"Perhaps my father accidentally exposed all the photos when taking pictures, which made my father very frustrated."
"Then he took his friends to find the grotto that we had been to before. After searching for more than ten days, he could no longer find the grotto."
"...We returned to Shanghai. On the first night back to Shanghai, I had another dream."
"The things I dreamed about were exactly the same as what I experienced in the cave paintings, but when I woke up, I found a pen on the bedside."
"It's exactly the same brush that the woman in the painting gave me."
"When I held the brush, a lot of sounds and words appeared in my mind. I was scared at that time... Later, I naturally knew that it was a Taoist practice... and That moment was the beginning of my becoming a practitioner.”
Of course, Yang Ruijun was only seven years old at that time, and it was impossible for him to bear such a secret alone when encountering such a thing.
So she told her parents about it.
"My father looked at me very strangely at that time. I knew he didn't believe what I said at all, but he still listened patiently to what I had to say, and then asked me to take out the pen and show him..."
When she said this, Yang Ruijun suddenly paused, and her expression became very strange at this time.
"Then did you show your father the pen?"
So Shu Guan asked him very flatteringly.
"I showed it to him... I held it in my hand and showed it to him, but my father said there was no pen in my hand... I showed it to my mother, but she couldn't see it either... Later, they took me Went to see a doctor..."
"...Later, after my parents took me to see doctors several times, I stopped telling them about my dream and the pen..."
Yang Ruijun finally finished speaking.
She looked at Shu Guan faintly. This beautiful woman who always gave people a very sunny look had a rare sadness in her eyes.
Perhaps it was because she was not trusted by her parents when she was a child, which was the most important trauma in her life.
After Shu Guan finished listening, he sat there and meditated for a while.
Compared to Yang Ruijun, he is naturally a more senior practitioner, and he was born in Shan Si Guan. There is a Daozang Pavilion in Shan Si Guan. Shu Guan has read through all the classics in the Dao Zang Pavilion, so his knowledge is naturally much higher than that of Yang Ruijun. He also knows far more than Yang Ruijun.
But Yang Ruijun's account of her experience when she was seven years old still contains many details that puzzle Shu Guan.
Then he asked Yang Ruijun a few more questions, mainly asking Yang Ruijun about the "friends" she had contact with during the time she lived in the mural, and whether they wanted to drink water or eat.
What Shu Guan wanted to determine was whether the "friends" Yang Ruijun met in the murals were living creatures or souls.
Yang Ruijun, after trying hard to recall, replied:
"Some want it, some don't."
This answer confused Shu Guan even more.
So he thought for a while and then made a rough guess.
Of course, it's really just some very rough guesses.
"You and your father must have strayed into an ancient ruins back then."
Then, Shu Guan said this to Yang Ruijun.
"The place of ancient ruins?"
Yang Ruijun looked at him puzzled.
This is the first time Yang Ruijun has heard such a name.
So Shu Guan explained to her what the place of ancient ruins was, and by the way, he also briefly told the real history of this world, the ancient Yuanhui era before the human race appeared.
Yang Ruijun listened very carefully. This was the first time she had heard of these things.
After Shu Guan finished explaining, the shock in this beautiful woman's eyes took a long time to fade away.
"Thank you Mr. Shu, no one has ever told me this before."
She said to Shu Guan gratefully.
Shu Guan smiled and waved his hand and said:
"These are just some common common sense among practitioners. Even if you don't know it before, you will always have the opportunity to know it in the future."
"In addition, Ni's father did not take photos of the murals in the cave. Perhaps it was not because the photos were exposed, but because he was unable to take them in the first place."
"Because this kind of ancient ruins where there are still living things, there is always a way to hide oneself from the world. Only those who are destined can enter it."
"And if my guess is correct, you are the destined one, so when your father and others went to look for the cave again, because they didn't take you with them, they naturally couldn't find it again."
"However, these are just my guesses."
