Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

He is a combination of contradictions, I do not know how to parry.

For the sake of being young, let's tolerate it one last time.

I resigned to my fate and said, "Got it, I will remember it."

"Then, senior brother, I'll fetch water for you." He wiped the corners of his eyes lightly, and said softly, "If senior brother hurts from being tied up, you must tell me."

I showed a smile uglier than crying, "Stop talking, go as soon as you want."

Jing Nian walked away step by step.

I began to think about how to untie the cane and regain my freedom.

The life detector issued a sharp alarm at this time:

【Notice!Suspicious vital signs appeared a second time. 】

[A large number of life signals are approaching. 】

Strange, after testing, the fallen demons will not be detected, is there another batch of surviving contestants?

I clicked on the detailed data to check, and I don’t know when there were dozens of signals on the edge of the detection range, like a tropical cyclone, quickly gathering towards me, so well-trained and organized, obviously not a temporary gathering Disciples of various sects.

As for why it appeared "second time"—these signals coincided with the ones detected the night they left Jingfu, and the coincidence was extremely high.

They are the ones who followed Jing Nian and me on the snow mountain.

Of course it’s impossible to just sit and wait, so I stood up resolutely, observing the opponent’s movements while looking for a breakthrough.

Of course, because of the bound hands and feet, I can almost be said to be rolling and crawling, and I have cursed Jing Nian countless times in my heart.

Soon, I couldn't even crawl.

Because, in the swamp ahead, there is something slowly emerging, not stained with any mud—it is the brocade box that I have been thinking about.There are mysterious patterns all over the body of the box, carved by a dagger, with sharp and sharp strokes, which look like scattered and neat silver scales from a distance, exactly the same as the burn marks on human skin.Qin Yu said it was the characters of the Demon Realm, but I felt that it was more like a living thing than a carrier of words.The wound of the corpse can breathe, and the lock of the brocade box is also vibrating, making abnormal noises.

I rubbed my eyes, and when I looked again, the abnormal sound of the words had disappeared, and the body of the box made of sandalwood was as dark as night, and I looked at the gold-plated lock, which was solid and eyeless.

How do you break a lock without a keyhole?

I also thought about opening it with brute force, or directly scanning the inside, but to no avail, maybe a spell was cast to prevent people from prying eyes.

I began to doubt my judgment, did this box really come from the same world as me?

In a trance, I was hit hard on the back of the head and knocked me down.

Then they heard the sound of dense footsteps, and dozens of men in black surrounded them. Their faces and figures were all covered in miasma, making them hard to identify, and even their voices were distorted and blurred.

"Are you sure it's him?"

"It's absolutely true. We secretly observed him all the way and saw him being bitten with our own eyes, but there was no sign of falling into a demon."

In order to check my ankle, they untied the cane that was tied to my leg, and their tone became more and more excited.

"The bite wound has healed."

"Could it be...the prophecy of the prophet has come true...there really appeared a person who is immune to the night's breath..."

"Great...it's saved..."

While they were overjoyed and relaxed their guard, I jumped up with my legs free, bit the edge of the box and fled.

The people in black behind them exclaimed again and again.

"After being hit at the Baihui acupoint, how can you still stand up?!"

"The words of the prophet will not be wrong, hurry up!"

Sure enough, he ran fast without shoes, and gradually distanced himself from the pursuers.It's strange to say that they must be practitioners if they can travel unimpeded in this mountain forest, but for some reason they don't use magic to stop me.

Soon, I knew the answer.

At the end of the road, someone is waiting for me.

It was also a man in black with miasma lingering on his face. I was wondering why I didn't notice someone chasing me in front of me. His figure flickered, and the next moment, he had already appeared in front of me. It was so big that I broke several trees before I fell to the ground.

The brocade box rolled to a place a few meters away, and it didn't loosen even a bit under the violent impact.

Instead, a prompt appeared on my iris screen.

[The body is damaged, please go to a safe place as soon as possible to start the recovery process. 】

I coughed up a mouthful of "blood" with fragments of parts, and got up to retrieve the box.But he predicted my movements in advance, and flashed to me again from a few miles away.

It was too late to calculate the path, so I could only rely on instinct to dodge. A cold light flashed in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see the appearance of the weapon at all. A few millimeters below the eyelids, there was a hole as thin as silk.

It's too fast, the speed is not an order of magnitude at all, even if the image is slowed down afterwards, only blurred afterimages can be seen.To him, my movements were nothing more than stillness.

He picked up the brocade box gracefully, and did not hurt me again, saying: "You better give up and resist."

The tone is full of pity for the weak, pity that I was so easily seduced by the trap.

After the machine sets the target instruction, it is often unable to adapt to the situation.Frustrated, I asked, "Where are you taking me? Who is the prophet?"

"You'll know when you go." He squatted down and tapped the center of my eyebrows with his fingertips. The biting chill easily penetrated the shell equipped with a constant temperature system, clinging to every bionic nerve, like thick ink soaked in rice paper, dripping and overwhelming.

[The body temperature is too low, and the standby mode will be turned on soon. 】

There is also a black ink in front of my eyes - they bound my eyes with black forging.

In fact, standby is the same as sleep. People lose their perception of space and time during this period, and I am no exception.Everything was silent, the body was cold and damp, and the senses fell into a lifeless swamp, and only Jing Nian's helpless sigh was repeated in his ears.

"I've already persuaded Senior Brother Qi to devote himself to cultivation."

I am very frustrated, even if I have practiced for 1000 years, until the parts of the body are rusted to death, it will be difficult to gain a foothold in this world of cultivating immortals.

I'm a useless bionic robot.

Jing Nian came back from fetching water and found that I was missing, would he come to find me?

[Standby mode turned on—dream program activated——]

There is light in the darkness, and this time I have learned from the past, and I have already done a good job in psychological construction in advance.

It was a very boring dream.

Still in this labyrinthine mountain forest, the sky is also bright, and the swamp is cloudy, not reflecting a single star.

The people in black carried me through the forest, smoothly and quickly, and the monsters at the fork seemed to be hypnotized, turning a blind eye to them.

This dream is really similar to reality. Could it be that every time I have a prophetic dream?

I forced myself to cheer up a bit.

Just like the last time when he fell into a dream, what Jing Nian said was different from the reality, this time it was not completely predictable, and there were also differences in details.

Although I was unconscious in the dream, my body was not damaged, probably because I didn't have time to resist, so my eyes were not wrapped in black forged by them.

Seeing that the exit of the mountain forest was approaching, the man in black who was escorting me stopped strangely. I was wondering, when I saw the light of dawn suddenly lit up in the hazy sky.

"Senior Brother Qi didn't wait for me."

The young man in the sky smiled and complained, Jing Nian fell to the ground slowly, his face could not be seen clearly against the light, but the scorching light came from his raised palm, and then splashed down.

The fireworks of the day fall into the world, burning up the last trace of night.

In the twilight of the morning, the blood mist is flying, like scattered flowers in a mirror, blurred and sad.

The corpses of men in black with their heads and necks separated were piled up at their feet. After the miasma covering them dispersed, the logo of Karma Red Lotus appeared on their foreheads.

They are from Duye Palace.