“There seems to be no movement inside, maybe the person has left long ago.
Don't worry, I'm fast. I'll go take a look and be back soon!"
Men have the gene of loving adventure in their bones, not to mention that there are so many treasures in it. After weighing the pros and cons, Meng Sheng comforted his wife, put down the package on his body, and carefully walked into the forest which was completely different from the surrounding scenery.
Feng Yijia stared at his back nervously and worriedly, his teeth clenched tightly, and his hands subconsciously clenched until the knuckles turned white.
Unconsciously, this man has occupied her heart, and his every move touches every nerve of hers.
However, at this time, she had not yet realized her own psychological changes and was only concerned about the man's safety.
The place was directly exposed. Meng Sheng didn't have to think about how many steps to the left and how many feet to the right. He just had to keep an eye on whether there were traps under his feet and whether there were any dangerous objects around, and then go straight in.
The road was not long and no accidents happened, so Meng Sheng arrived at the destination quickly.
He just stood among the dead branches and leaves on the ground, looking at the scene in front of him in a daze.
He finally knew what the black shadow he encountered in the morning was. It turned out to be a human!
At this time, the man was wearing a black robe, his thin face was covered with wrinkles, and he was lying motionless in the messy flowers.
In his hand hanging to the ground, he held a black, blood-stained long sword. There was a fatal wound on his neck, and the blood dyed the petals under him red.
This scene made Meng Sheng, who was extremely nervous, feel as if he had traveled into a world of martial arts.
He shook his head, getting rid of the random thoughts in his mind, and looked carefully at the person on the ground for a long time. Seeing that his chest was not moving at all, he walked forward to check his breathing and touched his neck.
After a while, I breathed a sigh of relief.
This old man, whose speed is not that of an ordinary person, is really dead. I wonder if the person who killed him is still here?
Meng Sheng did not move the body. He held his breath and continued to check carefully and silently.
After looking around outside and finding nothing unusual, he walked towards the stairs to check out the few houses that had not collapsed.
As you walk upwards, the statue of Laozi in the main hall comes into view, followed by the two eternal lamps in front of the statue and the incense burner on the altar.
The statue was in the same good condition as the last time I came, except that the eternal lamp had fallen over, the incense burner was overturned, and the altar was a mess.
When he stepped on the last step, Meng Sheng stopped.
His eyes were fixed on a man dressed as a Taoist priest sitting cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue. His pupils constricted in shock and his mouth opened slightly.
The man had white hair and a white robe, his back facing the door. He must have suffered a lot of injuries, as most of his white robe was stained red with blood. However, he was obviously alive, and his body was shaking and convulsing.
Of course, these are not the reasons why Meng Sheng was shocked.
The most shocking thing was that at this moment, there were two almost solid souls fighting in the white-haired Taoist's body!
Yes, soul!
One has a childlike face and white hair, and the other looks exactly like the black-robed old man who died outside. Both souls are almost real people, but they emit a faint light.
The moment he appeared, the old man in black robe turned his head and looked at him as if he had sensed something, and then a very strange smile appeared on his wrinkled and intimidating face.
Then his soul floated out of the white-haired Taoist priest's body, no longer wanting to fight, and floated straight towards Meng Sheng.
Meng Sheng's heart was filled with alarm and he turned around and wanted to run.
Unexpectedly, an extremely cold feeling came over his body. He couldn't control his body after running only two steps and rolled down the stairs.
What followed was an overwhelming, sharp pain.
The pain came from the soul, and seemed to be more painful than when the body was crushed into mud by the wheels in the previous life.
Meng Sheng curled up his body and couldn't help but cry out in pain. Countless unfamiliar memories crowded into his mind, as if his head was about to burst.
He felt as if he had once again stepped into the gates of hell.
Feng Yijiajia, who was staring at the place outside, rushed in when Meng Sheng fell to the ground.
When he got closer, he saw a black shadow that had half squeezed into Meng Sheng's body.
Suddenly, she was terrified.
He rushed forward regardless of anything, trying to pull the black shadow out of Meng Sheng's body.
But his hand passed through the shadow and grabbed nothing.
The dark shadow turned its head.
Eyes as dark as the abyss scanned Feng Yijiajia from head to toe, and after a few seconds, he revealed a strange smile.
He sighed, "Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect another body to appear that I can inhabit.
It's just that I'm a little weak.
But she's still pretty young. I'll take her home and take good care of her. She can barely be used by my junior sister."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and no longer paid attention to the woman who posed no threat to him, and continued to concentrate on occupying Meng Sheng's body.
Meng Sheng's body convulsed and twitched, and he let out another shrill wail.
Feng Yijia felt his scalp tingle after hearing this and was at a loss as to what to do.
Just when she didn't know what to do, a blood-stained wooden sword flew out from the door of the main hall above and landed directly in front of her.
As the sword fell, a weak but urgent voice rang in his ears: "Quick, stab him with the sword!"
Hearing this, Feng Yijia, in a panic, picked up the wooden sword on the ground, gripped the hilt tightly, and stabbed it towards the chest of the black shadow that had already disappeared for the most part.
"ah!"
A sharp, long whistle pierced the eardrums.
Feng Yijia watched helplessly as the black shadow melted away rapidly like ice encountering flames, until it disappeared. He then retracted his wooden sword and fell to the ground with weak legs.
Meng Sheng only felt the pain recede like the tide, his extremely tense body relaxed, his eyes went black and he fainted completely.
Feng Yijia breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he no longer looked painful. Thinking of what had just happened, he felt a pang of fear in his heart and his body couldn't help but tremble.
It was almost time for Meng Sheng’s core to be replaced.
She herself is destined to have no good ending.
After sitting on the cold ground for a long time, Feng Yijia finally regained his strength and stood up tremblingly. He walked forward to carefully examine Meng Sheng's body.
The tip of the wooden sword was a bit blunt, leaving only a deep dent on his body through his cotton coat.
In addition, there are some bumps on the face.
There were few injuries on the outside, but I don't know what happened inside.
We'll have to wait until he wakes up to see what happens.
It was cold in winter, and Meng Sheng couldn't lie on the ground for long in his clothes soaked with sweat.
Feng Yijia thought about it and went up the stairs. When he reached the door of the main hall, he saw an old Taoist in white clothes lying on the ground covered in blood.
Eyes closed, motionless.
The bright red blood at the corner of his mouth made his face, whose age was indistinguishable, appear pale.
He looked like he was dying.
Although he was not sure, Feng Yijia intuitively felt that this was the old way his father was talking about.
"Uncle! Grandpa! Master! Taoist priest!" She called out a few times tentatively.
Seeing that no one moved, he turned around and went out, half-carried Meng Sheng and dragged him into the house, and placed him on the rattan fence in the study on the right.
Then, he ran outside to get the luggage, and came back quickly to take out the tightly pressed quilt and cover the person to prevent him from catching a cold.
After her man had packed up, she turned around to take care of the white-haired Taoist priest.
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