"People, if their eyes are too bright and spiritual, they can easily die."
The black shadow took shape, and although it covered his face, it was empty, like a black mist, with no facial features visible.
It was the man in black hood and robe who captured Hui Huan Er in the pear forest a few days ago.
Lu Ran felt that there was a familiar smell on him, something similar to Qingwu.
Therefore, this "Wujiao" does not seem to be compiled by He Dusu, but he cannot be the leader of it.
Did He Dusu misunderstand it? Or was he deceived?
Thinking of this, Lu Ran looked at He Dusu again. A man of such a high status was like a neglectful child, sitting on the ground with his eyes red and swollen from crying, but still refused to get up.
Even if the black shadow suddenly appeared, he was not surprised and made no further moves.
Stupidly and stupidly, as if he had lost his soul.
Is He Dusu really a good person? Is it just superstition, or is it caused by evil spirits?
Not allowing Lu Ran to think too much, the black shadow rushed towards Lu Ran and stretched out a hand.
A strange black hand.
"Hold." Yao Xiu said, usually concisely.
"What for?"
"Hold." Black Hand didn't want to explain.
The strange black hand was still stretched out, Lu Ran thought for a moment and took it.
With this grip, everything went dark and everything suddenly changed.
Lu Ran saw some hazy scenes.
There is a small black dot falling in the distant mountains.
Looking closer, He Dusu had numerous wounds on his body and a green sword stuck in his chest. He fell from the cliff.
Along the way, some strange birds flew close, seemingly following the smell of blood, and couldn't help but eat He Dusu's flesh and blood.
He Dusu didn't seem to be dead yet, and he let out a miserable cry every time he was bitten.
The cry echoed in the valley, strange but a little... tactful?
Lu Ran let go of his hand, he was afraid that if he continued to hold it, He Dusha would scream and die miserably before he could hit the ground and fall to his death.
"Don't lie to me. What kind of fantasy is this?" After experiencing Xu Hui's fantasy painting trip, Lu Ran was a little wary.
"No, this is not an illusion, it is the future. Whoever you see is the future of that person." The shadow explained: "If you hold my left hand, you can predict the future."
"What about your right hand?"
"..." Black Shadow was silent, not even bothering to answer this question.
Lu Ran was not fooled, could he see the future? What's the use of seeing the future of this coward in front of us? But he couldn't help but look at He Dusu again. The scene just now was still in front of him, but it was really miserable.
But I am also doubtful. Why is the villain so unique and why is this so?
"Could what you saw be He Er's future?" Seeing Lu Randuo glance at He Dusu, the shadow was also keen and asked immediately.
"He Er is him, so who is He Da?" Lu Ran's various answers were wrong and really gave Heiying a headache.
"Who is He Da? Then you have to ask him."
The black shadow laughed a few times, and then, silently, turned into a shadow and fell on the floor.
He couldn't stand Lu Ran and ran away.
"What the hell? Are you hiding now?" Lu Ran turned to He Dusu, "Are you two playing tricks on me?"
He Dusu finally stood up, forced a forced smile, and said: "Master, don't blame me, this is one of my guests from the Eight Immortals. He has some magical powers, and I... I don't dare to offend him."
"You call this some magical power?" Lu Ran pointed at the black man on the ground and cursed: "Boss He, you are dishonest. You, the customer, arrested my friend!"
"Is...is it?" He Dusu looked at Lu Ran and then at the black figure with doubts on his face, but asked Lu Ran: "Master, please calm down, it's just...he's just arresting your friend...that's not the same as Dusu What does it matter?"
"Master, since I opened Jubaxian, what kind of people have I not received? Once, I even bumped into the holy driver..." He Dusu said, still a little aggrieved: "Thirty years, so many guests, There are many treacherous, evil and vicious people among them, do they all have to be blamed on me?"
"This..." Lu Ran thought about it, and indeed, everything was just conjecture on their part. There was no evidence that He Dusu was a bad person.
"Leader, is what the black monk said just now true?" Seeing that Lu Ran was speechless, He Dusu tried to change the topic that Lu Ran had brought to the outside world.
"I saw you." Lu Ran hesitated: "But... that may not be true."
"Leader! You don't know something!"
While talking, He Dusu actually knelt down again.
