In an instant, Wang Jian's face turned pale.
He couldn't help shuddering and murmured: "What, what is going on?"
A light flashed in Dabai's eyes and he shook his head: "This liquid seems to be blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Jian covered his nose and frowned: "The smell of blood is so strong."
As he said, he He reached out and prepared to take out the whipping ruler.
Just when his hand was about to touch the corpse-whipping ruler, Dabai said anxiously: "Don't, don't touch."
Wang Jian was startled, retracted his hand and said: "What, what's wrong?"
"I want you not to touch it yet.
I don't know what it is yet.
What if the blood is poisonous?"
Dabai muttered.
He saw it lying on the table, stretched out its paws and slowly placed it on the corpse whipping ruler.
Then he took out the whipping ruler from the drawer and placed it directly on the ground like a human being.
With a "snap" sound, the Corpse Whip Ruler fell to the ground, and the sound seemed a bit crisp and bright.
At this time, the blood on the corpse whip turned into red gas and quickly dissipated in the air.
The Beijing character on the ruler also slowly faded away and disappeared.
Wang Jian was about to speak when Dabai hissed: "Stop talking and let me think about what is going on.
I can't remember it for a while."
After saying that, it closed its eyes and entered a state of contemplation. .
Wang Jian could only nod his head and looked at Dabai with wide eyes.
As time passed, the smell of blood in the room slowly dissipated, and the corpse whip returned to its previous appearance and gradually lay motionless on the floor.
Wang Jian felt a little cold.
At this time, he was only wearing autumn clothes and long trousers, so he had to run back to the bed and lie still.
How long does it take Dabai to think about something?
Wang Jian's face was full of doubts, but he couldn't ask, so he could only wait quietly.
At this time, in Dabai's mind.
Scenes from the past flashed rapidly in his mind.
Some images are very clear, while others are very blurry.
I saw that the background of one of the pictures was the endless sea.
There was a huge dragon several hundred meters long on the sea.
The scales on the dragon's body were glowing with golden light.
It was surrounded by people wearing clothes floating on the water.
Soldiers in silver armor, these soldiers in silver armor seem to be attacking the giant dragon.
The dragon has its mouth wide open, and in front of its mouth there is something that glows red and looks like a book.
There is also a picture of palaces and giant towers floating in the clouds.
The palaces are shining with golden light and surrounded by rays of light.
A huge thing like a city gate stands in the clouds.
Due to the shrouded clouds and mist, only one word on the gate can be clearly seen: South.
The ones behind can't be seen clearly.
The picture flickered and suddenly stopped.
The background of the picture that stopped was in a valley.
The picture was full of people, and there were many people flying in the sky.
In the middle of the picture, there lay a bodyless body.
The corpse of the leader was wearing golden armor.
Next to the corpse was a huge long sword.
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The sword was full of blood, and one word could be vaguely seen: Ming.
There were people in strange clothes standing around the body, and one of them was Dabai.
Dabai opened his eyes suddenly, and the dog's face was full of excitement: "I remembered."
"What is it?"
Wang Jian asked anxiously.
"It's a contract, a contract between the spiritual weapon and its owner," Dabai said.
A trace of doubt flashed across the face of the spiritual weapon Wang Jian, and he asked: "What is the spiritual weapon and what is the contract?"
"The Corpse Whip Ruler has spirituality, so it is a spiritual weapon.
The contract is that you drop your blood on a spiritual weapon that has no owner, and then you become the owner of that spiritual weapon.
That spiritual weapon is as long as you can see it.
Everyone will listen to you."
Wang Jian nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."
Dabai continued: "But if the owner of this spiritual weapon dies, then the spiritual weapon will become ownerless, and the blood of the previous owner will be forced out by the spiritual weapon, and then the previous owner's surname will be the brand.
It will fade away on that spiritual weapon."
"So, the Corpse Whip Ruler has an owner," Wang Jian said with a look of horror on his face.
"Yes, that owner's surname seems to be Jing."
Dabai murmured.
"Jing" Wang Jian said doubtfully, then a trace of panic flashed across his face, and he said: "I remembered that the old Taoist priest had a brother named Jing Tangyu.
I met him at the school gate last time.
He, I remember I told you when I came back."
As he said that, Wang Jian also remembered the meeting at the school gate at noon that day.
In the alley at the entrance of the house, Jing Tangyu controlled his Corpse Whip Ruler at that time.
He only had to wave his hand and the Corpse Whip Ruler would come into his hand.
He didn't believe it before when he said that the Corpse Whip Ruler was his, but now he heard Da Bai After saying this, I guessed it clearly.
People in love have shed blood to identify the owner.
He is the real owner of the Corpse Whipping Ruler.
Dabai nodded: "Well, the character displayed on the Corpse Whip Ruler just now is Jing.
It seems that he is really the owner of the Corpse Whip Ruler, so to speak."
At this point, Dabai and Wang Jian looked at each other for a moment, one person and one dog.
One thing was understood from the other party's eyes, that is, Jing Tangyu was dead.
"Who killed him again?"
Wang Jian muttered.
A flash of light flashed in Dabai's eyes, and he grinned and said: "We seem to have been deceived by someone, and I seem to understand something now."
"Who tricked us into running around and what did you understand?"
Wang Jian said with confusion on his face.
"Let me think carefully and sort out my thoughts.
You can go to bed quickly.
You have classes tomorrow, so I'll go out first."
Dabai said and walked towards the living room.
Wang Jian had no choice but to nod his head, turn off the light and lay on the bed, tossing and turning for a while and unable to fall asleep.
His mind was filled with what happened today, Qiqi's death, and Qin Yue'er's mother coming to see him.
Dabai walked to the living room, ducked and disappeared.
On the streets of Chengnan District, Jiangnan City, a faint figure was walking slowly.
The figure was a man wearing a black suit.
He was still wearing leather shoes, but his hair was very long and hung behind his back.
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He has a handsome appearance and a green mark between his eyebrows.
The figure was none other than Dabai, and he was expressionless at this time.
He was constantly adjusting his clothes and tie, and said: "These human clothes in the world really don't suit me.
I'm really not used to wearing them."
At this moment, a figure blocked his way.
Dabai was slightly startled.
He did not raise his head and said lightly: "What a heavy evil spirit."
The person who stopped Dabai was a long-haired woman.
She was wearing a white down jacket and tight jeans.
She wore a mask on her face, her big eyes stared at Dabai closely, and she said in a low voice: "Aren't you also a demon?"
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