Shu watched Yang Rui Jundao and thought to himself that this woman is also a character like the protagonist of a novel. She strayed into a mysterious place of ruins when she was young, got a magical magic weapon, and became an otherworldly practitioner.
Moreover, without anyone's guidance, you can practice cultivation all by yourself, and you can actually reach the realm of first consciousness in less than twenty years. This is also something that makes people feel incredible and enviable.
It can only be said that this woman's cultivation talent is extremely high, even higher than many Seven Immortal Alliance disciples, or the cultivation technique hidden in the pen is of extremely high grade.
Or maybe both.
At this time, Yang Ruijun seemed to remember something, and then she made a move.
This is an action like taking something out of a pocket and showing it to Shu.
The problem is that in Shu Guan's eyes, Yang Ruijun has nothing in his hands at this time.
"This is the writing brush. I showed it to my parents, but they couldn't see it. Later, I showed it to some other ordinary people, and others couldn't see it either."
"But I haven't shown it to other practitioners. Mr. Shu, can you see the pen in my hand?"
...I can't see it either...
A strange color flashed through Shu Guan's eyes.
Not only could he not see it, he couldn't even detect a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation in Yang Ruijun's hand.
If Yang Ruijun really has a magic weapon in his hand, then this magic weapon can not only hide his body, but also his aura.
"Brother, she really has a pen in her hand!"
At this moment, Xiao Yi's voice rang in Shu Guan's mind.
"What, Xiaoyi, can you see it?"
Shu Guan asked in his mind in surprise.
"Brother, you can't see it, and Xiaoyi can't see it either, but Xiaoyi can sense the existence of the weapon spirit."
Shu Guan suddenly realized that a magic weapon of this level would basically have a weapon spirit, and as long as there was a weapon spirit, it would naturally not be able to escape Xiao Yi's perception.
Shu Guan has always felt that in fact, to this world, Xiao Yi is more of a bug-like existence than himself.
"Did it say anything to you?"
"I just said one thing, saying that it has a very important mission and cannot tell anyone its origins."
...a very important task?
Is it related to the world in that mural?
Shu Guan thought about it leisurely, and realized that there are too many mysterious and mysterious places in this world.
Like the Vientiane Valley in southern Xinjiang that Ao Tian mentioned last time, and the mysterious grottoes in the northwest that I learned about this time, maybe one day, after things are over in Shencheng, I will definitely go to these places to experience and travel. Once again, take a good look at the world.
And such a magic weapon should be by no means just the top-grade magic weapon in the human-immortal realm that the little old man said a few days ago. After all, it has a weapon spirit and comes with its own cultivation techniques. I am afraid it is beyond the human-immortal level and is like the Taiping World-Dinging Bell. The magic weapon of level.
Thinking of this, Shu Guan's heart suddenly moved, and then he asked Yang Ruijun a question.
"What is a secret order?"
The little old man mentioned these words before he died, and the little old man also locked in Yang Ruijun's identity through some secret society.
"Oh, that's an organization for practitioners to gather."
Yang Ruijun quickly explained:
"Actually, I just joined. Last month, I met a practitioner. Before that, I never knew there were other practitioners like me in the world."
"After getting to know that practitioner, under his introduction, I joined the secret cult, but I only went to one of their gatherings."
"As for the reason for going to the party, it was naturally to learn more about some practitioners. I also wanted to find someone to ask what happened to my pen, so I mentioned my pen at the party. Regarding the pen matter, I didn’t expect to be targeted by that person.”
Yang Ruijun said sheepishly.
...It turns out this is the first time, no wonder I don’t understand anything...
Shu Dian nodded, and then asked:
"What kind of organization is that secret order?"
"According to the practitioner who introduced me to the association, it is a very loose organization of practitioners in Shencheng. Normally, it organizes gatherings regularly to exchange information or trade their own items. Sometimes the esoteric association will The leader will also issue some tasks, and if members of the group encounter difficulties, they can also seek help from the Secret Order, but it is not free, and a certain amount of compensation needs to be paid to others."
