Panguan

The moment the solemn words fell, the power of the sky poured into the ancestor of the Zhang family, like a knife with the prophecy of heaven, engraved word by word on his spiritual appearance.

"I hope that all the sins you have committed will be repaid on your own body. All the pain you inflicted on others will surround you day and night."

"The short lifespan of the more than 300 people in Liuzhuang will be covered by you. If one life is not enough, you will have two, three, or ten lives."

"If you don't pay it off for a day, you won't be reincarnated for a day, and you won't be free for a day!"

These words are not long, but they seem to take a lot of effort. After Zhang Biling finished speaking, his eyes were red.

She pursed her lips and gasped for breath. After a long time, she let out a long sigh, and said in Zhang Daiyue's direction, "Maybe a thousand years is not enough for you..."

At that moment, the whole world seemed to stand still.

Then, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the mountains and rivers collapsed. The cage caused by the ancestors of the Zhang family was completely shattered in the maniacal screams of the other party, and what he experienced was another Tu Ling that could not be backlashed.

All kinds of stories in the story thousands of years ago emerged when the spirit was torn apart, like countless broken mirrors, reflecting countless scenes of the past.

Hundreds of descendants of the judge watched the scene like a lantern, and for the first time had a real glimpse of the year.

Back then there were cyclists in the mountains, the red furnace reflected the fire, and the white stone was green and mossy.

They stood around in circles, speechless for a long time.

Then someone started the head, turned to Xie Wen, clasped his hands together and bowed in a long bow. Then, everyone turned to him and performed the master-student gift.

They used what he taught, said what he left in the old books, and did what he had done for a long time regardless of winter and summer, so they should worship him.

This worship was a thousand years late, but it did not fail after all.

The author has something to say:

I read the comments and some readers suggested that the name of the ancestor of the Zhang family was inappropriate. I was negligent in choosing the name. I am very sorry. Let me tell you, I changed it to Zhang Daiyue~

Chapter 104 Dissipation

Almost all the people present saw this scene before coming out of the cage, but not when they heard it.

He obviously opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything. Because at the moment when the cage disintegrated, someone suddenly wiped the corners of his wet eyes, and murmured like a sigh: "When I heard it..."

The man seemed to have too much to say, but in the end he only said softly: "Don't cry."

When I heard this sentence, my body was empty when I heard it.

The hand that had covered his eyes and wiped the ends of his eyes before disappeared, and the person who drew a puppet thread to stop him also disappeared.

Everything in the cage fell like a giant curtain, and the real scene was revealed——

He was still standing in front of the Zhang family's ruined house, facing the hazy undulating shadows of the distant mountains.

The golden-winged roc's flowing cloud wings streaked across the mountain, and the big and small Zhao with silvery long shadows fell straight to the ground. Mountain-like bright flames rose from their bodies, and suddenly dimmed.

Like the embers of a firework, it flickered for a while, and then it didn't light up again.

When I heard it, I heard exclamations, and it seemed that many people ran towards the direction where the giant puppet fell.

There were also people running towards him, calling his name.

But he had roots on the soles of his feet, and he couldn't hear clearly or move.

In fact, there is no need to look, he also clearly knows what happened——

That was not a sudden accident, but a puppet's withering. It was a withering that he had worried about for a long time, and he couldn't avoid it...

Thank you for the dryness of the question.

In fact, before he went to the col, he had a hunch. At that time, he grabbed Xie Wen and checked his status repeatedly. He was relieved to see that half of the other party's body was intact.

But he forgot that a stranger enters the cage with an empty appearance. At that time, they were already in Zhang Daiyue's cage, and what he saw... was all false.

When I heard it, I still remembered that Xie Wen stood in the shadow of the night and looked over, his whole body was full of withered air.

Perhaps from that moment on, that person was already at the end of his gun. It's just that I can't rest assured, so I insisted on staying with him again...

Now once the cage is broken, the virtual form is also broken.

He should have known.

From the moment he learned that Xie Wen had just borrowed the puppet's body to return to the human world, he should have understood that a touch of the spirit of the body would not last long. After all, he had to watch that person disappear.

But the man always refused to let him see.

Every time I leave, I always hear the time and he is behind.

He never let Wen Shi see.

The wind came from behind, empty-handed, and came around in front of him again.

There seemed to be a knife wrapped in it, blowing through the eyes and sucking into the body, causing pain everywhere. When I heard it, my eyes were wide open, and after a long time, my eyelids trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes instantly, looking for something on the ground.

His vision was blurred, and he frowned tightly. In fact, he couldn't see anything, but he was very persistent in finding it.

Not far away, someone seemed to have had an accident, and there was a lot of commotion, and there were people calling "Xia Qiao" or other names, which he didn't quite understand and couldn't care about.

Zhou Xu ran over, but he spoke in Bu Ning's tone, calling him: "When I heard..."

He seemed to answer, his voice hoarse and unpleasant. He blinked quickly, his vision became clear for a moment, and he finally saw what he was looking for——

It was a withered white pine branch, which fell beside him at some unknown time, wrapped in the coldest fog in the middle of the night.

He stood silently for a moment, then bent down to pick it up.

At that moment, the pain of a spiritual autopsy from a thousand years ago swept across like a fierce làngcháo.

he gripped

Clinging to the piece of dead wood, he couldn't stand up again.