After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Chapter 55 The Grey World
Just about to take a step forward, Shen Qingyi suddenly came back to his senses.

After waking up, Shen Qingyi looked over again, there was no such thing as a white world, only strange things suspended in a gray mist remained.

The dark-brown wooden stick stood in the gray mist, looking extremely damaged, let alone a treasure, it was a fire stick in the kitchen, maybe its appearance couldn't compare to it.

Shen Qing looked around, but couldn't see anything, the whole body was covered with gray mist.

After looking to no avail, Shen Qingyi looked at the inconspicuous wooden stick again.

Frowning slightly.

Shen Qing let out a breath, and cautiously approached the unremarkable wooden stick slowly.

When there was only one step away from the wooden stick, Shen Qingyi finally stopped.

The wooden stick remained motionless, quietly staying in its original place.

Shen Qingyi slowly stretched out his hand, and when his index finger touched the rough wooden stick, the wooden stick shook slightly.

Shen Qingyi immediately withdrew his hand, and took a few steps back vigilantly.

It was only after Shen Qing stepped back that the wooden stick became quiet again and stopped shaking.

Shen Qingyi calmed down his beating heart.

This was the first time Shen Qingyi faced such a strange side alone.

All kinds of scientific thoughts in the previous life seem to be unable to find a reasonable explanation under this weird wooden stick at this moment.

Shen Qingyi told himself that this is the world of cultivating immortals.

After a while, Shen Qingyi finally calmed down.

Emboldened again, he walked towards the stick.

After all, in this space, only this wooden stick seems to be special.

When the familiar rough feeling came from the fingertips again, Shen Qingyi felt the trembling of the wooden stick again.

Although this time it was not as strong as before, the tremor still came from the place of contact.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

The faint trembling sound seemed to merge with Shen Qingyi's heartbeat unconsciously.

"Oh!"

Shen Qingyi's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Suddenly looking at the wooden stick, Shen Qingyi's eyes were a little inconceivable, she just...

Just seemed to sense the emotion of this wooden stick?

There is some kind of...sadness in the joy?
But how can the stick have emotions?

Could it be that this unremarkable wooden stick is a magic weapon with spirits in the legends in the world of cultivating immortals?

All kinds of doubts came to mind, but Shen Qingyi couldn't get answers because of his lack of knowledge in this area.

It's just that Shen Qingyi didn't feel any malice from this wooden stick just now, which made Shen Qingyi slightly relieved.

However, she didn't dare to completely let go of her heart, after all, the place where she was staying now was really strange.

"hiss!"

Shen Qing suddenly withdrew his hand, but it was already a step too late.

The moment the bright red blood invaded the black and rough wooden stick, the light had already scattered.

The pale golden holy light enveloped Shen Qingyi, and Shen Qingyi's body seemed to be firmly bound by some kind of force.

Shen Qingyi panicked for a moment, wanted to break free, but couldn't move.

And just when the golden light shrouded Shen Qingyi, a milky white light also emitted from Shen Qingyi's body, and there was a faint dark blue color mixed in the light.

Shen Qingyi immediately felt that some kind of restraint on his body had loosened a lot.

I saw that the moment the pale golden light appeared on Shen Qingyi's body, it quickly rushed towards the light.

(End of this chapter)