Shura on the pillar of the blade of ghost slayer

Chapter 253 A Debt to Be Settled Sooner or Later

Just when Li Qingming felt sorry for the lost containment, he suddenly sensed a few familiar auras, not so much that he felt it, but more like the other party was calling him through waves of waves.

He cheered up immediately, thinking, 'Is there a familiar little baby here? '

In order to locate the opponent's position more quickly, Li Qingming's seventh sense was fully activated, and his perception covered the entire space like sonar.

At the same time, as if the other party had sensed Li Qingming's exploration, the frequency of the fluctuations suddenly accelerated, from the frequency of breathing to the speed of heartbeat, and the speed continued to increase.

Soon, Li Qingming locked on to its location, to be precise, it was them.

Yes, it was not just one containment that called Li Qingming, but several.

Li Qingming was overjoyed, and immediately ran to the nearest containment.

Looking through the small window, I saw a palm-sized wooden man in red clothes and a black fox mask running desperately inside the glass tube. Under his feet was a track with a miniature generator hanging on it.

Old Dingtou!
Seeing the way the other party generated electricity, Li Qingming was a little dumbfounded.

This hamster wheel-like power generation method is much inferior to the ones he saw before...

Old Ding seemed to have sensed Li Qingming's arrival, he was looking up at the small window, saw Li Qingming's thick face, and waved his hands desperately.

Li Qing clearly understood what the other party meant. If the other party could speak, they must be calling for help now.

I can feel that there is still a certain connection between him and Old Dingtou, and it is this connection that allows them to feel each other.

Moreover, Li Qingming could clearly know that, unlike other contained objects, he could take Lao Dingtou away, as easy as retrieving something that belonged to him.

"Don't worry, I'll save you right away!"

As he said that, Li Qingming called out the Crow's Feather Long Saber, and the red light of the saber streaked across the small house, causing the entire small house to explode.

Old Ding's head exploded out with the airflow, and fell into Li Qingming's hands, changing the appearance of the original puppet.

With a thought, Li Qingming's right hand turned into a devil's claw covered with crimson scales, and the dark blue fluorescence in the palm flickered with breathing.

Surprised by the changes in my body, it seems that my body is instinctively doing something I don't know.

The next moment, the palm emitting dark blue fluorescent light slowly submerged the puppet like a silent lake.

At the same time, Li Qingming could feel a familiar feeling returning.

With a flash of red in his palm, a wooden doll in red clothes and a black mask appeared in front of him, which was exactly the same height and shape as his own.

Controlling Lao Dingtou and shaking hands with himself, he said with a smile, "Old Dingtou, long time no see, I wish it could be more realistic!"

Lao Dingtou didn't respond to Li Qingming like he did when he was in the glass tube, but was just the same as before, a doll who could control the doll with his thoughts.

But even so, Li Qingming was already very happy.

After all, what was lost was recovered, and he was already grinning from ear to ear.

Relying on his memory, Li Qingming quickly came to the second floor and found another containment that called him.

Looking at the small house, I saw a dead leaf circling and flying with the airflow inside.

Sick leaf!

It was a containment object that Li Qingming seldom used because of the excessive side effects of his ability. He did not expect this kind of containment object to be used to generate electricity, but he did not understand the principle of power generation of diseased leaves.

"It seems that I really don't know much about diseased leaves..."

Swinging the knife to unfold the small house, the devil's hand touched the dead leaves, absorbing the dead leaves back like absorbing the old man's head.

Immediately afterwards, he came to the third floor, looking for the containment that called him.

This time, there was a mass of dark red spider silk in the glass tube. The spider silk was tumbling and twisting like life in the air. Feeling Li Qingming's arrival, it actually wove itself into the shape of a heart, and then snapped. It was shot on the inner wall of the glass tube, like a princess waiting to be rescued by the prince, complaining about why the other party came so late.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Li Qingming apologized when he saw the winning streak, but he always felt that something was wrong, and then said, "No, why should I apologize to your containment, bring it here!"

The red glow exploded, and the dark red spider silk regained its freedom. Like a little girl reunited after a long absence, it wrapped around Li Qingming's arm, and then burrowed into the dark blue fluorescent palm.

"It's back, it's all back."

Feeling the return of the contents, Li Qingming felt a sense of cherishment in addition to joy.

If it is in danger again, unless it is absolutely necessary, it will not sacrifice the contents.

Once again, the seventh sense was fully activated, but there was no response from any contained objects around

He was a little puzzled, "No, there should be a nightmare black butterfly..."

'Why not here? '

'Can't black butterflies generate electricity? '

"But diseased leaves can generate electricity..."

At this time, in the depths of the mind, the containment that had just been lost and recovered suddenly produced some kind of induction.

Li Qingming felt that there was an extra memory in his mind, which was the short-term memory recorded by the contained objects.

In his memory, Di Shenluo was bewildered by the black butterfly of Nightmare, and flew more than ten kilometers away. After realizing that he was cheated, he crushed the black butterfly into powder in a rage.

Seeing this scene, Li Qingming's face darkened a lot.

Although the contained objects do not have emotions and souls, they are able to survive thanks to the sacrifices of these contained objects.

The black butterfly played a decisive and key role, freeing up enough time for Li Qingming to use water droplets to create floods.

But its fate was worse than other containment objects, it disappeared from this world forever.

Thinking of the conversation he had with Zhenzhu, he couldn't help thinking, how can a person or a thing exist at this time?
In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, and that was to remember.

As long as someone remembers that person and that thing, they really existed.

They may not have any earth-shattering feats, but for those who remember them, they really existed.

The memories related to the black butterfly are constantly replaying in my mind, and the dream of having a happy family that the other party once made me.

Li Qingming remembers the appearance of the other party in his heart, just like Honda Damu, everyone in Guihun Village, and villagers in Swordsmith Village, he will always remember and never forget.

"What kind of shit is God Luo, this debt, we will have to settle it sooner or later!"

After reorganizing his mood, he scanned the entire three floors of storage again. Maybe it was because his strength was too weak. All he could take away now was the storage that could interact with him.

Although it was a pity, he knew that he would definitely come back.

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(End of this chapter)