I am the only one who is normal among the chuunibyou in the world

Shi Ling returned to the courtyard. The courtyard was very peaceful. There were two unharmed corpses lying in the courtyard. The Shadowless Swordsman stood at the door of the living room with a pale face. He said nothing and his whole body was tense. His eyes were full of fear.

In this world, corpses are very common, and Shi Ling has seen a lot of them, so he doesn't pay too much attention to them. What he cares about is what happened in this compound.

He walked into the living room and saw his uncle sitting upright. There was a yam at his feet, which was the Divine Sword of Que.

Seeing Shi Ling entering the door, Uncle Master suddenly got angry. He took out the yam at his feet and stabbed Shi Ling straight at him.

And Shi Ling subconsciously swung his sword, as if he was about to cut off the "Tianque Divine Sword", but the next second, the tip of the uncle's sword turned and headed straight for Shi Ling's waist, but Shi Ling's speed Not too slow, he dodged the sword completely unconsciously, and then slashed out with the sword in his hand, almost hitting his uncle.

The uncle didn't answer. He continued to fight with Shi Ling. The yam in his hand stabbed Shi Ling's vitals several times, but Shi Ling dodged it every time. Moreover, the knife in Shi Ling's hand struck at him one after another. It was extremely thrilling every time. , it almost killed Uncle Master.

The Shadowless Swordsman watched with fear outside the door. In his eyes, these two peerless swordsmen were fighting each other. The light and shadow of the swords were dazzling, and the swordsmanship of the two was extremely amazing.

The Shadowless Swordsman felt that he benefited a lot just by watching.

Shi Ling and Master Shishu continued to attack, and neither side could do anything to the other, until after ten moves, Master Shishu suddenly ran out of energy, took several steps back, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Shi Ling was startled and asked, "Uncle Master?"

Uncle Master raised a hand, he signaled Shi Ling to shut up, then picked up the yam again and killed him. His sword skills were wide open and pointed at Shi Ling's vital points, but Shi Ling didn't know why his sword skills soared. No matter what Uncle Master's skills were, he No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit Shi Ling.

After ten more rounds, the uncle vomited out a mouthful of blood, and then half-knelt on the ground. Shi Ling tried to help him, but the uncle raised his hand to stop Shi Ling.

"You understand." Uncle Master said happily.

Shi Ling was silent. He knew that his uncle was testing him, and he didn't understand why his swordsmanship suddenly improved by leaps and bounds. Could it be that Zhu Lin really understood the way of swordsmanship?

"The moves of the Divine Sword Style are to open and close, so no one on the field can be their opponent, but the swords of our Demon Sword Sect are different. Our Demon Sword Sect's goal is to kill the enemy, so no matter what sword, As long as it can kill the enemy, it is a good sword. The sword technique you have learned is very strong, and you will not lose against the leader of the Divine Sword Style!" Uncle Master sat down cross-legged and spoke with difficulty.

Shi Ling couldn't see any wounds on his body, but judging from his uncle's condition, he seemed to have run out of energy.

"What happened?" Shi Ling asked. He was not stupid either. He knew that someone attacked the compound while he was away, but was killed by his uncle. But where were the little junior sister and the children?

"The disciples of the Divine Sword Style attacked and were killed by me, but I was seriously injured. After this battle, I am no longer able to survive. Of course, you don't have to blame yourself, because my injuries are incurable. It can be cured, but sooner or later I will die." Uncle Master was very calm. In such a world, death is not a terrible thing. The only thing he cares about is the Demon Sword Sect.

Shi Ling squatted down and said, "Maybe there is a way. Don't give up hope."

"I know my situation best. If I hadn't used the elixir to kill me, I would have died long ago when I was wiped out by the magic sword. The reason why I can survive until now is just to let my old bones I just want to do my best for the Demon Sword Sect. Now that I have done what I should do, it is time to go." Uncle Master sat cross-legged, his expression was very indifferent, he had already taken a dim view of life and death.

Shi Ling remained silent. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it. He was not a healer and could not heal his uncle's injuries. His heart was dead and no one could restore it.

Although he was clearly unscathed, he was still going to die. After his death, a body collector came to collect his body, and then he was thrown into the incinerator. His heart and body were destroyed, and everything ceased to exist.

Shi Ling knew that everything was irreversible. Uncle Shi had reached the point where the oil and the lamp were exhausted. A candle will always burn out, but even if the candle burns out, it must provide the last ray of light.

"Senior, let's go!" Shi Ling hugged his uncle with a serious expression and a look of admiration in his eyes.

Uncle Senior's eyes had begun to blur. He seemed to have seen something, and then murmured to himself: "Brother, I have completed my mission, and I am here to find you."

Uncle Master's pupils kept dilating, and he seemed to see some kind of distant place that didn't exist. His soul seemed to have gone there, to that warm place, while his physical body was left behind in the world.

Uncle Master, he’s dead.

He didn't close his eyes until the last moment, no one knew what he saw.

The Shadowless Swordsman was trembling outside the door, his teeth chattering.

Shi Ling bowed to his uncle, then stretched out his hand to press his eyelids to let him rest in silence. After that, Shi Ling walked out of the room, and the Shadowless Swordsman followed suit, hot on his heels.

Shi Ling asked: "Why are you following me?"

The Shadowless Swordsman's teeth chattered as he said, "Please take me away from this place. I can't leave without you!"

Shi Ling glanced at the Shadowless Swordsman. He didn't seem to be pretending, as if there was something really trapping him in this silent courtyard, preventing him from leaving.

Shi Ling turned around and glanced at his uncle, finding that he had his eyes closed peacefully, not looking like he was causing trouble.

Weird.

Shi Ling continued to walk out of the courtyard. Nothing could stop him. He walked out of the courtyard easily, and the Shadowless Swordsman followed closely behind him and walked out of the courtyard.

"Huh -" the Shadowless Swordsman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I finally came out. I'm really afraid that I will stay in there forever."

Shi Ling said: "What happened?"

The Shadowless Swordsman said: "I don't know. When I woke up, there was no one in the courtyard. There were two corpses in the courtyard. They were members of my Divine Sword family. That guy was sitting in the living room, exuding odor all over his body. The weird smell scared me and I ran out immediately, but I couldn't escape. It was like a ghost beating a wall. "

Shi Ling couldn't help but feel creepy. This compound was very old. If no one lived there, it would be really weird.

Shi Ling stopped staying. He headed straight to the construction site to the west. The Shadowless Swordsman still didn't recover. He followed Shi Ling, but suddenly, Shi Ling felt a strange and terrifying sight behind him, and he immediately turned around. , but saw nothing, because he could not see the situation in the compound even after walking far away.

The Shadowless Swordsman suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. He trembled and said, "Boss. Boss, let's leave quickly. There's something wrong with the compound, and there's something wrong with the old man."