If I let you become a druid, would you join the Demon Sect?

Chapter 29: Confrontation, Gambling, and Taking the Initiative
Gu Yan did not alarm the old man.

He exerted his strength and left a trace of his sweat on a big tree, writing a short message, indicating that after Balian smelled it, he would return to where they parted.

Keep a good mark.

He quietly followed the old man.

The old man was in a hurry to get back, and since Gu Yan was far away, he didn't notice that someone was following him.

The two of them went back to the hill where Balian had been lying before, one in front and one behind.

After the old man arrived, the first thing he did was to shake the fortune-telling banner he was holding.

Accompanied by the surge of red light.

A thick black mist actually emerged from the fortune-telling banner.

The black fog rolled, emitting the whimpering and crying sounds of males and females.

As the old man's qi and blood continued to flow in.

The black fog twisted and deformed, and finally turned into a man and a woman, hovering and flying around the area.

The two resentful spirits wandered around and around, but still to no avail.

The old man was anxious: "Where is your son's spirit? Why haven't you found my grandson's spirit yet?"

People who don’t know him would think that he cares a lot about his grandson.

"Woo~"

It transformed into two balls of black mist, one male and one female. After circling for a few more circles, it flew back to the old man, making a whimpering sound, indicating that there were no spirits around.

"impossible!"

The old man was anxious.

According to the wooden sign, the good grandson died nearby.

Reluctantly, he searched around bit by bit.

Don't even mention people in the end.

He didn't even find a hair of his grandson.

The old Taoist still refused to give in.

With some heartache, he took out a talisman from the bag on his body, and the blood and energy rushed into it, and then he slapped himself.

next moment.

Within a radius of 100 meters, various smells rushed into the old man's nostrils.

This time, he finally reaped the rewards.

All around, there was not only the strong lingering body odor of his beloved grandson, but also the scent of a stranger.

My beloved grandson died here!

"Damn it, if you want to kill someone, then kill them. Why don't you even leave your soul for me? I will never let you go!"

The old man was completely red and warm.

He stretched out his finger, intending to force out his blood and essence to feed it to his son and daughter in front of him, and use the power of the resentful spirit to find the person who killed his grandson. However, when he thought of the blood and essence that would be consumed, he became a little conflicted. In the end, he withdrew his finger and took out a compass instead.

The man cleaned up the scene and might have taken away the wooden sign of his good grandson.

try first.

No, I can’t use the power of the resentful soul again.

far away.

Gu Yan felt a little uneasy when the black mist emerged from the fortune-telling banner.

This method is obviously not comparable to that of the boy just now.

For safety reasons.

He turned and left, found a suitable place, and opened the bag he had been carrying with him.

Only inside the bundle.

The exquisite detonators, iron ball mines and trigger-type booby traps showcase the beauty of modern and contemporary art.

As the saying goes, when you are poor, fire covers you, and when you are rich, fire buries you.

Even though he possessed extraordinary powers, Gu Yan did not forget his original intention and continued to pursue the footsteps of art, upgrading his art step by step.

It can be said.

The degree of purification of these specially made hand-made mines, detonators, and booby traps has reached the limit of ancient black powder.

The amount is large and it will fill you up.

It is more powerful than some weapons from World War II.

The arrangements are complete.

Gu Yan took out the wooden sign he got from the boy and buried it in the trap pile.

Master said so.

The identity cards of the noble families can be tracked.

He used this sign to make a nest and waited quietly for the old man to come.

the other side.

The old man input the power of qi and blood into the compass in his hand.

Accompanied by a red light flowing into the compass.

The pointer above rotates.

The old man looked at the pointer, surprised and happy. He was happy that the person who killed his grandson had really taken the wooden sign away.

What was surprising was that the man was actually nearby and had not left.

A ferocious look appeared on his face. "How dare you stop nearby? Do you think you want to attack me?"

Sudden.

The old man's heart skipped a beat.

He remembered that a few days ago, when he and his beloved grandson were chasing after Taoist Nian Yun, the place where the aura of the wooden sign disappeared was also very clean.

Later they went to the nearest Huangtu Town. According to Taoist Nianyun's habit, they asked around and finally learned from a tea stall owner that about ten months ago, Taoist Nianyun had talked about a book with the tea stall owner and made an appointment to come back the next day, but he left and never came back.

On the day the Taoist priest left, the sound of dry thunder was heard not far from the town, which alarmed many people to come and watch the excitement.

I heard that the dry thunder was so fierce that it smashed a small hole in the ground.

At that time, some people came back and said that they saw a tall man with a black cloth covering his face, wandering around the place where the dry thunder struck. Due to rumors, it became some ghost and god stories, true and false, which circulated for some time.

That's also the case, the tea stall owner remembered it clearly.

The dry mine site is clean.

Somehow, the old man's anger slowly dissipated.

He just stood there, looking at the compass in his hand.

I saw that the needle on the compass did not move.

The old man knew that it was a wooden plaque for his beloved grandson, so he fixed it in one place and did not move it.

He reacted.

That's a trap!

A trap to lure yourself over!

The old man glanced resentfully in the direction of Gu Yan, turned around and left without hesitation.

If you can kill Taoist Nianyun, you can kill yourself.

The good grandson had sent a message to the master before.

They responded faster and I guess they'll send someone over soon.

When the time comes. Humph!
The old man passed away peacefully.

Gu Yan was getting impatient waiting.

He waited and waited and waited.

The old man still didn't move until Balian followed the smell and found the minefield he had set.

Gu Yan stopped Ba Liang and dug out the wooden sign again before he reacted.

I made a fool of myself.

The wooden sign didn't move at all. If the old man had any means of detection and a normal mind, he would have guessed that there was something wrong.

Now I am in a passive position.

Use yourself to save others.

If he were that old man, he would definitely come over and set a reverse trap!

Thinking of this, Gu Yan pulled Balian, looked around carefully, and maximized his natural perception.

After some careful searching, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the old man is timid and has run away.

After thinking about it, Gu Yan did not touch the wooden sign or the trap.

clean up.

A man and a dog hurriedly left the forest.

However, they did not really leave. Instead, they changed their location, dug a tunnel underground, and continued to guard.

Hatred can only end when one side is completely destroyed.

That old guy is so eager to chase after someone who is only a little bit rich, it is obvious that he is not a generous person.

If it were Gu Yan, even if he found out it was a trap, he would catch some unlucky guys like bandits and throw them over to investigate the situation.

If that old guy didn't do this, he wouldn't be so mean..
According to criminal psychology, there are only two possibilities:

The old man is either afraid of death.

Or shaking people!
In the former case, neither party has ever had any contact with each other, so there is no question of being afraid of death.

So it's most likely the latter.

The night passed.

The trap still didn't move.

Gu Yan understood.

The old man is calling people!
If you shake hands with others, you won't be too far away from the wooden sign area.

Thinking of this, Gu Yan patted Balian and said, "Baliang, it's up to you now. We have to take the initiative to find that old guy and kill him!"

Ba Liang wagged his tail excitedly: "Woof (Good!)"

When the boss saw that he was being bullied, he stood up for him.

The boss is so nice.

(End of this chapter)