Watching the group of people go further and further away until they were buried in the heavy mist, the fisherman slowly stroked his long beard, and a dark color leaked out of his cloudy but still clear eyes.

"Such a temperament is consistent. It seems that just as the young master said, she is back."

The fisherman laughed loudly, and his figure disappeared like smoke, as if he was not there at all.

The further he walked into the mist and further away from the peach trees at the entrance of the village, the more the corners of Long Buli's eyes trembled.

The wind blowing from the fog brushed against the unknown objects, rustling like the sorrowful tranquility of a ghost baby, and it was horrifyingly tight.

He shrank, recalling in his mind the memories that were buried deep in his soul - the memories that he least wanted to recall.

Especially those two pairs of heart-wrenching eyes full of despair and worry. Even if his face was red and his eyes were stained with blood, he could still remember them clearly.

"puff!"

Long Buli suddenly squatted down and covered his heart, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Strangely, the blood actually melted into the soil and disappeared in an instant.

"Brother Li!" Luo Tian, ​​who was following Long Buli, saw Long Buli's pale face and felt worried, so he hurriedly knelt down and helped him up.

In the heavy fog, everyone paused and looked back.

"What's wrong with him?" Qi Jiu's warm eyes were filled with worry.

"It seems like he is having a nightmare." Qi Zhuo looked at Long Bulibai's somewhat exaggerated face, and then his eyes fell on that bit of cinnabar, and a look of confusion flashed between his eyebrows.

This Young Master Long seems to have been seen somewhere before——

"Raise your head." Luo Ge opened his red lips lightly, and a cool color passed through his easy-going eyes, "If you can't face the past, who do you think you are? Who do you think you are, a descendant of my dragon clan?" What happened after these words,

She cast the message to enter the secret and told it to only Long Buli.

Long Buli raised his head blankly and looked at the black gauze in the mist.

For some reason, he always felt like she was disappointed.

"Sister Luo——"

He didn't call her ancestor, they had agreed to call her sister from now on - because of that feeling of intimacy and Luo Ge's personality, he had already treated her as his sister.

Luo Ge stepped forward, offered the Fire Spirit Pearl and placed it in Long Buli's palm. His voice was gentler: "Just wait for the Fire Spirit Pearl. Don't be afraid, I'm here." It will protect you like me, just like in that life.

For the last four words, she still used the method of transmitting sounds into the secret.

Holding the shining fire spirit bead and feeling the warmth like sunshine, the fear in Long Buli's heart suddenly retreated and disappeared into the bottom.

"I understand." Long Buli twitched the corners of his lips and gently squeezed the Fire Spirit Pearl, his eyes light and bright.

The group of people walked for about a mile and just left the heavy fog and saw a thatched cottage at the end of the village.

At this point, the mist is thin, but the village is full of broken walls and ruins. Looking at it this way, it seems like witnessing the vicissitudes of life that have evolved over time.

"Cough cough cough——"

It was probably so eerily quiet that the coughing sound, as low as a mosquito's, floated clearly from a dilapidated ancestral hall not far away.

For some reason, Long Buli always felt that this voice sounded familiar.

"Brother Li, be careful." Luo Tian couldn't help but said when he saw Long Buli stepping towards the ancestral hall.

Long Buli nodded, held out the Ziyang Sword with his backhand, and took the lead in opening the way towards the ancestral hall, cautiously walking towards it.

He only took one step when a crow passed by with a mournful crow.

"Left!" With a dark look on Luo Ge's face, he held out the Wood Spirit Pearl with his backhand and smashed it in that direction.

Qi Jiu followed closely behind, took the Fengming Qin, held it diagonally with one hand and stroked the strings with the other. The clanking sound of the Qin floated through the air, until a heavy sound fell to the ground, and then it stopped breathing.

"Oh!"

Luo Tian took out the Death Halberd and used the Moving Phantom to step forward. He was shocked to find that the person who screamed was actually an old man with disheveled face, pale hair and stupid features.

When the old man saw Luo Tian, ​​he quickly hugged his head and shouted in fear: "Don't hit me, don't hit me!"

Luo Tian: "..."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, silently stepped back, and gave his view to Luo Ge and others who were following.

"Old man, it's so dangerous here, what are you doing here?" Qi Zhuo put away the Five Fires and Seven Birds fan that he had just sacrificed, and a touch of dark color appeared in his eyes.

The old man raised his dirt-covered face and looked at Qi Zhuo's peach-like gentle and elegant face. He breathed slightly and his eyes became more and more dazed.

If you look closely, you can still see a line of hair dripping from his lips.

He noticed the string of Qi Zhuo that was particularly crystal clear and stood out on his dark face: "..."

"Beautiful sister, beautiful sister!" The old man crawled over in a panic, hugged Qi Zhuo's thigh, and cried like a child, "Sister, help me! They are bad people, they want to kill me, they Want to kill me!"

Qi Zhuo looked down at the skirt that was stained with unknown black dirt after being touched by the old man's hand, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

Tolerate.

Well, he is an old man.

Yeah, bear with it.

Luo Ge noticed the helplessness on Qi Zhuo's face and couldn't help but slightly curling his lips.

The princess turned out to be a bit of a germaphobe.

After adjusting his breathing, Qi Zhuo squatted down, helped the old man up, smiled slightly and said softly: "Old man, don't cry anymore, just follow us."

The old man's eyes lit up, he didn't cry or make any fuss, he obediently let go of his hand and followed Qi Zhuoluoge and the others to the ancestral hall.

At this moment, a girl in red is sitting on a futon on the left side of the ancestral hall. The girl has a beautiful face, with a red bird painted between her eyebrows. Looking at it like that, she is as bright and proud as a flame, and the eyes of those who look at it can't stop lingering.

This person is Wu Qiu, and the cough just now was made by her.

"Sister Wu?"

When that familiar call floated into her ears, Wu Qiu opened her heavy eyelids in shock and met the eyes of the equally astonished young man in purple.

The young man's eyebrows are picturesque and his facial features are immature, but he already shows a cool and handsome appearance. The little cinnabar between his eyebrows makes the young man look more like a young man in the painting. He is indifferent to the world of mortals and has unparalleled elegance.

Isn’t this young man Long Buli?

"Idiot..." Wu Qiu said in a daze. He turned his eyes and saw a few acquaintances. He couldn't help but shouted in surprise, "Luoluo, Sister Yunhua, and Brother Qi?!"

She wanted to grin, but as soon as her lips started to curve, she saw the Fire Spirit Pearl in Long Buli's hand.

Wu Qiu had seen this object in his fantasy world for several years.

That is Luoluo's personal belongings.

He squeezed it so tightly...

Wu Qiu lowered his eyes slightly, and the starlight in the corner of his eyes dimmed instantly. For some reason, his heart was filled with panic and discomfort.

Suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his abdomen. Wu Qiu's face instantly turned pale and he vomited a large mouthful of black blood.
Chapter completed!