The cold wind outside the city was biting, and the old trees blocking the road exuded a rotten smell.
The storyteller didn't look at the two people who killed him, but looked at the dead tree blocking the road with confused eyes.
"Hand over all the mysterious tickets on your body first, and I will let you choose a happy death."
The person who did it said coldly.
The storyteller hugged the package in his arms, looked up at the two people, and opened and closed his lips in a mysterious rhythm: "The old man has been traveling around for many years and has seen many strange things.
There is still a story in his heart that has never been known before.
I told someone, would you two be willing to listen before killing the old man?"
"Old guy, you were nagging in the carriage all the way, and now you want to tell stories again."
The man who did it sneered and opened his clothes, with a golden talisman stuck inside, "Don't show off your skills. , Do you think we are just a bunch of idiots listening to your story in the teahouse?
With the requiem talisman, no matter how powerful your soul-seeking skills are, you can't bewitch us."
The storyteller smiled sadly, yes, how could they not know his methods and how could they be unprepared.
The storyteller was about to untie the package in his arms.
The two people seemed to dislike him for being verbose, so they grabbed the package without any reason, tore it open with a loud noise, took a look at the contents, and their expressions changed dramatically.
They hurriedly threw the package to the ground and backed away, shocked.
He said: "What the hell is this?"
There was a hairy ball-like thing on the ground.
It was curled up at first, about the size of a two or three-year-old child.
Then it stretched out and stood on the ground by itself.
When the two people took a closer look, they saw that it was actually a creature that exuded the aura of death, its body Some shriveled corpse dogs still have a bag hanging around their necks.
The corpse dog's eyes turned jerkily as it looked at the storyteller.
The storyteller grinned and said: "Good dog, follow the path I told you and return to your roots for me."
Half a year ago, he met a sick dog and saw that it was pitiful, so he took it to eat and sleep with it.
After a while, the dog died, but the dog was still alive and could move its eyes to look at him.
He asked The dog didn't want to let him go and the dog blinked.
He took pity on the dog Enyi, and used the ancestral soul poison technique to talk to the dog all night long, and finally tempered the dog into a ghost soul corpse dog, and never left it with him.
Wherever there were people, he would hide the dogs in packages.
In places where no one is around, such as in the wilderness, he will let the dog out and chat to relieve his boredom.
The dog can also help him catch some game to eat, just like when the dog was alive.
Woo The corpse dog seemed to sense that the storyteller was in a bad situation, roared sadly, and ran away into the distance.
"The old man is cunning, the secret ticket is on the dog, hurry up and chase him."
The two men yelled angrily, spread out their bodies and chased after the corpse dog.
The old man looked at the backs of the two people, getting closer and closer to the corpse dog, and nervously grasped a pair of withered old hands. boom At this time, an elegant figure suddenly appeared in front of the two people.
He raised his hand and fired two fireballs filled with dazzling white light, which hit the two people.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them were He waved his hands miserably in the firelight and turned into ashes.
The scene was horrifying.
When the storyteller saw the man wearing a red robe, he murmured: "The deputy palace master's people are here too."
The person who came was Zhang Wuling who came out of the city after hearing the news.
The next moment, the storyteller's pupils shrank, and where the corpse dog ran away, he saw five or six figures appearing, all wearing red robes.
One of them was still holding the corpse dog in his hand, and said in a voiceless voice: " Fallen leaves cannot return to their roots.”
"What are you doing catching the dog?
The man was almost killed," Zhang Wuling scolded the five or six Xiaogong disciples who walked up to him with the dog.
"Hehe" several disciples from the younger palace laughed awkwardly, "Elder Zhang is here, so there is no need for us to take action.
We also want to see your Dan Fire Technique, it's amazing, it's amazing."
These five or six Ziyang Xiaogong disciples have actually been lurking here for a long time, and they were the ones who broke the dead tree blocking the road.
Zhang Wuling glanced at the corpse dog in the disciple's hand and walked straight to the storyteller.
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The storyteller sat on the ground, leaning against the carriage, looking up at this elegant man with a kind face but full of vicissitudes of life, and said with a wry smile: "The old man has long expected that there are more than two of them who will kill me, and you Ziyang Xiaogong will definitely take action too. , I will accept my fate even if I want to kill or behead the old man.
I just have a request, can you let this dog go?"
"Slandering the deputy palace master is a capital crime."
Zhang Wuling looked at the storyteller and spoke coldly.
"The old man knows."
The storyteller nodded, "The old man was thinking just now, it would be great if he could die in the hands of the deputy palace master.
At least he could atone for his sins.
Fortunately, I waited for you, but the dog was gone. , the old man’s little grandson is going to starve to death.”
Zhang Wuling waved to the disciple carrying the corpse dog, and the disciple came forward and handed the corpse dog out.
Zhang Wuling caught the corpse dog, which made a fierce bared teeth gesture.
The storyteller closed his eyes slumped and shed tears again.
Then the storyteller suddenly felt his arms sink.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that the good dog who depended on him for life and death was actually in his arms.
The corpse dog opened its mouth and licked the storyteller's face with its withered black tongue, causing his old face to hurt.
The storyteller hugged the corpse dog tightly and looked up at Zhang Wuling in confusion.
Zhang Wuling turned around and rushed towards Qingqiu City, leaving only the storyteller's back.
"Old man, get in the car."
The Xiaogong disciple who was carrying the dog just now pointed at the carriageway with a straight face.
"How long can I live?"
the storyteller asked, hugging the dog.
"It depends on your ability."
The disciple of Xiaogong looked at the storyteller and said, "Looking at your face, you should be able to live for another twenty or thirty years."
"Don't kill me anymore" the storyteller was stunned.
"If I wanted to kill you, you would have died a long time ago."
The young palace disciple jumped on the carriage first and grabbed the riding whip, "My young deputy palace master has long guessed that your life is in danger, and asked me to secretly protect you for several days.
My young deputy palace master The palace master has a lot of people, and he won't care about an old man like you, but he can't let you go now.
As for what to do with you, I'm afraid you know it yourself, so get in the car."
The storyteller was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, his eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and he nodded hastily: "I know, I know, okay."
Then, the storyteller patted the corpse dog on the back: "Good dog, we can return to our roots this time, let's go."
The corpse dog jumped out of the Storyteller's arms and ran far away in an instant.
Seeing that Xiao Gong's disciple did not stop it, it turned its head and took a deep look at the Storyteller, then ran further and further away and disappeared.
The storyteller stood up, patted the dirt on his body, and was about to climb onto the carriage when he was picked up by the other Xiaogong disciples and forced into the carriage: "Hurry up, hurry up, I won't be able to see you if it's too late.
The deputy palace master got into a fight with someone."
The storyteller poked his head out of the carriage again: "Can you tell the old man more about the little deputy palace mistress?"
The young palace disciple driving the carriage flicked his whip and said proudly: "My young deputy palace master is majestic in everything he does."
Zhang Wuling was about to return to the city, but he encountered an unexpected incident halfway.
Someone was killing someone. s: I couldn't stand up to the enthusiasm of my relatives and friends at noon.
I was so drunk that I slept until night.
I have just finished coding the first update.
Everyone should go to bed after reading this update.
Qingchen will slowly code the second and third updates.
Update, I will definitely be able to finish coding before dawn, I’m sorry everyone
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