"This black monk's name is Hei Yi. He is the apprentice of the immortal master. He is born with visions and has the power to predict the future. What he shows you is absolutely unmistakable."
"Oh." Lu Ran disagreed.
"So, Leader, do you really see Dusu's future?"
"Forehead……"
"Leader, this is not something to be joked about. Please tell Dusu clearly about Dusu's future!" He Dusu kowtowed several times.
"That……"
"The leader is indeed what the immortal master calls a 'destined person'. He has his own clairvoyance. An ordinary person would only be able to see some empty images that fill the space like black and white insects."
"bother."
Destined person who is annoying to death.
"So, Hierarch, what is the future of Dusu?"
"Okay... you're dead." Lu Ran knew that if he didn't say it, he would not be able to leave the room tonight.
"I am dead?"
Hearing this sentence, He Dusu didn't say anything for a long time. He just knelt motionless, seeming to have fallen into some kind of deep thought.
"Hey, that's not it. Isn't he still dead?"
Lu Ran poked the little old man in front of him who had been silent for a while, and frowned.
If he hadn't thought that Ke Zhizi was still waiting for him, I would have stayed with him until dawn today.
"Alas..." After a while, I heard He Dusu let out a long sigh.
"Stop sighing. Come on, let's talk about it. Who is your so-called immortal master?"
"The Immortal Master risked his life to reveal the secret to the Shajie gang Du Su. Forgive me for not telling the leader."
"Then what the immortal master said will definitely come true?"
"Of course it's true. Du Su broke through the barrier forty-eight times and failed every time. The immortal masters all warned him."
"..." Lu Ran was speechless. If he failed forty-eight times, shouldn't it be a matter of strength?
"But this time, the immortal master said that as long as the obstacles are removed, you will be able to successfully break through and be promoted to a true immortal."
"Wait a minute...what did you just say, promotion?" Lu Ran thought he heard wrong.
"Promoted to a True Immortal."
Lu Ran recalled in his mind the four realms Qingwu mentioned not long ago.
The red immortal is the true immortal and the complete immortal.
"What? In your current state, are you an immortal?" Lu Ran had to look at the "old man" kneeling in front of him again, looking at the "old man" who was less than thirty years old.
"Human immortals and human immortals are also very different." He Dusu smiled bitterly.
"A human immortal created by an artist? Can he fight?"
He Dusu shook his head.
"That's not easy. It's okay if you don't break through this level. Don't be persistent, brother." Lu Ran began to teach others to retreat.
He Dusu didn't answer and continued to shake his head.
"Stop shaking your head! Speak! Can't we stop cultivating?"
"When you see your heart is broken, don't look back."
"Don't read poetry!"
"Leader, as you can see with your heavenly eyes... Dusu... In fact, Dusu was about to die. If he fails to knock on the door this time, Dusu will die..."
He Dusu closed his eyes, bowed his head and knelt down, then stood up.
As he knelt down, Lu Ran saw the back of his head through the weak candlelight.
The hair is as thick as the head of a young child, and each hair is like a weed that is trying its best to work hard, one by one, one by one.
How could a man in his seventies or eighties have such weed-like hair?
How could such hair be dying?
Just as he was wondering, Lu Ran suddenly saw that in a certain "hair grass", there were traces of white hair that were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.
With one stick, it’s like a clue, two sticks, three sticks...
Under the white hair, there is a mottled scalp, wrinkled like ravines, an old, flabby, decayed skin.
Lu Ran thought again of the man's face that was no longer visible as he lowered his head.
That is the face of a young man who is no more than thirty years old.
How is this unique? When he raises his head, he looks like a young man. When he lowers his head, he looks like an old man with leather boots. What is going on?
Looking closer, Lu Ran was shocked.
Under He Dusu's ears, on the back of his neck, and on his shoulders, there were some seemingly invisible lines, flesh-colored sewing threads.
This man's entire face was actually sewn together.
No wonder he wears a scarf on hot days.
This face is not looking young because of maintenance, it is simply a young face.
As for He Dusu's real skin, it was like a piece of dried tofu skin, wrinkled layer by layer, completely devoid of human activity.
No wonder He Dusu said he was going to die.
Looking at his old boot leather, saying he is eighty or ninety years old is too young.
A hundred years old may not be the case.
One hundred and fifty years old is not impossible.
What about five hundred years old?
Or is he simply a dead man?
