Extreme Yama System

The genius just turned white, and Zhou Huiru woke up from her sleep. She turned her head habitually and glanced at Xue Wusuan, who was sitting beside the bed. She leaned in and rubbed on Xue Wusuan's knee a few times, and then Suddenly remembered something, his eyes swept to the bedside table, there was a box for jewelry on it.

"Really back?!"

Zhou Huiru was pleasantly surprised to see a black and red brooch quietly placed in the jewelry box.

"Get up."

"Well! I'm going to see electrical appliances today!"

"Can't you go another day? The house hasn't even started to be built yet. Don't wait a long time to see this?"

"No! Just go today! Otherwise, you'll be leaving tomorrow."

Early in the morning, the two of them were like young couples who opened a shop, eating breakfast while walking, smiling or coldly walking through the crowd of people at work, opening the flower shop, and starting the day's business.

But Guo Tianjian arrived earlier than the two of them. He even stood at the door of the flower shop and waited, like a student waiting for the teacher to teach. Respectful and apprehensive.

It is a miracle that a person over fifty can still step on the path of monasticism. Guo Tianjian, who is well-informed and thoughtful, naturally knows what to do and puts his position right.

Xue Wusuan made a phone call, and he arrived at this small county town by special plane that night. Before dawn, I went to the flower shop and waited.

"It's early. Come in."

Sitting on half of his buttocks and bending over, Guo Tianjian didn't dare to gossip with Xue Wusuan, so he went straight to the topic. He poured out everything he knew about "Wang Deyi".

After all, it is the people in the circle. The news is much more detailed than yesterday's hapless Jinyan Kuang.

According to Guo Tianjian, the Taoist priest surnamed Wang was a loose cultivator, or an evil cultivator, whose full name was Wang Deyi. Once the number one enemy of Daomen. It is said that there have been several bloodsheds. However, under the siege of several Taoist gates, Wang Deyi was still alive. Live longer than most people. Even now, no one can tell how old Wang Deyi is.

He killed all his life, but then became eerily silent, like an ascetic cultivator, walking all over the mountains and rivers, searching all over the place, no one knew what he was asking for. As for the origin, the origin of Wang Deyi's sect is unknown, and no one has ever said it clearly.

In addition, the Taoist monk Wang Deyi is still the only monk in the original world who can refine magic tools. It's just that most of the instruments that this man refined are vicious and vicious, and the monks of the right way have never contacted their faces because of their previous hatreds. On the contrary, such sects as Maoshan sect, which are both good and evil, have had deep contact with this Wang Deyi.

But when Xue Wusuan asked how he could find this "spirit", Guo Tianjian shook his head. Said that Wang Deyi's enemies are all over the world, and many people curse him to be immortal. But there was no trace of him at all. The dragon sees its tail but not its head, and there is no trace at all.

Now for Xue Wusuan, the key is to increase the accumulation of knowledge in the Wudao Underworld. This is the best and safest way to close the gap. In this way, the doorway of refining tools has become something that Xue Wusuan attaches great importance to.

Never thought that the world where he had lived for more than 30 years would contain so many secrets. The underworld, the underworld, the monks, the evil spirits, and now even the refiners have come out.

"What would happen if Zhong Mei combined the casting technology of the mortal world with the smelting technology of the Resident Evil world, and then combined the art of refining? Will there be a big explosion of knowledge and a new type of magic weapon that subverts the conventional way?"

No matter how. Guo Tianjian still responded to Xue Wusuan's request, saying that he would try his best to find this "Wang Deyi" when he went back, and once there was news, he would immediately notify Xue Wusuan.

Guo Tianjian left. Xue Wusuan wanted to visit the monk Wang Deyi, who had the Taoist name, and he had to wait until the next time. He was looking forward to it.

Having spent a long time in a timeless underworld, he would not feel "urgent" or "slow" at all, but he was used to the existence of no time, and he did not feel that six days had passed.

But for Zhou Huiru, no matter how it goes, time will not stop for a moment. It is extremely cruel to all things, yet extremely fair. Sunrise and sunset day after day. When the time is up, whether you like it or not, the moment you leave will never be delayed even a bit.

"Tell your parents that I will visit them during Chinese New Year."

"Okay. I'll wait for you to go back with me."

Close your eyes, then open them. Xue Wushen disappeared. As always, it went silently, like a dream that could never be woken up. Only the lost and found brooch pinned to her chest reminded Zhou Huiru that she had to continue this "dream".

Actually, I'm used to it. Every time this mysterious man who is like a poison disappears and appears like a drama without a script, it is more of an expectation, other things, just get carried away, there is no need to think about it.

What Xue Wusuan didn't know was that when he left the original world. Already in the hospital, Jin Yankuang, who had just finished the suture operation, unexpectedly received a call.

"Hello? Ah! Wang Zhenren? Yes, yes, it's me, I'm Jinyankuang, yes yes. But, this, I have no stock in my hand for now, why don't you wait? No, no, it's not money. The problem is, but there really isn't. What? Me? I'm in the hospital now, you, this..."

The phone didn't hang up, but Jin Yankuang was stunned. Outside the ward, at some point, a thin figure wearing a black gown appeared ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with white hair, black beard, and long eyebrows. Wasn't it the real Wang Zhen who was on the phone with him just now?

"What about your ears?"

Jin Yankuang quickly calmed his mind and replied, "Small matter, trivial matter, others cut my ears off for me because they thought it was an eyesore. Why are you always here?"

"Who did it? Do you want me to avenge you?"

"Wang Zhenren, no need, I'm..."

"Give me a new magic weapon, I will avenge you, and then give you the previous number."

The golden eyes suddenly collapsed. He never thought about getting revenge. The mysterious man before had impressed him too deeply. He has self-awareness, and getting revenge is the cause of his death. So even if the "Wang Zhenren" in front of him wanted to help him get ahead, he didn't want to. But the other party seemed to be unwilling to allow him to refuse.

what to do?

"Wang Zhenren. I really don't need it. That's it! I'll be discharged from the hospital immediately, contact my friends, and I'll let you know as soon as there is news of the magic weapon, okay?"

"You have a special aura about you. It was also a monk who cut your ears? He stole the magic weapon from your hand? Do you know where he is now?"

Jin Yankuang was extremely bitter, what is this? This is to ignore his words at all!

Just as he was about to speak, he saw this "Wang Zhenren" suddenly patted his head with one hand. A stinging pain penetrated into his brain instantly, as if something had been caught by life. Then he passed out.

And that "Wang Zhenren" was expressionless for a moment before retracting his hand on Jinyan Kuang's head. After being silent for a while, he muttered to himself, "Brooch? I've never seen a magic weapon of this size. I just don't know who that fellow Taoist is, but to actually give a magic weapon to an ordinary woman, what a tyrannical thing!"