"What's the rush? In this world, there are people who are in a hurry to get a wife, fight for fame and fortune, be reincarnated, and go to the toilet, but there are people who are not in a hurry to die." The old man rolled his eyes at me and caught me by the way.

Looking at his greasy hair, I don't know why, but now I can completely see his appearance.

He has thick eyebrows, deep facial features, and a very European look, but he has black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin. He is indeed Chinese. These are not the key. The key is that there are two parallel crooked wounds on his face, starting from his forehead.

It reaches the corner of the mouth and almost runs through the entire face, which looks a bit scary.

This old man doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene, nor does he pay attention to personal appearance. In short, after yelling at me, he grabbed my hair and kept scratching in his clothes.

But I am a person who is "in a hurry to die". I don't know what on earth this old man is going to do. And my patience is almost exhausted by him, so I can only say in a low voice: "In a hurry to die, this is considered

Blessings? Well, I received it, can I go in now?"

He was rude to me, so I didn’t need to be too polite, but I still kept restraint and urged him.

Unexpectedly, the old man glanced at me, suddenly stretched out his hand from his clothes, slapped the table in front of him, and shouted: "I remembered you. It turns out it was you, the boy who covered the table a few years ago."

He changed his true colors and came to my place to try and get a bad grade. I was surprised at the time that I had made a mistake."

I was taken aback by this old man's nervous behavior. Unfortunately, the table in front of him was also squeaking because of his slaps, and it looked like it was about to fall apart, but I still held on strong.

I frowned and wanted to urge again, but I didn't want to feel the heat in my belly at this time. Then the heat exploded and turned into a warm current like a gurgling hot spring, which began to nourish my soul. My whole soul felt like this at this time.

It was like soaking in hot spring water with just the right temperature. It was so comfortable that I couldn't help but want to squint my eyes.

Then I felt carefully that my soul power had increased slightly, and the exhaustion of my soul from running around on the run with my master, fighting small battles, and some slight vibrations of hidden diseases had completely disappeared.

What kind of wine is so magical? There are very few things in this world that nourish the soul! Although the effect is not as good as that of ginseng essence, it should be extremely precious.

"Humph, did you get any benefits?" The old man glanced at me.

I was secretly ashamed, and the expression on my face became grateful. I hugged the old man and said yes.

"This wine is not against the heavens. The more you drink, the less powerful the effect will be. But it can still keep you in the best condition." As he spoke, the old man took out a dry gourd from the table, with only the remaining bottle left in his hand.

The small half bottle of wine was carefully poured into the gourd and thrown to me.

Said: "The life-saving charm is gone, but this little wine is just a gift from me. You can see when the situation becomes difficult. A sip will not help much, but it is better than trying to hold on when you are injured."

I took the wine and was moved by the old man's cold face and warm heart. However, he calmly took out another sword made entirely of copper coins from the table and handed it to me. He said, "I thought this sword would last forever."

It's dusty, but I don't want to be like this

Someone will come to get it soon. This is not something I give you, but a rule, a rule left by the oldest and oldest ancestor! Those who break into the secret cave should hold this sword and don't say that I am ruthless in the snow mountain lineage. This sword

This is the greatest sincerity of my snow-capped mountains."

I took the sword with some doubts, just because I have been taught since I was a child to emphasize skills rather than magical weapons. Lao Li's lineage does not attach much importance to magical weapons. How can a magical weapon change the whole situation?

?

When I picked up this sword, I had no other feeling except that it felt ancient. The copper coin characters on it were almost worn away. I couldn’t recognize them even if I opened my eyes. What was written on it? There were also spots of rust.

trace.

I looked at it for a few seconds and was just about to put it away when I suddenly felt as if tens of thousands of people were speaking loudly on this sword. The overwhelming popularity almost tore my entire aura, followed by a cold and fierce voice.

The evil spirit rushed straight up and felt like it was hovering in an unknown headspace. I don't know how long it lasted before it gradually calmed down.

"Do you understand? The origin of each copper coin above is more than ten thousand yuan, which means that it has never been buried, but it has passed through the hands of countless people! Not to mention other nourishing and nourishing vessels. Take it. It may be so

I have some hope of getting out." As he spoke, the old man had already stood up and was about to open the iron door for me.