"How can I join this secret order?"
"As long as you are introduced by someone at the party, and after attending a few parties, you feel that it is not suitable for you. It doesn't matter if you never go to the party again."
...This is similar to the gatherings of practitioners in Jingcheng's hidden land, but it's a little more formal and at least there is an organization...
Shu Guan thought so, and then asked:
"When will the gatherings of your secret order be held?"
"On the night of the 22nd of every month."
...Today is the 12th, so there are still ten days left...
"Ms. Yang, can you take me to have a look at the next gathering of your secret cult?"
Shuguan asked with a smile.
Now it's time to get in touch with the practitioners in Shencheng.
"Of course!"
Yang Ruijun nodded happily.
Unknowingly, the sky outside had already turned dark. Yang Ruijun raised his hand to look at the exquisite women's watch on his wrist, and then exclaimed.
"It's almost eight o'clock. I'm going to be lectured by my parents when I get home later."
Yang Ruijun stuck out his tongue cutely and then stood up.
"Mr. Shu, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Miss Yang, walk slowly."
Shu Guan smiled and nodded.
It seems that this woman's tutoring is really strict.
So Yang Ruijun turned around and walked out. But when he reached the door, he suddenly turned his head and said with a slightly shy smile:
"Mr. Shu, won't you take me home today?"
The smile on Shu Guan's face did not diminish and he said:
"How about I help Miss Yang do some fortune-telling to see if you will be in danger again today."
"OK!"
However, a flash of disappointment quickly flashed in Yang Ruijun's eyes.
Shu Guan picked up an ancient copper coin and threw it on the turtle shell.
Then he sighed towards Yang Ruijun and said:
"Ms. Yang, it's a pity that you will still be taught a lesson by your parents today because on the way, you went to buy clothes and then came home half an hour late."
Yang Ruijun was startled for a moment, then walked out of the door with a giggle.
"Mr. Shu, your calculation is really accurate!"
A crisp laughter came from outside the door.
Shu Guan sighed again.
If in his previous life, such a beautiful, gentle and kind girl had made such an obvious hint, he would never have been able to refuse.
But in this life, he had already met Rong Miao first.
Moreover, he has too many things on his shoulders, and he really doesn’t feel like that anymore!
Then he stood up, closed the door of the horse racing hall, then turned and walked upstairs.
Han Biao walked out of the attic several times in the afternoon, probably because of the "little girl". Now it was time to go and see what he found.
…
In the past few days, according to Shu Guan's instructions, Han Biao has been accompanying the little girl in the attic.
Of course, he just stayed silent and quietly.
Not only did Shu Guan say that there was no need to rush to ask the little girl anything, but also because he himself was a taciturn person, and after becoming a corpse puppet, Han Biao became even more taciturn.
Just like when they walked from Jingcheng to Shencheng, Han Biao Sanmu didn't say a word for four days, which was very common.
So for the past few days, Han Biao just sat in the attic like this, almost never going out. Anyway, he didn't need to eat or sleep, but he didn't say anything to the "little girl".
At the beginning, the little girl was a little scared and hid on the roof beam, secretly watching Han Biao.
After a long time, the little girl began to float down from the roof beams from time to time and fly around the house for a while, but she would carefully avoid the corner where Han Biao was sitting.
On the second day, the little girl no longer showed any fear towards Han Biao.
Sometimes she would fly up to Han Biao and look at him curiously.
Whenever this happens, Han Biao will try his best to smile at the little girl.
But most of the time, the little girl hugged her knees, sat on the window sill, looked at the world outside, and sobbed softly, shouting "Mom" and "Dad" from time to time.
Han Biao always felt sad when he heard this, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only stand up, walk to the little girl, and then stand beside her to accompany her silently.
