Twilight Boundary

Such an alien who doesn't fit in with any painting style has such a transcendent status in the Bushi Niu.

I should have thought of it earlier...

Just now, when I was immersed in the truth of my own destiny, I still had a shocking doubt in my heart. Why would Lao Junmei, such a capable person, and a person sent from heaven, be willing to bet on me, why would he be willing to leave his legacy...

Unexpectedly, this time I came back, I got a glimpse of the answer.

Hu Ma was not sure how much of the real reason this blood connection would account for, but he thought that the proportion must be very high.

In addition, he turned his head to Miao Shan Xiangu, who was happy, winking and circling around Zhou Si girl, whispering, and just asking about new things, and thought with a sneer.

When I saw her earlier, I just felt that she was too clear and didn't look like someone who could take the lead, so I didn't think highly of her. Now I suddenly understand that maybe her current appearance is what Lao Junmei wants to see the most, right?

What the hell is the responsibility of taking on such a big responsibility? He is heartless and blessed with great fortune. Just live a happy life.

He exhaled softly and fiddled with the small wings beside Douguan's hat calmly, indicating that he understood.

He would also help hide the answer. This was the most basic kindness.

Xiao Douguan breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to Hu Ma in a formal manner. Then he hurried over to help Miao Shan Xiangu clean up the tablets. Hu Ma also took incense and came to the coffin of his biological father. He bowed respectfully and seriously.

This is his biological father...

No, there is no word "biological". He is really his father, the only one.

His memory of him is so little that he almost has no memory, but the connection between blood also emerged as his fate became clear.

When he was still young, he had already blocked a disaster for himself.

Then, with the remaining cause and effect, he blocked the opportunity for someone to change his fate for himself more than ten years later.

But, what did the Hu family and Laojunmei do?

Why did my father and Laojunmei, with the remnants in the causal soul, choose to block the Daluo Fajiao's means of changing fate?

Why did the Hu family, who should have been a blood feud, and the previous generation of reincarnated people reach a complex and clever cooperation on themselves? When Hu Ma re-sealed his father's coffin, his eyes were deep and he had specific questions.

After a few incense and worship, his biological father stretched out his arm from the coffin and slowly put it down.

Hu Ma re-sealed the coffin and looked back, and saw that the battlefield had become dead silent.

He pinched the formula to urge the order, and the rolling ghost soldiers that spread across the entire battlefield returned to the body of General Yin. Earlier, when facing the hungry ghost army of Guanzhou, General Yin had already harvested nearly 100,000 ghost soldiers. This time, the number of ghost soldiers was clearly more.

Seeing the underworld army automatically jump back into the iron coffin and sink into the ground with the iron coffin, Hu Ma also narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Let's go, let's go."

Over there, Xiao Douguan helped Miao Shan Xiangu pack up her luggage, and then called the guys and the drivers.

"The bloody smell is too strong here, let's rest after passing here."

"It's still early, you can sleep for half a night, and after waking up, you will hurry up and reach Shangjing..."

"..."

The carriage was repacked and started slowly.

When passing through this messy battlefield, some confused and hunched figures were seen everywhere, slowly appearing on the battlefield, some came out of the city, and some were outside the city.

These were people who were raised by the grain-seeking army. They existed as food. They were still dreaming. After a long time, they knew they were rescued, and rushed into the granary, stables, and camps like crazy.

It was like a joke that there was still food in the barracks of the Panshan Army, which had already used people as military rations.

There are also black beans, wheat bran, corn, and even eggs.

But these are used to feed mules and horses, and people eat each other directly.

Hu Ma did not leave his name here, nor did he restrain these people. They should be able to survive for a while with these surplus food and mules and horses, but it is only early spring now, and there is still a fierce midsummer in between before the autumn harvest time...

Hu Ma himself could not find an answer to these questions, only an invisible urgency.

"You, broke free?"

When the carriage slowly began to move forward, Lao Suanpan knocked on his donkey's head, took a few quick steps, and followed the Hu Ma carriage.

Hu Ma looked at him through the curtain and said, "Why don't you calculate it?"

"Forget it..."

The old abacus said bitterly: "But I don't understand it. You should have done something just now, right?"

"I saw something clearly."

Hu Ma said slowly: "There is indeed an opportunity to cut off from your Daluo Fa Sect and jump out of this cage."

The old abacus was shocked: "Then you..."

Hu Ma said: "I didn't jump out, but chose to take a step further."

"If the order you received is to lead me into the Yangguan Avenue and take on the position of the chief priest of your Daluo Fa Sect, now I am one step closer to this goal, and I have indeed vaguely seen the opportunity to take life and transcend in the world of the living that you said."

