“An object of nostalgia.”
He stole the bicycle from an unknown weirdo on the way.
A bit shabby, but still usable.
As for the reason for the robbery, he had some nostalgia.
Riding a bicycle, I leisurely arrived at the center of 께 town.
He arrived at the destination of this station in front of a retro house.
The house of Grandma Li who likes to sit at the door and look at the sky.
In front of the rusty iron door, a pair of rattan chairs woven with bamboo joints were quietly placed there.
There was no one sitting on it, but the rattan chair was shaking rhythmically.
It was as if someone was lying on it and swaying back and forth.
[Send the letter to Grandma Li. Please note that Grandma Li may mistake you for her grandson sometimes. Please agree with her. This is the ethics of a professional postman.]
Compared with Lao Wang’s previous letter.
There was an extra message in this letter from Grandma Li.
"Being a grandma... hehe."
A smile appeared on Hua Wujue's lips.
But in the eyes of the Dragon people, this smile has a complicated meaning.
"When I see my brother smile, I can't predict what will happen."
"Alas, I hope that Granny Li will be more prudent and shut up immediately after receiving the letter. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll become the next Lao Wang."
"I finally understand. The person who came up from our Dragon Country is not an ordinary person. He is clearly a big shot!"
"You think there really are immortal cultivators? However, I feel that this phenomenon is inexplicable. The country next door, Kimchi, has fallen into the realm of ghost stories."
Compared to the gloomy atmosphere in other countries, the atmosphere in Dragon Country is extremely cheerful.
Because everyone found that those seemingly strange and dangerous things were like children playing house in front of Hua Wujue, and were effortless at all.
In the Dragon Kingdom's highest strategic conference room,
The eyes of the five Zhenguo dragon marshals lit up. Although Hua Wujue was not taken away by someone from the Taoist sect, they ruled out that he was the closed disciple of some hidden boss.
Although Blue Star advocates science, these marshals standing at the top need to know more.
For example, the immortal sects left over from the last Dharma-Ending Age.
But again, under their consultation, these immortal gates expressed that they could not understand this strange talk.
The existence of such supernatural powers as being able to move through space, to incarnate, and to possess such extraordinary powers was clearly beyond their comprehension.
After all, this is the Dharma-Ending Age, and they know much more.
But no matter what, Longguo at least has a greater hope to stand out in this game!
In the world of ghost stories
Hua Wujue took out the letter to Grandma Li and said indifferently.
"Your letter has arrived."
The rickety rattan chair paused for a moment, but began to sway again.
Hua Wujue took two steps forward, held down the shaking rattan chair, and said it again.
"Your letter has arrived."
This time, the rattan chair was no longer empty, but there was an old lady with spotted hair.
She lay quietly on the rattan chair, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, her cloudy eyes containing a hint of spirit as she stared at the sky numbly.
Hear Hua Wujue's second repetition.
The old lady twisted her stiff neck and stared at Hua Wujue with her dead fish-like eyes.
"A letter from... my dear grandson... you are here to deliver it."
The old lady spoke incessantly, as if something was stuck in her throat, which made people feel creepy.
“Bang!”
Hua Wujue slapped him, his eyes cold and he said in a cold voice:
"Do you deserve a grandson?"
The old lady was slapped in the back, her head tilted 180 degrees, and her numb eyes showed a rare hint of anger.
"Hasn't... 놖 taught you... to respect the elderly and love the young?"
As the old lady spoke coldly, the rattan chair seemed to have life, twisting and moving towards Hua Wujue!
On the back of the rattan chair, a painful face made of rattan appeared faintly.
Judging from this face, it is a young man.
"My goodness, it's strange that you mistook the postman for your grandson. So this rattan chair is made of a human?"
"If this is a monster, I'm afraid we will be like the country next door, Kimchi. If you dare to make a phone call, you will be trapped inside."
There was a hint of disdain in Hua Wujue's indifferent gaze, as if he was looking at an ant.
He just waved his hand lightly, and a blazing flame appeared out of thin air on his palm!
The flames emitted an extremely high temperature, which frightened the old lady sitting on the rattan chair.
"What is this?"
"How come you have ghost flames?!"
The old lady said in fear and uncertainty.
Fear was clearly revealed in those dead fish eyes.
"Ghost flame? When did Brother Hua create it?"
"Phuket Island, it is said that Brother Hua must have taken it off the street light while we were going to the toilet."
"Hey, there should be a limit to your nonsense. Hua Wujue has been live streaming all the time. Where can I go to unload a street lamp for you?"
"Besides, he hasn't slept all this time, and I've never seen him take it off!"
Of course he took it off the street lamp.
How could those ghostly green ghost fires compare to his golden flames?
This flame was the weakest of the 180,000 Daos he had refined.
When I first refined it, I just saw its peculiar characteristics.
This feature...
"놊, 놖's body, 돗 is absorbing 놖!"
The old lady was a little scared and wanted to stand up, but Hua Wujue pushed her down.
That's right, the characteristic of this golden flame is to absorb the weird.
The reason why it is said to be the weakest one.
녊 Because the growth of gold flame requires strange supplies.
As for the weirdness of the Netherworld Chaos Sea, each one was a terrifying existence. Jin Yan had no way of absorbing it and could only disperse a little at most.
So the matter was put on hold.
The world of ghost stories like 꿷 is just right for 돗's growth.
But Hua Wujue didn't really care, because even if he relied on this golden flame, he was confident that he was invincible here, even the source of the weirdness!
If so, it's just for fun at most.
When the Six Paths Millstone returns, he will be able to use it as a springboard to pass through the passage to the strange universe and destroy its lair.
It is certain that we can also learn some information about the previous King of Fengdu.
"You are wrong! Please, let you go!"
The old lady trapped in the rattan chair shouted anxiously. Under the burning of the golden flame, her body had become almost transparent.
"Oh, do you want to make it into a chair?"
"Why, now you are asking us to respect the old and love the young again."
Hua Wujue said with interest.
"I am willing to compensate you! You postmen only give one ghost coin for each letter, I am willing to give you twenty!"
The old lady on the rattan chair said anxiously.
Because if it's any later, 돗's body will become completely transparent.
"Tsk, only twenty? The guy next door is much more generous than you!"
"It seems that this chair is not wrong. If you use it to pay off the debt, if this house has a property certificate... it seems that it is worth considering!"
"Woqiao, are you devils? The people next door are still trembling with fear under the weirdness!"
"On this day, grandma likes to look at the sky again, because that is the shadow of Brother Hua!"