Sometimes, the little girl will become a little manic, her originally delicate face will become very ferocious, two fangs will grow out of her mouth, and she will scream constantly.
The screams contained despair, fear, and a terrifying ferocity.
At this time, Han Biao would look at her with worried eyes.
Because Shu Guan said that ghosts like this who stay in the world because of hatred will basically turn into a vicious ghost with only the desire to kill after a long time.
And this little girl has been dead for almost two months.
Just in the past few days with the little girl, Han Biao has discovered that the time between the little girl's madness is getting shorter and shorter.
From the initial attack every half a day, today I have an attack every three or four hours.
In the afternoon, the little girl started to go crazy again, and the degree of madness was more intense than before, because she actually started to attack Han Biao like she was losing her mind.
Han Biao knew that some things could not be delayed any longer.
So he tried to put his arms around the little girl.
The little girl struggled desperately in his arms.
Being able to become a ghost shows that the little girl had a very deep obsession before her death, and the power of the ghost depends on its obsession during life.
And although this little girl's strength has not yet reached the level of a practitioner, I am afraid that the strength of two or three adult men cannot control it.
Of course, in Han Biao's arms, the little girl had no room for anything.
Han Biao hugged her awkwardly, patted her back gently, and stroked the hair of the little girl's soul.
In addition to the ghosts themselves, only zombies like Han Biao who walk between yin and yang can have real contact with ghosts.
If Shu Guan were here, I'm afraid that as soon as he touched the soul of this little girl, the little girl would disappear into ashes.
And Han Biao's comforting touch made the little girl finally calm down slowly.
Perhaps it has not felt this kind of gentle comfort from a parent for a long time, or perhaps it is time for it to truly turn into a ghost.
Anyway, the little girl calmed down, then rested her head on Han Biao's shoulder and began to cry softly.
Han Biao hesitated for a moment and finally spoke to the little girl for the first time.
"...If my daughter hadn't died back then, she would be as old as you now..."
The little girl stopped crying and raised her head to look at Han Biao blankly.
"Do you have a daughter too? How did she die?"
The little girl finally spoke to Han Biao for the first time.
"Yes, I also have a daughter. She was killed by a bad guy. She was only two years old at the time. Her mother was also killed at the same time... I was not at home that day, so I didn't protect them... "
Han Biao said hoarsely.
Even though more than ten years have passed, and even though he is now dead to some extent, he still feels heartbroken when he mentions this matter.
He never told anyone about this matter, not Xu Pingxi, not Shu Guan. He originally thought that this matter would be buried in his belly forever and he would never tell anyone else until he died.
But now, Han Biao told this little girl.
Not only because he is "dead", but also because this little girl's experience is very similar to his daughter.
"But then I went to kill the bad guy and avenge the two of them. But the bad guy's family is very powerful, and they invited many, many, many people to deal with me..."
Han Biao continued to talk.
"What happened next?"
The little girl's attention was slowly attracted by him and she asked curiously.
"...Later, I almost died, but luckily I was saved by an immortal..."
"Immortal?"
The little girl exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes, Immortal!"
Han Biao nodded vigorously and said:
"Actually, the young man downstairs is also an immortal!"
Then he thought for a moment and said again.
"Me too."
"Especially that young man, he has a lot of power."
"So, if you are willing to tell us who killed you, maybe we can help you get revenge."
Finally, Han Biao stared into the little girl's eyes and said this in a deep voice.
The little girl recalled the incredible scene she had seen a few nights ago. The young man flew across a distance of dozens of meters like a swallow, and she was convinced that the middle-aged man had not lied to her.
Then, her soul body began to tremble.
Her eyes shone with hatred and hope.
Then, the little girl began to tell.
…
Shu Guan walked to the attic, raised his hand and knocked on the door.
The door was opened immediately.
Han Biao stood behind the door, the two balls of fire in his eyes burning like the scorching sun.
Shu Guan has never seen such an angry Han Biao!
(End of chapter)
