Mandrill sneered: "Lying? How would a century-old ghost like me lie to a little girl?".
"If it were anyone else, I wouldn't care. That is, you are born extraordinary and I can take it seriously."
"What? Are you really waiting for him?".
It sneered: "Interesting, really interesting."
"There are living people waiting for the dead, but I have never seen living people waiting for the dead."
"It's so ridiculous. He is gone, dead, and wiped out."
"what are you waiting for?".
"What can you wait for?".
"Don't say sixty years, you can't wait even if it's six hundred years."
"You wait for him every day, and you don't even know that he is gone."
Dreamy fireworks bloomed on the boulders, suddenly becoming misty.
Jiu Po disappeared before Mandrill's nose.
Mandrill was just surprised, but the next moment he felt a sense of danger as if he was about to die.
The extremely strong murderous intent, the sense of crisis forced into the soul.
The last time Mandrill felt like this was when he was about to be annihilated.
The mandrill shouted loudly, and the majestic insect beetle was once again covered with a layer of dark luster, and its tentacles spread out in all directions, as if it was sensing something.
At the same time, hundreds of bugs with various human faces appeared in the surrounding area.
Insects are everywhere with the mandrill as the center, and there are dozens of kinds of insects shuttled through the smoke.
While patrolling, Mandrill shouted: "You still want to do something to me?"
"I kindly tell you that you want to kill me."
"You really don't take the century-old ghost seriously."
"You have stayed in the mountain village for the past sixty years without any experience or danger. I have a hundred years of cultivation. During these sixty years, I have been through life and death, practicing in seclusion. What are you going to do with me?"
"Grandma, in this era, a little girl dares to touch a century-old monster. Mader has no respect at all."
"I have to make you suffer a little bit."
Boom boom... boom boom.
The kowtows of hundreds of insects sounded in unison, forming a suspenseful melody.
The tentacles were swaying, and it tried its best to find Jiu Po's figure.
But after looking for a long time, there was no sign. It had to wonder if Jiu Po had escaped?
Suddenly there was a cold touch on the armor on my back,
The mandrill twisted his head unusually, and his eyes almost fell out of shock when he saw it.
Jiu Po squatted beside it, placing one hand lightly on its back armor.
Tapping with fingers, a bright dragon pattern appears under the sleeves.
Click... A series of cracks opened from the part where she struck, and the iron green on the black armor instantly dissipated.
The mandrill also shouted with a pale face: "Insect Beetle, my Insect Beetle!".
"This is an insect armor that I have practiced for more than a hundred years."
Jiu Po reminded lightly: "He is still...he".
"What the hell!"
Once the insect armor that had been cultivated for many years cracked, the insect mandrill was so angry that he couldn't keep his mind.
"crazy girl!".
"That guy is dead, he died simply."
"Believe it or not, I told Potian that even if you wait here for hundreds of years, he will still die. He will die as a ghost and disappear completely."
Shouting loudly, Mandrill let his clones hide in the forest.
Many clones had their souls separated by Jiu Po before, but they still remember it.
The century-old beetle was easily broken into pieces, and those clones had no effect.
Jiu Po blinked his eyes lightly, raised his hand and grabbed the two tentacles of the mandrill: "He... is still there."
"He didn't tell me...".
As soon as he said that, the two tentacles were pulled to the point of breaking off.
The mandrill's face looked ferocious in pain, but it refused to let go: "I never lie. If it's gone, it's gone."
"You can't change the facts even if you kill me."
"Don't you know if he is still here? Will he leave you for more than sixty years?".
"What good ghost would disappear for more than sixty years?".
"Besides, I watched him disappear with my own eyes. That guy is dead! Gone!"
Jiu Po let go of his hand: "You... saw it?".
Mandrill stroked his tentacles sadly: "That guy disappeared sixty years ago."
"In this cabin, you weren't there that day."
"I feel like he came back to ask for some advice on ghost cultivation, just what happened that day."
I seemed to suddenly understand why Wu Xin wanted to put Jiu Po away that day.
If what Chong Mandrill said is true, then Jiu Po has waited in vain for sixty years.
The person who could kill Wu Xin here was by no means an ordinary person. There was no big movement yet, so Jiu Po didn't notice anything unusual.
If it is true, then how complicated Jiupo's thoughts must be.
Half a day after she left, Wu Xin disappeared in her cabin.
I paid attention to Jiupo's reaction.
She listened to Mandrill quietly, like a rag doll.
Mandrill: "Let me tell you simply, that guy is definitely dead. He can't die any more."
"I can't see through the person who destroyed him, and I dare not approach him."
"It's no use waiting here until the end of time. I didn't expect you didn't know about his death."
"I briefly chatted with him that day to gain some experience, otherwise I would be so patient to talk to you?"
"He is not a bad ghost. I guarantee in the name of my mandrill that when he dies, his ghost body will be destroyed."
"oh". Jiu Po nodded confusedly.
With her face as usual, she gently placed her hand on her heart.
Suddenly a drum beat sounded, and the unique melody of the heart drum sounded at the entrance of the village.
The mandrill also heard it, and when it was curious about the source of the drum sound, it also heard the drum sound coming from its body.
Two distinct drum sounds gradually converge to the same frequency.
With the sound of drums, the world blooms before my eyes.
The heart drum resonates, and Jiu Po wants to resonate with the mandrill to see what happened sixty years ago.
Indeed, this is the best way to verify.
After the world was mottled, the scene of sixty years ago reflected the memory of the insect.
Jiu Po was not here that day.
Wu Xin sat on the boulder where Jiu Po usually stayed for a long time, until the forest stirred and insect mandrills emerged.
The two ghosts chatted for a few words together.
Mandrill's expression suddenly changed, but Wu Xin remained the same as usual. He just reminded him that it was time to leave. If he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to leave.
The mandrill was very persuaded and ran away, but it hid in the distance and peeked.
It noticed something, so it was curious.
After Mandrill left, Wuxin continued to stay on the boulder until two figures came over.
The moment I saw these two people, I was stunned.
Jiu Po may not know these two people, but I do.
One person is wearing plain clothes and is young. He has a wooden stick on his waist. He has two pupils in one eye, and the two pupils are weird and weird.
The other man was wearing simple clothes and had a more ordinary appearance. Jiu Po knew him, You Er from Youjia Village!
You Er still looked like a young man, with a sad look on his face, until he opened his face and revealed another unfamiliar face behind him.
