Han Biao slowly sat up.
In a very strange posture.
His upper body was straight, and his lower body was also straight, like a folding rule being folded. When he sat up, there was an absolute right angle between his upper body and lower body.
There was a soft buzzing sound above my head.
Han Biao didn't need to raise his head to know that the silver needle was spinning and flying in the air.
In the past hundreds of days, that silver needle that was always flying around was almost his entire life, accompanying him through a long period of loneliness in this cold room.
But Han Biao still looked up.
Just to enjoy this long-lost feeling of being able to regain control of my body.
The silver needle came down from the air, flew around Han Biao's body several times, and then stopped in front of Han Biao's eyes. The needle's butt shook a few times.
It seemed a little curious as to why this "person" who had been lying in its room for nearly two years suddenly moved on his own.
Because it was too close, a thin layer of frost quickly condensed on Han Biao's face, covering the blue-black face.
But Han Biao didn't feel cold.
After lying in this room for so long, he has long been accustomed to the cold, not to mention that his current body does not feel cold.
Then Han Biao looked at the silver needle in front of him, twitching the corner of his mouth, and the frost layer on his face cracked and fell.
He was smiling at the silver needle.
Although this is just a needle, Han Biao still has a lot of feelings for this needle after two years of companionship.
And sometimes, Han Biao felt that the needle was talking to him, but he just couldn't understand what the other person was talking about.
His smile, like his body, was very stiff and ugly.
So the needle flew away and continued to circle around the house.
So Han Biao raised his hand.
His forearm and upper arm are still at an absolute right angle, as if his body can only move with the joints as the fulcrum.
Just like when he looked down at his palms, his head and chest formed a strange and stiff angle.
The knuckles on his palms were unusually thick due to years of martial arts practice. Even though he had been lying down for two years, the calluses on his palms had not disappeared, especially on the thumb and index finger where he used to hold flying knives.
Apart from the fact that his skin color has turned into a bluish-black color with a very faint metallic color, there seems to be no difference from before.
If this is the "Corpse Puppet", it seems to be nothing.
Han Biao thought so.
Yes, he knows what "thing" he is now.
Although he lay down for more than two years before finally sitting up, he woke up much earlier.
So he knew what was happening to him.
Maybe he didn't understand it at the beginning, but Han Biao would be a little scared when he saw Brother Shuguan and Taoist Priest Li Zhixia doing some weird things to him.
For example, he would put many large and small talismans on his body, apply a thick black potion on his body, Taoist priest Li recite some strange spells to himself, and little brother Shuguan sometimes He would hold his head with both hands and sit next to him for a long time.
But every time little brother Shuguan hugged his head like this, Han Biao would feel very comfortable, just like the feeling when he was lying in his mother's arms as a child, and then he actually developed some kind of dependence on little brother Shuguan.
This feeling made Han Biao a little ashamed, but it did exist.
In short, Han Biao didn't know what Daochang Li and brother Shu Guan were doing to him at first, but through the conversation between Daochang Li and Shu Guan, he gradually found out.
They are saving themselves.
They are actually dead, died in that valley, and they are now refining themselves into something called corpse shame, and then they can be resurrected.
Now, he is finally truly "alive".
Han Biao was a little happy, and at the same time he was full of gratitude to Daozhang Li and little brother Shuguan.
At this time, Han Biao heard some sounds coming from outside the house.
It was the sound of women talking.
The voice of the woman's conversation was actually not loud, but Han Biao heard it very clearly, as if she was talking in his ear.
This is a very novel experience.
Even though his internal energy cultivation had almost reached the state of divine transformation before, his ear power was not so good.
Is this the ability he gained after becoming a "corpse puppet"?
From the original conversation between Daoist Li and Shu Guan, Han Biao already knew that as long as he became a "corpse puppet", he could become gods like Daoist Li, Daoist Mu and little brother Shu Guan.
But as soon as the joy of gaining the coveted power arose in his heart, Han Biao frowned.
Because he heard clearly what those women were talking about.
Then Han Biao stood up from the bed and walked to the door of the house.
This is a very large room. The stone bed where Han Biao lies is about seven or eight meters away from the door.
Han Biao crossed the distance of seven to eight meters in one step.
His steps were still extremely stiff, but his speed was as fast as lightning.
Han Biao, who was not used to his own speed, swayed like a wooden man when he stepped to the door.
Han Biao was very sure that he had not used the eight-step light skill of chasing cicadas just now.
...So this is also the ability of "Corpse Puppet"?
Han Biao shook his head, opened the door, and walked out.
After two years, he finally walked out of this cold and lonely room.
Before Han Biao had time to observe what the place where he had been lying for two years was like, he saw a group of women in white downstairs, and a woman was coming out of a bottle. There was an old man and a woman in white standing at the door. The woman was reaching out to grab the old man's neck.
Han Biao knew the old man.
He heard that little brother Shuguan always called the old man "Uncle Qi". This Uncle Qi would sometimes come to the room where he lay to see him. If he found the white frost on his body, the old man would take it away quickly Use a cloth soaked in hot water to wipe off the frost on his body.
This "Uncle Qi" is a very good person!
So although Han Biao didn't understand what was happening here, he jumped from the third floor without thinking.
Like a stick, he jumped to the old man's side and grabbed the woman's wrist.
Then the woman in white let out a shrill scream as if her wrist was wrapped by a red-hot iron hoop.
Then wisps of green smoke appeared on her wrist.
…
When the delicate hand of the woman in white stretched towards his neck, there was no fear on Master Qi's face.
He had lost his fear of death many years ago.
For him, every time he wakes up from a nap and finds that he is still alive, it is something he has earned.
But there was still a trace of sadness and anger in Master Qi's eyes.
He could tell that these women were not ghosts, so being able to exist as souls did not mean they were powerful.
On the contrary, these women in white are actually very weak.
Before he went crazy, just one look would be enough to make these women disappear into ashes, but he didn't expect that he would eventually die under such weak souls, which made Master Qi feel a bit sad like a hero in his twilight years.
As for the anger, it was because of the topic the women in white were discussing just now.
These souls actually wanted to empty out their Taoist scriptures and magic weapons. Regardless of whether they could do it or not, the old man was as angry as if he had been touched.
Shan Jian Guan is his home.
A group of thieves and robbers came to his home, but unfortunately he was powerless, which made Master Qi very angry.
So this kind of anger is not only directed at the woman in white, but also directed at herself.
At this moment, Master Qi saw a palm grabbing the wrist of the woman in white who was trying to kill him.
...How could this hand hold her hand...
An inexplicable thought flashed through Master Qi's mind.
Because even if he has not lost his cultivation, it is easy to destroy these women in white, but it is impossible to capture the body of the woman in white.
These women are spirit beings, in fact invisible beings, so naturally they cannot be caught.
However, Master Qi soon saw clearly who was standing next to him, so the doubts that arose in his heart naturally disappeared immediately.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a thin body, an iron face, and a black complexion. There were no eyeballs in the eye sockets, only two flashes of green fire.
It turns out that "he" was finally truly refined, so there's nothing surprising about that.
Corpse puppets are originally creatures that walk between yin and yang. They naturally have a certain degree of suppression effect against these soul objects that are somewhat similar to ghosts.
When Uncle Qi looked at the people around him, the woman in white whose wrist was grabbed by Han Biao was also screaming in pain while looking at Han Biao, with a look of panic and fear in her eyes.
She seemed to want to say something.
But Han Biao had a cold face and exerted a little force on his palms. The next moment, the whole body of the woman in white started to burn, and in the blink of an eye she turned into a ball of blue smoke and disappeared.
