Panguan

When he was young, the man used to say that his mouth was harder than iron, even if he was suffering from the crime of being hacked into pieces and drenched in cold sweat, if he asked him, he would always reply it doesn't hurt.

But at this moment, when the overwhelming darkness engulfed his consciousness, he finally moved his lips.

He wanted to say that there is no dust, and my whole body hurts.

But no one can hear it anymore...

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A long time ago, Chen Wuhuo said that there are spiritual veins in Songyun Mountain, which can nourish both spirits and people. So Bu Ning sealed the past of thousands of years ago here.

Later, when the cover was released and the old friends reunited, he raised Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye in the spirit pool in the mountains.

Now, there are a few more people in the mountains——

When I heard it, I was in the house on the top of the mountain, and had been asleep for three days and three nights.

Someone opened the door and came in to light the lamp on the table, and the warm yellow light spread out, but the face of the person lying sideways on the couch was still pale, and no trace of blood could be seen.

The only place where blood could be seen was his fingers, which had been scratched a lot from holding the pine branch too hard. Blood oozes from where the knuckles are bent, wet and dry, it has rusted to dark red.

My God. The lamplighter took a look and said, The blood is coming out again, why don't you try to loosen his hand again?

It was Zhou Xu who spoke, but apart from him, there was no other person awake in the room.

Seeing him ask this question, he paused, and retracted his protruding neck. He still looks the same, but he seems to be a different person.

When he spoke again, his tone softened, with a bit of weary worry: It's not worth it, he's very stubborn, and he can't break it.

Even though he said so, he still walked to the side of the couch and bent down, trying to touch the hand that was holding the pine branch when he heard it.

He just moved the dead branch, and more than a dozen puppet threads flew out from between his tightly clenched fingers, carrying a mighty pressure like sharp blades.

Fortunately, the person who tried it was Bu Ning, who barely avoided it by turning his head sideways. If you change it, it has already been nailed to the wall of the house by the puppet thread.

Those puppet lines were swept away, and then quietly retracted.

The owner of the puppet thread is still unconscious, and the attack just now was only out of instinct.

It's been three days, and it's still like this... Zhou Xu was still in shock, and patted his chest.

After a while, he transformed into Bu Ning, and replied in a low voice, Yes, it's been three days.

He looked at Wen Shi's brows that were still unfurled when he was lethargic, and heaved a long sigh, then stared at the dead branch in a daze.

Suddenly, the door of the house rang loudly.

Bu Ning turned his head and saw a person pushing the door open.

The person who came in was Zhang Biling, one of the former dissatisfied masters of Liuzhuang, who is now Zhou Xu's mother. She opened her mouth, looking at Zhou Xu's face, she didn't know whether to call her Xiao Xu or nod her head and call her Old Ancestor.

But Bu Ning nodded at her apologetically, and let Zhou Xu take the lead.

Mom, why are you in such a hurry? Zhou Xu switched freely.

Zhang Biling still swallowed the title, pointed to the direction of the mountain road, and said, Xiao Xia seems to be waking up.

The little Xia she was talking about was exactly Xia Qiao.

Ever since he arrived at the Zhang family's house and entered Zhang Daiyue's cage that day, something was not quite right. Zhang Biling had been on the same road with him, and when he was in the cage, he suddenly passed out, but no one knew the reason.

Everyone tried many methods, but they couldn't wake Xia Qiao up. No matter what, he was curled up tightly, covering his head with his fingers in his hair, as if he was resisting some kind of pain...

I don't know if it was related to the smell when he was created at that moment.

Bu Ning simply brought him back to Songyun Mountain, together with Zhang Yalin, who was completely devastated, and settled on the mountainside.

Except for those who need to raise their spirits, only Zhang Biling, an outsider from the mountains, was left behind by tacit consent, and has been helping Bu Ning to take care of both sides.

Are you going to wake up? Zhou Xu heard what Zhang Biling said, and said, That's great, it's really scary to faint like this.

But— Zhang Biling hesitated.

What's the matter, why are you hesitating?

Xiao Xia's situation is a bit strange.

strangeness?

Zhou Xu was a little puzzled, Zhang Biling simply said: Don't occupy your seat, let Patriarch Bu Ning come out for a while, and go to the mountainside to have a look.

Zhou Xu: ...

He said Oh, stretched out his hand to poke himself, and said, You're welcome, Patriarch.

In the next second, he raised his eyebrows and cupped his hands at Zhang Biling, I'm ashamed, just wait a moment.

As he spoke, he walked back to the couch, grabbed a few boulders on the table and was about to put them on the couch.

Zhang Biling questioned: This is the ancestor?

Putting out the formation. Zhou Xu suddenly raised his head and replied to her.

The array for raising spirits? Zhang Biling remembered hearing from Zhou Xu that the patriarch had only a few fragments in his current spiritual appearance, and there were too many missing parts.

Not all. Zhou Xu raised his head again, The main reason is that he is afraid that he will run away.

Zhang Biling was stunned: ?

Bu Ning finally didn't let that half of himself talk nonsense, he put down the third formation stone, and explained: I'm afraid he will wake up and do something stupid.

Zhang Biling didn't quite understand what he meant by stupid thing, but he continued the conversation habitually: I heard that Patriarch doesn't seem like someone who would mess around.