city lord making friends."
Cheng Quedong said: "Don't pretend to be Mr. Bian, with your qualifications, how could you not recognize that picture? I'm just using a businessman's perspective to take advantage of it. If the person indicated by the talisman is really them One of them, make a friend first to avoid embarrassment when disaster strikes. Hey... I have been selling fruit for half my life, and now I have to worry about life and death."
Mr. Bian smiled and said: "There is nothing we can do about it. The city lord should have heard about it. The black elves have started the 'Holy Grail Conference' again. Everything is destined."
"Then what kind of bullshit meeting is it for the elves? It's obviously for all living beings, and it's really accurate. What's the calculation, what's the success? Although I haven't experienced it, I've heard it from the elders of the tribe. , every time it’s them who win, and the rest of the creatures suffer, huh... These bastards only think about themselves! Huh? Wait, Mr. Bian, what you mean is that this symbol... is nothing like that bullshit Is it about the meeting?”
"I'm afraid so. Moreover, the black elves have already begun to follow these young people. Look, there are several distinguished black elves outside the door." Mr. Bian's eyes were blazing, and he just clicked outside the door, and a few black elves suddenly appeared outside. There was a strange sound, and then it fell silent.
"Mr. Bian...really? But...how did you find them?" Cheng Quedong walked towards the door, and suddenly he was stunned. He wanted to understand one thing. But he didn't dare to look back, he only paused for a moment, then opened the door and left immediately. Looking inside the door again, you can see that the old man with white hair is still there. He has turned into a black elf man in his mid-twenties. His body instantly twisted and deformed and disappeared from the place. Also disappearing was the man hanging in the hall. Vice ghost painting.
It was said that Mu Ziyun and his group had already flown into the sky. Ling Dang asked Xiang Wangxiang suspiciously, "Hello? Are you really not wrong?"
Wangxiang did not answer her words, but affirmed again to the kite: "That old man is the black elf. The vitality of every creature is unique. I discovered it as soon as he appeared."
"Interesting," Mu Ziyun sneered, "It turns out that we have already entered the game, and it's coming much faster than expected."
