Panguan

It detonated together with the horror that the heads of the various families tried to suppress before.

Dadong's heart was beating hard and fast.

His eyes were already straightened, but his mind was still turning back and forth with rebuttals slowly. He wanted to say that I had been in a cage with them. If it were really that old ancestor named Wen, he would be completely incompatible with the others. But he got along well with another apprentice of the Shen family and Xie Wen, and it seemed like they were together. If he is the patriarch of puppetry... what about asking? !

The discussion suddenly stopped, and part of the eyes focused on Wu Yin again.

Only then did Dadong realize that he accidentally asked that sentence just now. And Wu Yin's lips opened and closed, and she just said "He is..." and her voice suddenly disappeared, as if her throat was too dry and suffocated.

But everyone saw the slight trembling of her lips and recognized the three words.

That is……

No dust.

Patriarch, there is no dust.

So all kinds of reactions returned to nothingness, that was the real dead silence, so quiet that even the wind forgot to move.

The juniors finally understand why there is such a scene of panic and silence here, because no one knows what to say...

Call someone?

What is it called.

For thousands of years, the family has been passed down from generation to generation, and no one has ever really said the title "Patriarch". That's a taboo, if you avoid it, you can't say it anymore.

And after all, they understand etiquette. No one would call the name "Dustless" in front of their faces.

I dare not, and it is impossible.

It is even more impossible for them to skip this step and speak directly, because every sentence related to this patriarch is precisely crushing the minefield——

Why are you here? Shouldn't it be sealed forever from reincarnation?

Did someone save you? Has the seal array loosened and failed?

Are you dead, or are you really alive?

What do you want to do this time around?

...

Regardless of their seniority or seniority, none of these people present had really come into contact with "Dustless". All their understanding of the Patriarch came from the generations passed down by their ancestors, from those books and legends.

Those repeatedly described scenes and images always make people associate him with evil spirits and evil spirits. They can't imagine what he looks like, but only feel fearful and disgusting.

But the person in front of them is far from what they imagined, the difference is simply heaven and earth.

Facing such a person, they really couldn't ask the words circling in their minds. At least those who have just witnessed all the changes in the formation can't ask.

If the elders don't speak up, the younger generation doesn't know where to start.

So the two sides formed a subtle confrontation.

The reason why it is said to be subtle is because there are many people on one side, and only a few people on the other side, and the side with more people actually has the upper hand.

This is also unexpected for Wen Shi.

From the moment he drew the puppet line, his attention fell on those people on the opposite side. The words "I have a bad temper" were engraved on his face, and the thread in his hand did not restrain his pressure. Those Sanskrit sounds before pushed his anger to the peak.

As long as anyone on the opposite side utters an unsightly sentence, he will ask these scoundrels to go as far as they can.

As a result, the group of people just stared at this side with different expressions, without uttering a single syllable.

As soon as Xie Wen raised his foot, they "hooed" and took two steps back, like a swarm of frightened bees. The two groups of people were even more distinct, and the Chu River and the Han border in the middle were artificially widened a few feet because of the two steps just now.

This scene coincided with a scene thousands of years ago, Xie Wen was taken aback for a moment, and looked at himself with downcast eyes.

There is no black mist overflowing from the sky on his body, nor is all the grass withered under his feet.

This group of people is just reflexive.

Xie Wen couldn't help laughing, and without looking at them again, he went straight to Zhang Lan, only to find that there was another person beside Zhang Lan who was stepping on the Chuhe-Han boundary, trying to avoid him but didn't.

He was not very tall, and his legs were not long, so his posture seemed a little funny.

Wen Shi followed with a cold face, and froze for a moment when he saw him.

Zhou Xu behind him had already opened his mouth and said, "Dadong?"

Dadong was almost out of breath watching the group of people approaching. Hearing Zhou Xu's familiar hoarse voice, as if at straws, he choked out a sentence with a different tone: "Ang..."

Xie Wen glanced at his legs and feet: "Why don't you run?"

His tone was joking, but it made the line of his lips pursed when he heard it paler and straighter.

Dadongchao’s life-saving straw Zhou Xu took a few more glances and wanted to say that I was planning to run, but when the critical moment came, I just didn’t raise my feet. Because he looked at the suddenly widening dividing line, and saw everyone's habitual and avoiding reactions, he suddenly felt a little chilled.

He was as nervous as a cannon, and after more than 20 years of rough living, this was the first time he had such an idea, and felt that this clear-cut scene was a bit eye-catching. He thought, as someone who has been in the cage with Wen Shi and Xie Wen, if he follows and avoids, then he is not a thing at all.

But still afraid...

He only needs to think about how many times he has called the person in front of him "sick man", and he will die.