"This needs to be acknowledged, brother, you have helped me a lot, and it is a great favor to point out the method. I have deeply remembered this cause and effect."

"..."

"What, I just learned a tongue..."

Hu Ma was too serious, which made Lao Suanpan nervous. He subconsciously wanted to shirk responsibility, but he stopped halfway through.

As an old man, he could tell what was going on. The young shopkeeper would rather remember his kindness than the teachings of Daluo Fa?

Then he didn't need to shirk responsibility.

The Daluo Fajiao doesn't pay wages, and it doesn't emphasize loyalty like other sects...

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help but say, "Then you're not afraid..."

"People are afraid of not knowing their fate. Since I already know my fate, what else should I be afraid of?"

Hu Ma actually smiled and said, "There's no need for me to hide from the Daluo Fajiao. I don't even reject the chief priest you mentioned."

"It should be said that when I took that step forward, I officially entered the game."

"It's just that I wasn't pushed by others, but I voluntarily entered this game."

"Thinking about it, the two sides have been arguing in this game for so many years, and it's time for a third person to enter the game."

"..."

The old abacus fell silent quietly, holding the donkey's head, letting himself fall behind this line.

The bright moon in the sky had also appeared behind the dark clouds. It was quiet all around. Only vaguely, from the carriage behind, the mischievous laughter of Miaoshan Fairy and the shy voice of Zhou Si, accompanied by the helpless sigh of a little ghost servant, could be heard.

Hu Ma sat quietly in the carriage, closed his eyes, and quietly sank into the long-lost natal temple.

The nails of the seal of the Great Power General were pulled out, and the natal temple opened its doors again.

In this dead silent temple, Hu Ma looked at the nine incense sticks on the incense table in front of him. He pondered for a long time before taking one and inserting it into the incense burner, and then he stepped back.

Looking at the dark red mist around him, floating and surging, he held his breath slightly. It turned out that in his own natal temple, there was only a strange silence, and no one could be heard.

He walked forward slowly, placed his palm on the natal temple, and then spoke softly: "Brother Erguotou..."

"Don't rush to answer me. I know we all have doubts, but I thank you for trusting me."

"And the two of them."

"I have reached the last step and will soon figure out the answer to the matter."

"I believe you too."

"I want to invite you to do something fun. I left something in the village behind the battlefield."

"You will understand what I mean after you get it."

"I will figure out these things after arriving in Shangjing, and meet you to explain everything."

"But before that, I would like to ask you to help me send a message to Miss White Wine and Miss Sweet Potato Shao."

"Thank you to Miss White Wine."

"As for Sweet Potato Shao, please ask her: Do you want to see the entire Shangjing city drowned in paper money?"

"..."

Speaking of this, even he couldn't help but pursed his lips, and then gently took back the incense stick.

Erguotou would hear what he said, and now he was not far away after all.

After waking up from his immersion, Hu Ma looked up in the direction of Shangjing, his eyes were cold.

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"National Master, just now you..."

At the same time, in Shangjing City, everyone heard the sigh of Mr. Hu Shan, who had long been dead, and saw the scene of the broken peach wood sword in the hands of the National Master.

The next moment, the five lamps in front of the National Master suddenly jumped at the same time, and the flames grew strong. Not only that, even the four lamps he deliberately placed behind him also burned at once.

Two rows of lights illuminated the surroundings, and the National Master seemed to be sandwiched between the two rows of lights.

"Sure enough, they are all extraordinary people, and it is difficult to predict..."

And the National Master held the broken sword, and his expression was dark and uncertain under the light of the oil lamp.

After a long time, he actually smiled, and suddenly threw the broken sword in his hand aside, and laughed softly: "It's getting interesting."

"The children and grandchildren of the Hu family really have an extraordinary cruel heart."

Then he walked around the incense table, quietly looked at the figures in front of the table with complicated expressions, and smiled: "Everyone, the Hu family is not so easy to listen to advice, but he is still willing to give us a chance to see what our purpose is..."

"Then, it's time to welcome the head of the Hu family to the capital."

"The Hu family, one of the ten surnames, is the second on the immortal list, and the chief priest of the Daluo Fajiao..."

"It should be us who have been lazy to make up for the courtesy and respect that the Hu family should have enjoyed."

"..."

Everyone listened and looked at each other. After a long time, someone suddenly laughed and said: "What the national teacher said is right..."

"As one of the ten surnames, it's time to welcome the head of the Hu family to the capital..."