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The old man's body was slumped against the young man, his face as white as a piece of blood. He looked down at the charred black hole in his chest, and then at Liangchen, who was safe and sound, with a happy smile on his face.
"As long as the Holy Shou is safe and sound, my old bones will be dead, cough cough." The old man coughed twice, as if he was saying a very common thing.
"Uncle! You are the only relative I have! I don't want any saint, I just want you!!" The young man shouted loudly when he saw that the blood on the old man's face was getting darker and darker.
"Silly boy, what are you talking about? Whether you can get back what belongs to you depends on Shengshou."
“If the clan leader hadn’t entrusted you to me, I would have left with those old men long ago.
Seeing you grow up...to an adult, and meeting the Holy Shou again today, my mission is...completed, and this old man like me finally...has the face to go underground to meet them. "The old man said intermittently, panting.
"I don't want anything, as long as you don't die! Let's run far away and never go home! I don't want revenge! I don't want to be the Witch King! You are my only relative, and I don't want to lose you too. !" The young man's eyes were panicked, and he pressed his hands on the old man's wound and continued to transmit bursts of spiritual energy, while he spoke without hesitation.
"If you say this, how can you be worthy of...your dead father? How can you be worthy of the nearly a thousand...nearly a thousand lives of the Yuan family?" The old man's loving eyes suddenly showed a sharp edge, and his eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade. Stab the boy.
"But... I don't want to be alone in the world!" The young man looked directly at him, and his eyes suddenly flickered to escape.
"You can't hide! This is your life!" After hearing what he said, the old man felt sad in his heart.
"Remember, you are...the Witch King's orthodoxy! What flows...in your blood is the Witch King's blood!"
"Go and recruit your holy... holy guard! I don't have much time... Ahem..." The old man coughed a few more times and ordered.
"I...uh..." The young man looked at the old man who was so angry that he seemed like the candle would be extinguished at any time in the wind. Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed out of his eyes.
Liangchen looked at the two people's faces from a distance, remembering that they had fought side by side a month ago, and a subtle feeling in his mind made him fly over slowly.
"Why was he injured?" He couldn't help but ask with confusion when he saw a black hole in the old man's chest, which was somewhat similar to the wounds of several fallen sea monsters.
"Go away!!!" Veins popped up on the boy's forehead, and he suddenly raised his head and shouted at him.
Such inexplicable rage shocked Liangchen.
"Silly boy! Why are you talking to Shengshou...? You remember, how I treat...Shengshou, Shengshou will...treat you the same way!" The old man wanted to scold the young man, but felt that Unable to exert all his energy, he forced out a smile and said to Liangchen: "Shengshou, I will leave it to you, young master! He needs your help on the next journey so that he can become the true Witch King!"
"What? Holy Shou? Witch King?" Liangchen felt confused when he was yelled at by the young man. He almost turned away and saw the old man's kind eyes, so he didn't leave. At this moment, he heard the old man say strange words again, which made him even more confused. I was confused and confused.
"Well, I don't have much time... so I'll keep the story short."
"We were originally members of the four major families in Wujiang...the Yuan family. We were persecuted by several other major families. Only the young master and the old man were left...the two of them escaped by chance...and wandered around the world."
"Before his death, the patriarch... left a few proverbs, saying that there was a person who would... help the young master regain the inheritance of the Witch King, and we... found you based on the proverbs, so you are the Holy Shou of the Witch King!" These words seemed to exhaust the old man's strength, and he gasped for air after speaking.
"This is too bizarre! Besides, I can't protect myself, and I can't help you at all." Listening to his words, Liangchen could clearly feel his sincerity, but now he just wants to return to Zhongzhou safely, so for what happened suddenly Sheng Shou had no interest at all.
"I don't care if you help me! Let's go!!"
"If it weren't for you, my uncle wouldn't have used the soul-moving technique to save you!"
"This hole should be in you! It's you who deserve to die!" The boy's emotions became agitated again after hearing the sound, and he pointed at Liangchen and shouted loudly.
"Don't be so...loud, Shengshou, the young master is too...young and not very...sensible. Please bear with me." The old man scolded the young man again.
As Liangchen listened to the young man's words, a big bell seemed to be ringing in his mind, and he didn't even hear what the old man said clearly!
"What! Really fake!"
"If it weren't for the old man in front of me, I would be dead!?"
Liangchen looked at the scorched black mark the size of a bowl on his shoulder, and then at the black hole that penetrated the old man's body, and finally understood the approximate cause of the matter.
No wonder he was unscathed after being hit by a thunder pillar, no wonder the young man hates himself so much!
At that time, I was surprised at why the Thunder Pillar had no power. Even if I had the Galaxy Technique to protect my body, I would never be able to take it down so easily.
It turns out that someone actually blocked this thunderous strike for him!
"That's it!" Liangchen was so excited that he didn't know how to express his gratitude for a while and muttered to himself.
No wonder I had a vague feeling that there was a slight spiritual connection between the old man and the young man, as if there was some spiritual connection similar to the blood curse of the spiritual beast.
What kind of magic is this? It’s so magical and weird!
After thinking about it for a while, the old man spoke again and slowly took out a dark token: "There are still some hidden stakes of the previous... family on the shore. When the time comes... you contact them and they will be given to you. ...The arrangements have been made. As for the following... matters, I can't help you..." The old man said and handed over a dark token.
"I can't see...the moment when the young master becomes the Witch King. It's really...a bit regretful..." The old man said, his eyes blurred for a while, his hands drooped, and he lost his breath. If you want to chat with more like-minded people about "Jumen Scroll", follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to chat about life and find close friends~