I'm not curious about what's behind the iron gate, because I know it's full of evil spirits. No matter what's deep inside, I don't know!

I stood in front of the iron gate and asked: "After entering, how should I go?" After all, breaking into the secret cave is one thing. If I get lost inside and fail, wouldn't that be an extreme injustice?

"There are so many twists and turns. No matter how many branch roads there are, there is always an obvious main road. Follow the main road and reach the exit. Even if you have done a great and earth-shattering thing."

The old man had already opened the iron door while he was speaking.

The deep Yin Qi behind the iron door suddenly rushed towards my face, and without warning, a hand that looked a little ethereal and pale came out and grabbed straight towards the old man's Tianling Cap.

The old man didn't care. He just made a hand gesture with one hand and slapped him across the face like a slap: "Get back here." While he was scolding, there was an obvious 'ghost howl' sound.

I couldn't do the curse, I just pinched a "ghost cross finger" without any preparation, and it had this effect.

I find that I can't see through this old man's strength at all. People who can cast spells instantly are the ones I should look up to.

"Go in." The old man said to me. At this time, his expression became a little more friendly. I nodded gently, holding the copper coin sword in my hand, the small gourd hanging on my waist, and the mysterious thing in my arms.

beads, these were all I had to rely on, and I walked in directly.

But in front of the door, I suddenly turned around and asked the old man: "Why did you give me this wine and help me?" At this time, I also saw out of the corner of my eye that there was not much at the entrance of the cave.

The fierce ghosts have discovered my anger and are quickly gathering towards me.

"What are you talking about? I wasted a lot just now. Do you think I have a lot of inventory? I'm helping you? How can I help you? Didn't I say it? My bones are almost rusty. I'm just helping myself.

Have some fun, in case you

Is it done?" While he was talking, the old man pushed me, and I was pushed into the cave without warning. The iron door behind me closed with a clang, and the dim light outside

It was immediately isolated.

The moment the door closed, the ghosts in these caves seemed to have no last scruples, and the dozen or so ghosts that had gathered in groups began to rush toward me like crazy.

I pulled off the agarwood beads on my hand, and without tearing them apart, I held them in my mouth. A faint, almost non-existent fragrance entered my nose, clearing my mind.

To deal with these evil ghosts, as long as my mind is not confused, I am not afraid at all. And at the next moment, facing the first evil ghost that stalked me, I clenched my fists tightly, and the aura of my whole body suddenly rose to the peak, and I started to step forward.

Run away.

The reason why I didn't take any action was because with the help of the cold light in the cave (there were copper lamps on the cave wall), I could clearly see how many evil ghosts were entrenched in front of the cave.

How much effort is expended, and how much strength is wasted?

Since my breaking into this secret cave was considered "unreliable" in everyone's eyes, why should I take the risk and use a very dangerous and unreliable method from the beginning?

Of course I can't avoid these ghosts when I run, and as the old man said, in this cave, although there are many branch roads, there is a main road paved with blue bricks with some strange things carved on it.

I definitely don’t have time to stop and look at what’s carved on these blue brick roads? I’m not running to avoid these ghosts, I’m just trying to gather them together. Ghosts are floating things, so how can anyone outrun them?

After only ten meters, I felt that my body was getting colder and colder, and my limbs were almost frozen. Because in the last test, so many people entered the cave at the same time, so these ghosts were 'divided', and this time I was the only one.

Man, in an instant, no less than a hundred fierce ghosts gathered around me!

It's natural that the coldness of these evil spirits affects me. What's even more unpleasant is that I have to face their 'faces', faces with different shapes before death. In this 'confrontation'

Don't expect them to appear in a gentle image. They will come no matter how they can scare my courage and break my aura.

"Come here, come here, hehehe" is a typical ghost cry.

"I died miserably, miserably. Do you want to listen to my story?" That ethereal voice sounded like it came from hell.

"Hehehe, do you want to stay with me? I'll give you my heart." As I spoke, a bloody and beating heart appeared in front of my eyes.
Chapter completed!