Celestial Masters Alliance

I don’t know how long it took, but I heard Huang Xiao’s urgent call. The voice seemed to come from outside the glass cover, very close but unable to really touch. One of my eyes was opened by an external force, and the bright white light swayed twice before returning to darkness.

After a while, the whole body began to tingle like an electric shock. This tingling originated from the fingertips and scalp, and finally gathered in the internal organs. Then the abdominal cavity began to churn, and soon subsided suddenly, like a deliberate reserve before a war. .

The pain just now caused cold sweat to soak everything I could touch. Now the heat in the sweat has evaporated, taking away more heat than my body can provide. I kept shaking, and before I could find a solution No way, the pain came again, more violent than last time, it could even be called brutal.

Perhaps because of the pain, I kept twitching. Huang Xiao's voice sounded anxiously above my ears again. I wanted to make a sound to reassure him, but I couldn't.

After a while, the pain began to shift from the fingers to the center of the body, then to numbness, and finally concentrated in the stomach. An arm exerted force from behind my back, pushed me up, and then got stuck on the back of my neck. , pressed me on top of a red plastic bucket, and the overwhelming feeling surged from my stomach to my throat, and then spurted out of my mouth. I opened my eyes slightly in the middle, and I really wished I had never opened my eyes. Because there is a layer of squirming red bugs in the red bucket. If they stayed there, I might mistake them for cut sewing thread.

After I finished vomiting, my consciousness was pulled away again. It felt wonderful, like walking in the desert all day and drinking sweet spring water.

When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was the old, burnt-yellow ceiling. This type of ceiling was once popular, but later it withdrew from the historical stage of the decoration industry because it could not safely hide wires and easily caused fire hazards. I turned my eyes to look for the source of the light. A figure turned its back to me, blocking the light.

His shoulders were broad and thin, so I assumed he was a man, but what man wears a shiny silver shirt and dyes his hair light blue? Did he accidentally break into our world from the second dimension?

"You are so lucky!" The man said suddenly without moving.

Are you talking to me? I raised my neck and glanced around the room. My eyes quickly adapted to the dim light.

The house is only about ten square meters. The ordinary gray walls have fallen off badly, and large pieces of loess are exposed inside. One wall is occupied by bookshelves, which are piled with books that have turned yellow or even dark brown. Next to them are bookshelves. The paint on the wooden door is curled up. I guess it was originally light green or light blue. The gray terrazzo floor mixed with white gravel reminds me of the sanitation service station long ago.

Apart from the bookshelf, the only other things in the room were the small table blocked by the man and the wooden chair under his butt. Oh, and of course there was the bed beneath me that creaked at the slightest movement.

The house is dilapidated, and there are still so many old books piled up. It does not smell of mold or damp, but it has a refreshing sandalwood fragrance. It is not like the smell of smoke in the temple, but like the freshness of the branches when they are just separated from the tree trunk.

"Your poison has been purged!" The man spoke again, his voice steady and thin. It's somewhat similar to his back.

"Oh! Thank you!" My mind was spinning rapidly, capturing the information in his simple words. "I have a brother who has also been poisoned. Can you help me purge him too?" I was startled by the sound I made. It was hoarse, as if I was terminally ill.

The man laughed, turned towards me, and looked at me with interest.

How should I describe this person's appearance? If wood is resolute and deep, I am a yuppie, and Trumpet is the representative of a sunny boy, then the person in front of me can add a new type to male beauty pictures, that is coquettish. Coquettish is not sissy, and it is not at all like a sissy. Cuteness doesn’t come into play.

His eyes were bright and smart under the dim light. The light came from behind, naturally applying eye shadow on him, making the ends of his eyes slightly upward. The tall, narrow nose gives the face a three-dimensional outline. The palm-sized face is a bit pale, as if it has never been bathed in the sun. His slightly curly light blue hair would be absolutely weird on an ordinary person, but it was just right on his body.

"You just came back from the gate of life and death, and you are still thinking about others." When he smiled, his teeth leaked from his lips, which was probably the only imperfection in this seemingly perfect person.

"It's not someone else, it's my brother." I was eager to ask him to remove the poison from the wood, and my tone became heavier unconsciously.

He pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders slightly: "It's not the poison I helped you purge. It's the centipede. You happened to encounter the centipede poison that can purge the poison."

"Are there any more centipedes? I have to catch one quickly." I jumped up from the bed, but was knocked down again by dizziness.

The man laughed again: "Are you sure you can catch the same centipede?"

I felt my face heat up at my own recklessness: "Can I ask you for help?"

He pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows, which were also dyed a light color, and let out a heavy breath: "This really can't help you. I just checked the book to confirm that you purged poison." He picked up the book he was reading and handed it to In front of me, he pointed out to me the section he saw.

I propped myself up with my elbows and sat up straight. I took the ancient book that looked like it had been tarred for more than ten years. I tried to get as close as possible to the retro desk lamp. Only then did I realize that I couldn’t understand the words in the book. I looked at it with helpless eyes. The charming man said: "Please help me translate." At this time, I noticed the jade lock under the desk lamp, and I subconsciously touched my neck.

The man raised the corner of his mouth and pointed at the fragile ancient book with his finger. Instead of telling me the origins of various bugs, he immediately got to the point: "Heart-eating poison is a high-level poison that controls people's thoughts and behaviors. "There was a large section in the middle that he left empty without translation. I guess it was about introducing training methods.

"The behavior of the poisoned person can be controlled remotely, and the parasite will not be cannibalized, and the reproduction can be controlled." After saying that, he took his hand away from the book, frowned at me and said, "It's very strange, the operation of this kind of voodoo technique There are many methods, but the person who cast the poison on you chose the one that is the most difficult to operate, the easiest to purge, and the most scarce of insects. The person who cast the poison on you is a master among masters."

"This poison will not clear up for a while, will it have any impact on my brother?" I quickly asked.

"Didn't I just say it! This is the safest kind of poison. As long as your brother doesn't offend the person who cast the poison, he will be fine. No matter what, it won't kill him." The figure seemed to reveal himself. With great patience, after finishing speaking, he carefully closed the book, placed it on the corner of the table, and picked up the jade lock with shoelaces under the desk lamp.

I think they took the jade lock off when I was vomiting: "Huang Xiao asked me to bring this jade lock to one of his warlock friends to see. Are you the warlock Huang Xiao mentioned?"

"Warlock?" He smiled slightly when he heard this title. This man seemed to love to laugh and was easy to get along with. In fact, I just want to find a topic and don't want to cool down the atmosphere. How could there be a Taoist priest dressed like this? In my impression, Taoist priests are all wearing yellow robes, with high hats on their heads, and two floats behind them. They have a long belt, a compass in one hand, and a mahogany sword in the other. They both seem to have goatees.

"This title is quite appropriate."

What he said was undoubtedly an affirmation of his identity. It was so surprising! How could there be a Taoist priest dressed like this!

He smiled with satisfaction when he saw my surprised look: "We have three Taoist priests here. You have already met Fatty. My name is Zhang Lingxi, who can do some armor-evading techniques. There is also one named Ma Tiantong, who is very good at Qimen." Gossip is a bit researched. You'll meet the freak soon enough."

From what he said, it seemed that he had a strong opinion against the Taoist priest named Ma Tiantong. I smiled awkwardly but politely: "What do you think of this jade lock?"