My Personal School Flower

Cold sweat, again emerged from the old forehead.

He felt his heart beating more and more, as if rushing out of his throat at any time.

"Want to drink water? Come in!"

Suddenly, a faint voice sounded, unlike the old voice of Sang Lao in those houses. This voice was not young, as if it were the voice of a middle-aged person.

At the moment when Heiying's voice sounded, Lao Lao was no longer afraid, but there was a feeling of fairy sound falling from the sky, weeping with joy.

Finally met a good guy!

Lao Lao thought, thanks incessantly, and walked into the courtyard.

"Snapped!"

A light sound and a flash of light ignited from the side of the dark shadow, and the dim light illuminated the entire yard instantly.

But now, if Lao Lao is standing outside the courtyard, he will be surprised to find that in the courtyard, it is still dark, and the figures of him and the shadow are invisible.

The dark night, like a tombstone, exudes a strong sense of depression, which makes people breathless.

柒 The old mouth was dry, and he took the tea brought by the middle-aged man and poured it into his stomach with his head up. The warm tea was sweet and made him feel that the tea he drank today, although ordinary Pass, but it is definitely the best tea he has ever had in his life.

"Strange!"

The old man murmured and looked at the middle-aged man.

However, it was found in the hands of the middle-aged man that he was holding a long white cloth, which was like a veil, and the breeze blew, gradually raising a hint of mist.

"His ~"

Suddenly, the old man felt a sense of suffocation.

He found in horror that there was no flesh and blood in one arm of the middle-aged man. The white bones were extremely scary.

"Saw?"

The middle-aged man suddenly raised his head and took the initiative to raise the arm with only bones left.

The old man only felt scalp numbness, a chill emerged in his heart.

"It's all those people."

The middle-aged man suddenly looked at the house next to him, staring straight at the flashing lights, as if a resentment erupted in his mouth, and growled:

"The practitioners of the Five Realms of the True Gods are simply demons. For their own cultivation, they are totally disregarding the lives of other people. You shouldn't go to them just now.

The middle-aged man said, and suddenly sighed again, with a strange weird smell in his words, shook his head, but no longer wanted to continue, lowered his head and started his business again.

At this moment, when he was old, there was a kind of humiliation in his throat, and the fear in his heart made him feel unable to say a word.

"What the **** did they do?"

"Why shouldn't I go to them?"

The old voice became hoarse, as if it was suppressing something, and it seemed to be stuck in his neck and talking desperately, but he could only speak in this tone.

"If you want to live, learn from me. If you can learn and refine this thing, you still have a chance to live."

The middle-aged man seemed reluctant to explain anything, but raised the white puppet in his hand, suggesting.

"what is this?"

All the strange things made the old man look at the white old man's eyes in the hands of the middle-aged man with a hint of fear. He felt that this thing was not a good thing.

"This is a ghost rope, which can absorb people's resentment." The middle-aged man said lightly.

"Oh!"

On the old head, like a waterfall, a layer of cold sweat emerged again.

"resentment?"

"It turns out to be something that can absorb anger?"

"Why refining this thing, does refining it help me?"

柒 The old asked in horror.

"Do you want to die or live? Don't talk so much nonsense, learn from me."

The middle-aged man seemed to be angered by the embarrassment of the old man, and his face was distorted, and the old man glared at the old man with a sharp sip, but from the side, he picked up a pile of new materials and made the ghost rope from scratch.

Old man moved his dry lips and wanted to say something, but in his mind, a rage of middle-aged man appeared.

In the end, the old man still didn't say anything, but just like the middle-aged man, he picked up a pile of new materials from the side, and prepared to learn how to make the ghost rope with the middle-aged man.

That's right!

Everything that Lao Lao encountered was an illusion created by Tang Yu in order to be Lao Lao and be able to take the initiative to learn how to make the Soul Rope.

Bian Lao was limited to the lowest level in Tang Yu's illusion. He didn't realize that everything he experienced was illusion.

Of course, this is also because, when he was first drawn closer to the illusion, the old man was already frightened and disturbed, which made Tang Yu take advantage.

I was so fortunate that I could learn from the middle-aged man and learn how to make a rope for the soul.

This middle-aged man is not someone else, but Min Chou, who has been tragically dead, but under the deliberate cover of Tang Yu, the old man did not find anything.

In fact, Tang Yu's illusion has many loopholes.

For example, those thunder and lightning, that heavy rain, and those rooms that can release the breath of the true gods of the Five Realms, the lights are on.

If the old man is not so scared and can be bold enough to rush directly into the room, then he will surely find that in these rooms, there is actually no one.

Not only that, if you look at the breath of these true gods, they will definitely belong to the same person.

These breaths were brought into the illusion by Tang Yu's ability to use Xuanyue to kill.

Otherwise, Tang Yu himself has no way to let the old man feel the breath of the true gods of the Five Realms, even if it is an illusion he arranged, but his strength is not as high as the true gods of the Five Realms.

Lao Lao was in fear, stepping into the big pit dug by Tang Yu, without knowing it.

"Did you hide something from me? The ghost rope seems to be simple to make. Why can't I succeed?"

This was the 100th time that Lao Lao tried to make the ghost rope, but he failed in the end.

For Lao Lao, a hundred attempts may take several months, but for Tang Yu, this is just an instant thing.

After Lao Lao's tenth attempt to refine the Ghost Rope failed, Tang Yu knew that Lao Lao was not the man he was looking for and could make the Ghost Rope.

However, Tang Yu didn't care. He had expected that to happen in the beginning.

Possibly, not only the elders, including the elders of the elders, none of them were able to successfully make the ghost rope.

After all, the method of refining the Ghost Rope is simple, but it can be successfully refined, but there are not many, otherwise, the practitioner who can refining the Ghost Rope will not be so precious in Liuyun Town. Not to mention that the babies and ghosts of the true gods of the Six Realms are willing to contribute to protect them.

After confirming that Lao Lao was not the person he wanted to find, Tang Yu began to fight against Lao Lao's men.

According to the level of inner fear, Tang Yu pulled them into the illusion one by one, letting them experience experiences similar to those of elders.

I do n’t know if it ’s too scared or Tang Yu ’s magical powers. The illusions he ’s made are really too advanced. Even in the beginning, the practitioners of the Three Realms of the Three Realms and the Four Realms of the Reality realize that they may fall into In the illusion, but after they entered the illusion, they all forgot about it.

In illusion, after several years, decades, or even tens of thousands of years, it may only be a moment to the outside world.

"Pity!"

The deep sigh was slowly released from Tang Yu's mouth, and his expression was helpless.

Of these hundreds of practitioners, none of them was able to successfully make a ghost rope.