Fu Zhu cast a dust purification spell and cleaned the courtyard again before he had time to sit down and feel the aura of Wanheng City.
After a moment, she opened her eyes in slight surprise, "Is the spiritual energy here so thin?"
Even though Wu Sheng had said it many times, Fu Zhu never expected that Fang Waitian's spiritual energy could be so thin.
Like a plate of loose sand.
Without the spirit gathering array, it would be impossible to gather spiritual energy, let alone absorb it into the body.
Wu Sheng silently took out a soul gathering plate and gave it to her.
Fu Zhu put the formation plate aside and was not in a hurry to practice. She asked Wu Sheng, "Now that I have arrived at Fangwaitian, can you tell me exactly what happened to Senior Sister in these years?"
She wanted to know why the senior sister came to Fang Waitian and how Fang Waitian lost his soul in the end.
Wu Sheng began to pretend to be deaf and dumb again, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking.
Fu Zhu waited for him patiently.
Finally, Utopia came to life.
He handed Fu Zhu a notebook, then walked to the door and squatted down, staring outside in a daze through the crack in the door.
Fu Zhu was so focused on the notebook Wu Sheng gave her that she didn't notice that in fact, his body was tense all the time and his attention was not outside at all.
After reading this, she should know that her birth was so disgraceful and embarrassing.
The hybrid of human swordsman and demon is more abominable than a pure demon and cannot be tolerated in this world. Wu Sheng lowered his eyelids and dug his nails into his palms.
He didn't dare to observe Fu Zhu's expression. His birth was the beginning of disaster for her most beloved senior sister.
The notebook is old, and the paper is brown and yellow. The writing on it is sometimes neat, sometimes scrawled, and even occasionally has traces of random scribbling, as if it is venting something impatiently.
Fuzhu starts from the first page.
[In the year of Daxu, on the third day of the ninth lunar month, he was traveling down the mountain. On the way, he encountered a rebellion by demons, killing all of them and leaving only one person alive. 】
[On the seventh day of the ninth lunar month, I returned to the sect. I encountered the devil again and chased after it to no avail, so I returned. 】
The time is also the seventh day of September, but the following words are not so concise. Every word reveals how upset the person who wrote this sentence felt at that time.
[The sachet given to me by my junior sister fell off. It was the hand holding the sword that she embroidered for me stitch by stitch. There was also the moonlight flower Lan Ze gave me in it. How could I be so careless and lose it? ? 】
Fu Zhu still remembers this incident.
At that time, she saw her senior sister embroidering sachets and found it interesting, so she pestered her to teach her. Finally, she embroidered a four-faced pattern with rough stitches and threads hanging out. However, her senior sister regarded it as a treasure and never hesitated to wear it. waist.
It was originally a sachet embroidered for senior brother, but senior sister finally gave it to herself.
The talisman beads continued to scroll down, with a slightly dazed look on his face, and finally he was stunned.
[I don’t know what month it is now. The day and night here seem to be a little different, and the spiritual energy is so thin. 】
Why did you jump directly to Fang Waitian? What happened to senior sister during that period? Why didn't she write anymore?
Fu Zhu couldn't hold back the turbulent thoughts in her heart. She picked up the paper with her fingertips and quickly scanned the deeds behind it.
[In Fangwai Tian’s year, on the first day of winter, I found that person. 】
Then there was another blank moment, and when I remembered again, it was already March.
[He lied to me, he is the Demon Lord. 】
【Wuhuandian cannot trap me. 】
It can be seen that the handwriting at this time is particularly sloppy, as if it was written in a hurry, and the last word "I" is still unfinished.
[It’s September again. Unfortunately, there are no sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in Fangwaitian. I wonder if my junior sister, master and Lan Ze are all okay? 】
[The third day of September, this time is so ironic. 】
[I named him Wu Sheng. 】
[Among the osmanthus and osmanthus trees, people's livelihoods each have their own lifespan, so why should life and death be reincarnated? 】
[Since there is no need to discuss the order of life and death, why must it be Wu Sheng? 】
Fu Zhu's eyes fell on this part of the rhetorical question, and she realized that senior sister's feelings for Wu Sheng had never been a mixture of love and hate. It had always been only love.
How could she, a gentle and kind person like her, be so angry at Wu Sheng?
The rest of the words were written in one stroke, until the handwriting on it changed.
The strokes were widely spaced, and it was barely possible to piece together a complete character. Fu Zhu realized that this was written by Wu Sheng.
[My mother-in-law doesn’t seem to like me. 】
This was the first sentence he wrote in the notebook. Fu Zhu seemed to be able to imagine Wu Sheng's loneliness at that time, and couldn't help but look away and looked towards the door.
Wu Sheng noticed Fu Zhu's gaze and pursed his lips tighter.
Xiao Wusheng is learning very quickly and his handwriting is getting better and better.
[My grandma taught me how to read talisman papers today. 】
[The look she looked at me was particularly soft. 】
The scratches fell on this sentence, full of silent dissatisfaction.
Xiao Wusheng crossed out this sentence.
He rewrote a sentence.
【She is looking at others through me. 】
[I don’t like that junior sister at all, even less than I don’t like Lan Ze. 】
When Fu Zhu saw this, she sneered. No wonder the little boy bit her when he saw her for the first time. It turned out that he had been holding grudges for so long.
Wu Sheng heard the slight movement and glanced secretly. Is there anything funny in the book that makes her laugh?
Wu Sheng thought hard for a while, then his expression suddenly changed, he clenched his palms and fell silent.
What he wrote was factual, not made up, it was just the way it was.
The change in handwriting proves that this paragraph was written by Senior Sister Tianyue.
[I hid the Demon King's Order in a place they didn't expect. 】
Perhaps because she was afraid that the book would be exposed, she did not specify the specific place. Fu Zhu waved to Wu Sheng, "What is the Demon King's Order?"
"Do you know where Senior Sister hid it?"
Fu Zhu's intuition is that this Demon King Token will be very important.
The people above should be those from the demon clan, and they all seem to be looking for the Demon King's Order.
Wu Sheng raised his eyes lightly and said, "The Demon King's Token is an inheritance from generations of Demon Kings."
Nowadays, the demon world is divided into four parts, each one is in charge of its own affairs. Everyone wants the Demon King's Token to summon the demons.
"Whoever possesses the Demon King's Order will be the next Demon King."
Wu Sheng vomited out what he knew, "The Demon King's Order can also summon a legendary Demon King's army that no one has ever seen before."
"That army only recognizes tokens."
Fu Zhu was shocked. He who possesses the Demon King's Order is the next Demon King, but he must have the blood of the Demon Race. It is useless for her and Senior Sister Tianyue to hold the Demon King's Order.
But Wu Sheng said that the token can command the army, which is very different.
"Do you know the whereabouts of the Demon King's Token?" Fu Zhu asked.
Wu Sheng stretched out a hand and pointed to the corner of the notebook, where a child was drawn with thick lines.
There were no facial features drawn, and there were no obvious features on the body. He was just about the same height as Wu Sheng. When Fu Zhu first saw it, he thought it was a random graffiti by little Wu Sheng and didn't take it to heart.
And now that Wu Sheng is pointing at this villain, does it mean that the Demon King's order is on him?
But without facial features, how can you recognize it?
After so many years, you should have changed a lot, right?
(End of chapter)
