"Dong son-in-law, come quickly! It's my turn, my rotten body that has been here for thousands of years is about to be crushed by her!"

Wu Daozi greeted Wang Xizhi who was sitting on the crane and flying around for fun.

"Daoxuan, please have some sympathy! This child has sought death and survival several times, all for the sake of a good life for his family. He is a filial child. It is your honor to be able to support her and let her lie down comfortably for a while!"

"You bet...she can do it, then you will get...this honor." Wu Daozi replied breathlessly, lying down and watching people riding cranes from one bridge to another hilltop,

Suddenly fell to the water's edge again...

Xiaoni's blind cousin's prediction will not come true, and she will not succeed at all.

Then, the third grandfather of the He family, what he said about "giving away" will always succeed, right? By giving yourself away, can't you also postpone the misfortune of your parents and family? Then, slowly realize the blind cousin's "creditor"

death".

After thinking about it with his eyes closed, He Xiang finally felt confident. He Xiang relaxed his mental strength and felt that the warm sun was so comfortable!

"I've been dead all morning. I'm exhausted. Let's take a nap. When I wake up, I'll be a stray cat with no home to go back to."

As soon as she closed her eyes, she thought that today was Wednesday, and the third period was her favorite calligraphy class. She jumped up and ran towards the school.

"Ouch, Wang Youjun, you guy, come and help me, my spiritual energy is about to be crushed and I can't get up."

When Wu Daozi was happy, he called him Dong Bing Kuai Son-in-law, and when he was unhappy, he called him Wang Youjun.

Wang Xizhi waved his brush at him, and Wu Daozi followed the light and gathered his crushed spiritual energy on the tip of the brush. He managed to take shape and climbed up the crane.

"Dongsun, where should we go next?"

"Of course she followed our bet. If she accidentally dies and succeeds, the last bit of spiritual energy in our Holy Family Ruins will be wiped out. The mission of our Holy Family Spirits to protect the people of Shanglong Kingdom

, it’s over.”

“Sister-in-law Dong, our bet must be based on the principles of fairness, openness, fairness and transparency!

We can only prevent her from dying, but we can no longer interfere with her growth. If you have the slightest suspicion of subverting her talent, I will take back that aura and trust someone else!"

"Okay, Mr. Wu, one word is final, and the crane is the witness!"

He Xiang trotted all the way and entered the calligraphy club with a flushed face. As soon as she sat in her seat, she looked diagonally over, and Yu Fei in school uniform was still as usual, integrating into her own world with a little coldness.

Invested in copying calligraphy.

However, at the last moment of her life, it was this boy who warmed her. At this moment, it seemed that the sunlight outside the window had given him a golden halo, just like the surface of the river she was about to sink into.

He Xiang stared at him blankly, his eyes not escaping the eyes that have been immortal for thousands of years.

"Does she like him? Wu Daozi, if you draw these eyes, it will definitely arouse the feelings of secret love in many people!"

"Wang Youjun, look, what this child is copying is your "Lanting Preface", no wonder she can smell the fragrance of ink on your body!"

"Is this still my "Lanting Preface"? I don't recognize it!"

"You are just a stubborn donkey. Your child just changed his clothes and you don't recognize him?"

...

He Xiang's eyes finally fell on the book she was reading. Her eyes fell on those words. Those words seemed to have grown countless hands, holding, blocking, holding, and pulling, pulling her consciousness away.

Into the book.

He Xiang opened the ink curtain decorated with words and came to a place shrouded in clouds, mountains, mist, and filled with fairy spirit.

A strong fragrance of standing incense penetrates into the nostrils. This smell is familiar to everyone. This is the incense burned when offering sacrifices to ancestors during the Chinese New Year, and it is also the same incense placed in front of the soul tablets of deceased people.

She followed the smell and came to a six-story building that looked like an ancient building. She looked up and saw that from top to bottom, from tiles to walls, it was uniformly vermilion.

The building was built on a high place, and she climbed up the steps. On the steps were various incense burners, large and small, with long and short incense sticks inserted in them.

