Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 1122 Lingxi Seal

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   Under the gaze of everyone, Lao Mu opened his eyes.

  He frowned and didn't speak.

   "What's the matter? Is there any difficulty?" Seeing that Lao Mu had a bad expression, Wu Ren asked hastily.

   "I can't find Laogou Luo," Lao Mu pondered, "Weird."

   "Why can't I find it?" Wu Ren said, "Baby can feel Luo Laogou. He is very dangerous now and will die soon."

   "I can just feel him, but I can't find him," the baby said in a fair way, "If you want to find him, you have to use his soul-inducing banner..."

"That's right, it's the soul-inducing banner," Lao Mu said. "Ghost messengers are free spirits in nature. If their soul-inducing banners are not around, not only can Ting not be able to find the ghost messenger's location, but also... the ghost messenger's own spirit body It won't last long before it disappears..."

   "Then what should we do?" Wu Ren never expected that his plan would be stuck at this step, "Then can you determine where Luo Laogou last appeared?"

   "This...it's okay..."

  Lao Mu tapped a pen in mid-air, and a huge picture scroll appeared in the air, slowly unfolding in front of everyone.

   Several people leaned over and saw a clear picture on the scroll. It was a man standing in front of a huge black vortex, trying to get in.

   "Is this the place?" Wu Ren scratched his head, "Can't you see the surrounding environment? You can't tell where it is."

   "Things from the world of the living cannot be presented on this spirit engraving," Lao Mu said, "What is this vortex? Have you ever seen it?"

  Everyone shook their heads.

  Things seem to be reaching a dead end once again.

   After a long time, Cen Hua moved the wheelchair and silently approached the coffin seal.

  She raised her hand and pointed to Lao Luo in the painting.

   "There seems to be something around this Old Dog Luo."

  After hearing what she said, everyone widened their eyes and looked carefully.

  Indeed, there was a slender lavender shimmer surrounding Lao Luo's body. If you don't look carefully, you can't tell what it is at all.

   "What is this?" Wu Ren asked.

   "Since it will appear on the engraving of the spirit, it means that it is not a living thing," Cen Hua said calmly, "Could it be...a touch of spirit?"

   "Lingxi? Whose Lingxi?" Wu Ren looked at Lao Mu.

  Old Mu was thinking, and after a long while, he raised his head and said, "I remember, beside Laogou Luo, there is indeed a person whose physical body is dead, but the spirit has not yet entered reincarnation..."

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  The familiar bell sound.

  Suddenly, Lao Luo clearly felt a slight fluctuation in the surrounding temperature.

  Among the blood-red eyes, there seems to be a golden light seeping in through this impenetrable red wall.

  Lao Luo's body trembled a little.

it is true? Or hallucination?

  Lao Luo recognized that golden light.

   That is called the light of life.

   is very faint, but it does exist.

  Lao Luo struggled hard and stuck his head out of the water.

   Jingle...jingle...

  The sound of bells, from far to near.

  A group of clear gold is approaching him.

  Lao Luo's eyes widened.

   Soon, the golden color moved in front of him almost instantly.

  The appearance of that thing was shrouded in golden light, and Lao Luo couldn't see clearly. He could only see a golden columnar object gradually protruding from the golden light and stretching towards him.

   Lao Luo, whose brain was in chaos, only felt that the object looked familiar, but couldn't realize what it was for a while.

   But that doesn't matter anymore.

   For the current Lao Luo, it is a life-saving straw.

   That is the hand of God.

  Lao Luo was so grateful that he almost shed tears.

  He stretched out his left hand, desperately grabbing the life-saving straw.

   Grab it!

  Old dog Luo, hurry up!

  Lao Luo exerted all his breastfeeding strength and hung his whole body under the object. His left hand seemed to have turned into a pliers, clamping it firmly.

  In an instant, a golden light bloomed in front of my eyes.

  Lao Luo hugged Zhuge Shou with one hand, and clutched the object with the other. He had no more hands to cover his eyes, so he could only close his eyes tightly in embarrassment.

  The pain around the body dissipated little by little.

warmth.

  Lao Luo felt the warmth.

  The warm and smooth feel in the palm of my left hand is very familiar to me...

   "Master..."

   "Master...you wake up..."

   A soft calling sounded in the ears.

  Lao Luo's heart beat wildly twice.

  It’s so familiar...it’s something I haven’t heard for a long time...

  Old Luo held his breath and opened his eyes in disbelief.

  In front of my eyes, there were two slightly blurred figures.

   Those were two figures that Lao Luo absolutely did not expect.

   "Ah... Azhi?" Lao Luo tried hard to think about what was going on in the scene in front of him, "And...Xiao Shou?..."

   The two standing in front of Lao Luo are exactly the disciples of Baliangshui, his disciples of Lao Luo—Huang Zhi and Zhuge Shou.

   "It's me, Master," Huang Zhi looked at Lao Luo with reluctance in his eyes, "Master, are you okay?"

   "What...what's going on here?" Lao Luo suddenly remembered that his right hand was still holding Zhuge Shou who was in a coma, and hurriedly looked down, "Xiao Shou, you obviously...how could it be?..."

   "Master," Zhuge Shou in front of him looked at Lao Luo, lowered his head slightly melancholy, "Master, don't be sad."

   "You...you..."

  Looking at the blurred and translucent bodies of the two, Lao Luo suddenly understood.

  Huang Zhi is dead, and the person in front of him, if nothing else happens, should be Huang Zhi's last trace of psychic power.

  However, Zhuge Shou also looks like this, which means...

  Old Luo trembled, and touched the neck of the unconscious Zhuge Shou.

  I can't feel any pulse beating anymore.

  Old Luo choked suddenly.

"Xiao Shou...you..." Lao Luo was sad and at a loss, not knowing whether he should look at Zhuge Shou in his arms, or at Zhuge Shou in front of him, "Xiao Shou...it's because Master didn't protect you well, Master...Master, I'm sorry You... I'm sorry you..."

   "Master, don't do this," Zhuge Shou stepped forward and held Lao Luo's arm, "This is not your fault."

   "I shouldn't have left the two of you alone on the bridge, let alone..."

   "Master, since the physical bodies of the two of us have been destroyed, there is no need to miss it anymore." Huang Zhi grabbed Lao Luo's left hand and said firmly, "The two of us came here to return this thing to you."

  Old Luo turned his head, only then did he see clearly what he was holding tightly in his hand.

   That is my soul-inducing banner.

  The soul-inviting banner is the only tool used by the ghost messenger to establish contact with the court, but when he entered this world, the soul-inviting banner disappeared.

  Lao Luo originally thought that the soul-inducing banner could not enter this space.

   "Where did you find it?" Lao Luo put down Zhuge Shou's body, grabbed a disciple with one hand, as if greeting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "What happened?"

  (end of this chapter)