Found another book-wearer today

Ouyang Haoyuan coughed heavily, and spots of scarlet blood spilled from his lips.

The scars from Tianlei's body continued to ache, and under the silk robe was a large area of ​​scorched blackness. Even with the best heavenly healing medicine, the healing effect was extremely limited.

Ouyang Haoyuan was not in a hurry, he was patient and experienced, and knew that he would get better eventually.

Heaven really favors the son of luck, even if that guy is dead, he will not allow others to intervene in his luck.

Ouyang Haoyuan thought casually, and said casually, "Come here."

As his words fell, the well-dressed man in the courtyard with a long sword moved, as if recovering from standby, and walked into the house silently.

Ouyang Haoyuan: "Kneel down."

The man knelt down without saying a word.

Ouyang Haoyuan tilted his head and looked at him, then suddenly said: "Slash yourself with a sword."

Without the slightest hesitation, the man flashed a ray of light across the air with the sharp edge of the sword, pointing at his chest.

puff-

The blade pierced into the flesh and made a slight sound.

When doing this, the man's expression remained numb, he saw neither pain nor forbearance, as if there was no soul in his body, only the absolute thought of following the instructions.

Ouyang Haoyuan looked at him quietly, and after a while he showed a cruel smile: "Turn the blade, keep turning, I can't stop unless I call to stop."

If it were any normal person, it would be difficult to keep calm when hearing these words. After all, a weapon only enters the body in an instant, and the continuous rotation is equivalent to stirring the flesh and blood, changing from a regular textured tissue structure to a broken rot, The pain to be endured in this can be imagined.

But the well-dressed man remained expressionless, holding the front hilt of the sword with both hands, and began to turn it mechanically.

The physical strength of the seventh-layer monk was already terrifying, but the force he exerted on his hands was even stronger. In an instant, some kind of indescribable strange noise echoed in the entire hall, and the blood gushing from the man's chest was even more terrifying. The clothes were quickly dyed red, making it even more shocking.

His face gradually turned pale, but the movements of his hands did not stop, and his eyes were always empty and numb.

Ouyang Haoyuan finally called to stop.

The man stopped, maintaining his original posture, not even the slightest bend in the curvature of his back.

If there were monks from the Southwest Secret Realm here at this time, they would be dumbfounded.

Because this man is a well-known ruthless character on their side, and he treasures his life more than anything else. If someone dares to use tricks to harm his body, he will definitely return it a hundred times. How could it be like this? Generally indifferent?

If other newcomers to the book are here, I'm afraid it will be unbelievable, because this man is supposed to be the final villain of the novel, the lifelong enemy of the protagonist Zhong Weiwan, and he will not be down until the end of the novel.

But now he is just a puppet in Ouyang Haoyuan's hands without self-awareness.

Ouyang Haoyuan looked at the man condescendingly, feeling bored in his heart.

"Go away." He said coldly.

The man really rolled away, leaving a long bloodstain all over the floor.

Ouyang Haoyuan walked up to the ice coffin, looking down at the face of the person in the coffin.

The body has been well preserved, but the face is covered with a layer of frost, and there is no vitality visible to the naked eye, leaving the lifeless years and silence.

He stretched out his fingertips and gently touched the other's skin.The touch is cold and hard, like some kind of realistic porcelain.

Ouyang Haoyuan thought to himself, so what if he is biased?

He can turn the villain into his own dog in a hundred years, and naturally he can also win the luck of the protagonist. He is an existence from the high-dimensional world, and he is naturally superior to these two-dimensional beings living on pieces of paper.

He bent down inadvertently, and faced Zhong Weiwan in the ice coffin. The latter's astonishing appearance revealed a certain unique beauty after being tainted by frost and snow.

Ouyang Haoyuan was a little absorbed in watching, and gradually other thoughts emerged in his mind.

He looks so good-looking, if this person can come back to life, maybe after taking away his luck, he can be made into a puppet that belongs to me alone...

Ouyang Haoyuan woke up suddenly, and frowned, he was no stranger to this kind of emotion, it would always appear suddenly at no time, it was a cancer left by the original owner of the body.

"...Dead for more than 100 years and still want to influence me? Dreaming!"

As soon as the words fell, he coughed violently again, affecting the injuries all over his body, and his face quickly turned a little gray.

"Sneak in?" he murmured.

No one answered him, and the hall was silent.

Ouyang Haoyuan was silent for a moment, took out a sword talisman, recorded what he was about to explain, and then waved it away.

The sword talisman turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

A few days later, the first elder Wan Jianshan announced his retreat.The news quickly spread throughout the continent like a bird with wings.

But everyone was not too surprised, they all heard about the robbery cloud that enveloped Wanjian Mountain not long ago, and thought it was Ouyang Haoyuan's first attempt.

Since there is a first time, there will be a second and third time after all... After all, a monk who has reached the half-step ascension state, even if he has seen the end of his practice, it is human nature to want to give it a go .

And if the breakthrough is successful, it will become the No. 1 ascension in the world of cultivating immortals for nearly a thousand years.

Only a very small number of people know the truth of the matter, but they all keep silent.