She finally climbed up to the top and knocked on the door for a long time, but no one came to open it.

"Hongxianglou, open the door!"

Wu Daozi shouted in surprise:

“Sister-in-law Dong, this kid is really destined!

She can't knock the door, but she can ask it to be opened!

Not bad, thank you for her thinking of this."

Just as Wu Daozi said, with a creak, the vermilion door covered with many spider webs opened.

He Xiang stepped in, looked up, and saw a screen appear out of thin air:

Welcome to Hongxiang Tower. Anyone who has the chance to step through this door is a life-keeper! You already have the first of the six realms of the Cultural Saint Ruins, the Juvenile Realm, with a realm value of 1% and a current realm value of 100%.

At that time, you can ascend to the second realm, and at the same time, you can enter the first floor of Hongxiang Tower and absorb the spiritual power of each holy family.

"I became a life-keeper? How ridiculous! I am the nemesis of other people's fate. Sooner or later, I must destroy myself out of justice. I must destroy myself first. How can I become a life-keeper? Keep my own life, or someone else's? Just kidding!" He

Xiang shouted into the air of Hongxiang Tower, but no one answered her.

She knocked on the door on the first floor again, but couldn't get it open. She also called many names on the first floor, but it still didn't work and she couldn't open it easily.

"He Xiang, class is almost over and you are just staring at the book. Why don't you copy?"

Listen to the voice, it's Teacher He.

He Xiang raised her head, ready to say that she would write it right away, but her eyes could not stay three feet away from the teacher's head.

"23:10:28:23:45:56"——A series of numbers in this format appeared above Teacher He's head.

"23:10:28:23:45:52", "23:10:28:23:45:48", "23:10:28:23:44:15"......

The string of numbers above Teacher He's head kept changing. He Xiang stared at them, unable to see any pattern for a while.

"Xiaoxiangzi, what are you looking at? You've been staring at Teacher He's head for almost two minutes." Xiaoni, who was sitting in front, turned around and reminded He Xiang.

Have you been watching it for almost two minutes? Yes, the first number you see is only the last number. It gets smaller every second, and then the previous number decreases by 1. So the last number is seconds.

.

He Xiang raised his head again and glanced at the top of Teacher He's head - "23:10:28:23:43:48".

Got it, minutes are before seconds, hours are before minutes, days are before hours, and months and years are before them! The string of numbers I saw is the time belonging to Teacher He, in other words, his lifespan, He

The teacher is already about fifty years old, which means that he can live to be more than seventy.

Yeah, I can see other people’s lifespans, that is, other people’s lifespan balances.

"Wu Daozhenjun, look, look, the person I chose has high understanding, right?

You can call it a coincidence that you can easily open the Hongxiang Tower. Now, you can easily understand the power of your own ruin realm. Isn't it a coincidence?" Wang Xizhi was so happy that he respectfully called Wu Daozi the True Lord Wu Daozi.

After knowing that he had passed through a book and gained this special function, He Xiang subconsciously cast his big deer-like eyes diagonally to Yu Fei, who had entered a state of selflessness while practicing calligraphy. What he wanted to know most was him.

life balance.

He looked, looked again, wiped his eyes, took out some eye drops and tried it, but no, nothing, there was no string of numbers on the top of his head.

Could it be that the special abilities have disappeared?

Let’s look at it differently, Zhang Xiaoni, let’s see what your destiny is – “68:11:20:02:35:16”.

Well, Zhang Xiaoni, you carefree optimist, you can live to be 86! Why, can I see the balance of other people’s lifespans again?

Look again, look again, the people in the same classroom looked over, and everyone except Yu Fei could see that the balance was more or less, and there were two classmates who were very worried. There were only a few days left, so we had to pay special attention to it.

Bar!

Look at yourself! He Xiang raised his head and looked at the top of his head, ten seconds, twenty seconds...

A minute passed, and nothing happened.

Why, you can’t see your own destiny? That’s no good. If you can’t see yourself, how can you save the whole family from the hands of misfortune?


Chapter completed!