Panguan

He asked again: How did I come back?

The wife looked at him for a long time and said, Is there something wrong with you?

No, who sent me back last night?

...You came back by yourself!

He asked for a long time, and only confirmed after annoying his wife. Yesterday, he got the car and went home. He took a bath normally, and then fell asleep until dawn. What he saw should be a nightmare because of being too tired.

He had accepted all this, but when he went out to take over work in the evening, he found a layer of wet mud on the soles of his shoes, and the latest search record on the phone map was the street where the car broke down.

Not only that, but he also got a local news feed, saying that a Chinese-style house in Zhangjia Lane, West Ring Road had collapsed, and the specific reason is not yet clear...

He was almost sent away on the spot again.

This dragon and tiger leaping post sparked a wave of heated discussions in the local chatter, but because of his empty words, he was soon cracked down.

Mr. Huyue was very unwilling, saying that this was not the first time he had encountered such a thing.

Once before, he took an order near Jiangjun Mountain. The passengers were an old man and a child. The child was as wet as a water ghost, sitting in the back seat of the car without saying a word. When it came time to get off the car, it seemed to have grown a bit.

So the topic of the post changed again. Some suggested that he go to the temple to pay respects, some sold magic tools to ward off evil, and some directly told his fortune through the air, saying that he had a destiny with a ghost in his previous life...

The discussion lasted for two and a half days and came to an abrupt end in the early hours of the third day.

In fact, the post was not deleted, but everyone seemed to have forgotten it at the same time.

It was quickly overwhelmed by various housing sales and leasing information, sank to an unknown number of pages, and was never remembered again.

It was 1:10 am on August 23rd, and Chen Bubu opened his eyes at that moment.

***

In fact, that dragon soaring and tiger leaping was not mistaken. When he stumbled into the woods, he just happened to hear that the cage was broken, the sealing formation was released, and everything that was hidden thousands of years ago reappeared in the sky.

The long-haired red-clothed man he saw was of course unrecognizable, the one who rushed over later was Bu Ning and the others, and the one who cried was Xia Qiao.

The reason why he was able to self fix the broken down car and return home after being scared and passed out was because Bu Ning and the others found him, temporarily turned him into a puppet, and controlled him to go back.

Witnesses like this have actually happened from time to time for thousands of years, and there are always such destined people who will stumble across something inadvertently.

Most of the judges can handle it properly without leaving any traces. When those people wake up, they will only feel that they have had a particularly realistic dream.

There are very few such dragons and tigers.

It's not that they are careless, but that they really don't care.

Because at that time, Bu Ning used the formation of the mountain col to share some of the fate for Wen Shi from the air, and it was a time of weakness. And the state of the dust in the sealing formation is very scary——

Logically speaking, for a person who has been imprisoned for more than a thousand years and cannot escape, his body spirit and body are like rotten wood that has exhausted all its vitality. His recovery process is the Nirvana from death to life, it should be difficult and long, a year or even a few years is not too much.

But that was not the case for Chen Bubu who was lying in the formation at that time.

The string of beads wrapped around his wrist was trembling, the bird feathers were shining brightly, and the bloodstains winding in all directions under his body should have dried up early in the morning, but they were gurgling, staining his wrists and fingertips bright red.

...It's as if you are fighting against some kind of force.

Every time he pulled the saw, the blood flowed faster, and his appearance became paler.

No one knew what was going on, and no one dared to touch him rashly, for fear of interrupting something important.

That process went on for a long time.

Until a certain moment, the bead strings jingled and collided with a chaotic sound, the meandering blood slowly soaked into the soil, and the emerald bird feathers fluttered in the wind, and then fell back to his wrist.

After that, the whole wilderness fell silent.

After a while, everyone dared to move.

Because Bu Ning's spirit was greatly moved and his state was not supported, no one could open the Songyun Mountain Realm. So both he and Chen Bubu were brought back to Shen's villa.

At first, each family wanted to keep some people to help.

After Shen Qiao passed away, this house was so lively for the first time, almost full of people.

But Xia Qiao is not used to it.

He still only left behind Zhang Biling, who was directly related to Zhou Xu, thanked the others, and sent them off in a good manner. Then, he never closed his eyes again.

This is the first time since he became Xia Qiao, he has experienced the power of a puppet - he can guard all the time, neither sleepy nor tired, sleepless.

If it weren't for Zhang Biling staring at him, he wouldn't even be able to get in.

This situation continued until Zhou Xu, or Bu Ning, woke up.

Zhou Xu, who had just subsided his fever at the time, was drinking medicine while staring at his face and said, Bu Ning told me that the condition of the patriarch, at least one year before he wakes up, exaggeratedly five or six years is possible. And Your brother……

He paused for a moment, and said, Are you going to treat yourself like a savage and give them a surprise?

I'm a puppet. Xia Qiao shook his head and said, It doesn't matter if you don't eat, drink or sleep.

You—— Zhou Xu may have his mouth shut by Patriarch Bu Ning, and after struggling for a few seconds, he changed to a more euphemistic word: —Master. You don't look like a puppet, why don't you take a look in the mirror According to this face, his complexion is so bad that he can act in a ghost movie.