This includes Luo Dashan who received the letter of the sword talisman.

*****

Luo Dashan is quite round.

Perhaps it would be polite to describe it as round. After all, his eyes were squeezed into slits by the fat, and his body was like an inflated ball. He always walked with a bit of festiveness.

There are precious utensils hanging all over his body, some of which are purely for decoration, and some are magic weapons for protecting himself.

Yes, he is very rich.

Luo Dashan runs an auction venue called Fengyu Pavilion, which has been slowly accumulating since a hundred years ago, and has become a household name today. It has also developed branches including Tianhai Pavilion to expand other businesses.

As a traveler, Luo Dashan had never read this novel in his original world, so he didn't know the specific plot, and he didn't want to become a powerful person. He just hoped to change his poor situation and live comfortably.

The thing he regretted most in his life was getting acquainted with Ouyang Haoyuan.

But now that he is on a pirate ship, and the handle is in the hands of the other party, it is difficult to get out of it.

And the most important thing is, that guy has already ascended half a step, and he is only in the third level. Even if he calls all the bodyguards to erect a human wall in front of him, he may not be able to stop him for a few seconds.

Looking at the list listed in the sword talisman biography, Luo Dashan was full of sorrow. Ouyang Haoyuan asked him for many precious and precious medicinal materials, which was a huge sum of money.

There was a knock on the door outside.

The waiter came in with tea, and seeing Luo Dashan's complexion was a little heavy, he asked, "Master, did you not sleep well last night?"

Luo Dashan: "Ah, no."

He thought for a while, and then said with a dejected expression: "Actually, it is true."

The servant has been with Luo Dashan for many years, so he knows more or less about his situation. Even though his family is rich, no one is richer than him in this affluent Jiangnan area, but he often cannot sleep at night and is haunted by nightmares.

Naturally, there were also doctors who came to diagnose him, including those who could cure the dead and cure the bones, but none of them showed any signs of evil spirits, and only said that they were worrying too much during the day.

"Do you need me to fetch some medicine for you?" the waiter asked.

Luo Dashan waved his hand: "Take it, take it... By the way, I'm also preparing for the itinerary for a few days, it's time to go."

Waiter: "It's ready."

Everyone in Luofu knew that Luo Dashan would go out every five years for fifteen days.

Others might not know where he was going, but the servant knew very well that Luo Dashan went to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons in the far west, where he worshiped the souls of the dead on the edge of the cliff.

He speculated that this might have something to do with Luo Dashan's nightmare, but he never took the initiative to ask questions and did his duty with due diligence.

In fact, the waiter's guess was completely correct.

Ever since he was designed by Ouyang Haoyuan to accidentally kill Zhong Weiwan more than a hundred years ago, Luo Dashan's conscience has always been a little bit apologetic.

In his previous life, he was a law-abiding, good-natured young man who paid attention to the harmony of his neighbors and even apologized repeatedly for accidentally stepping on someone else's foot. How could he ever think that he would kill someone one day?

Although he didn't do it directly, the white jade belt that caused Zhong Weiwan's spiritual power to be greatly consumed was indeed presented by him.

Because of this, in the first nights, he would frequently dream of Zhong Weiwan's disappointed and resentful eyes, accompanied by various horrific death scenes, which made him wake up suddenly from the nightmare, and the bed was drenched in cold sweat.

Later, he turned his attention to the operation of Fengyu Pavilion, supplemented by medical treatment, and the symptoms were relieved, but it still lingered like a gangrene.

I don't know when it started, he formed the habit of going to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons regularly to pay respects to the clock before it was too late.

Time flies, and it is this time again in a blink of an eye.

On the third day, Luo Dashan embarked on the cloud shuttle to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Demons, and arrived at the huge crack as scheduled.

But what he didn't expect was that he would meet someone there.

"You you you you you..." Luo Dashan stammered, and it took him a while to straighten his tongue, "Are you Zhong Weiwan!?"

Zhong Weiwan was also a little surprised.

Earlier, when he saw a cloud shuttle flying by in the sky, he followed it out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that the person walking down from the cloud shuttle was actually Luo Dashan.

"You've gotten so fat," he sighed.

"It's not so fat, it just looks more round... Wait, now is not the time to talk about this!" He swallowed, stared at the young man opposite, and said in a trembling voice, "It's not too late?"

"Ah."

"You, are you a human or a ghost??"

Zhong Weiwan thought for a while and said, "Aren't you a human or a ghost?"

Luo Dashan: "..."

Luo Dashan didn't know what to say for a moment, and the extreme joy rushed into his heart uncontrollably, causing his chest to heave violently.

"You, you..." He grinned, and at this moment he was as happy as a fool, "As expected of the protagonist, I can't kill you like that!"

Zhong Weiwan: "..."

Zhong Weiwan looked calm: "So you want to kill me?"

Luo Dashan was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted, and hastily denied: "No, I mean, your vitality is tenacious, which is really great!"

Zhong Weiwan was silent for a moment, did not continue this topic, and talked about another matter: "You just mentioned the protagonist."

Luo Dashan: "Ah..."

Zhong Weiwan asked earnestly, "Are you a book walker?"