Corpse Retriever

Li Zhuiyuan held up the black book and waved it in the direction of the fish pond.

Although he didn't know if it could "see" him, he had to do his best.

Now, there were many things and miscellaneous matters at hand, and he had to deal with them one by one.

"Brother Runsheng, come and get the things."

"Okay."

Runsheng came over, carried all the things on his back, weighed them, and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Forget the battle flag, but this set of corpse-retrieving equipment is his most beloved treasure. When he woke up today, he didn't dare to think about it. He felt heartbroken when he thought about it.

"Xiaoyuan, where are they?"

"Go home."

"Then where are we now?"

"Go home too."

After returning home, Li Zhuiyuan went straight up to the second floor and walked into his room.

There were many books neatly stacked on the desk. Li Zhuiyuan took out one book each from the six sets of books: "Records of Strange Things in Jianghu", "Records of the Right Way to Subdue Demons", "Explanation of Yin and Yang Physiognomy", "Theory of Deduction of Fate", "Liu's Qi-Viewing Secret", and "Qin's Method of Observing Jiao".

Then he looked for the blank part of the page, picked up the carving knife, and cut off a thumb-wide strip, a total of six strips.

After hesitating for a while, he opened the black book he had just received and cut off another strip.

He found a piece of white paper, wrapped the seven strips in order, and found a black plastic bag to put the gold ingot in it.

Carrying these things, he went downstairs and came to the east room.

Liu Yumei had just finished taking a bath and sat by the coffee table, with moisture on her silver-white hair.

Seeing the boy coming, she pointed to the closed room and said, "Ali is taking a bath."

"Grandma Liu, I'm here to see you."

"Oh? Then make tea."

Li Zhuiyuan put the things away and started making tea.

"Xiaoyuan, grandma, I like watching you make tea."

"It's my honor."

After the two of them took a sip of tea, Li Zhuiyuan put down the cup and took out the paper bag:

"Grandma Liu, I know you are an expert in paper and cloth. I have some paper slips here. Can you help me take a look?"

Liu Yumei's biggest hobby is to design clothes for A'li. She is often seen drawing with a brush. Although she is only drawing clothes, she can taste a unique charm in the details, which is not inferior to the retired art academy masters in the family compound.

If nothing unexpected happens, Aunt Liu's painting skills should be learned from her. Moreover, A'li's painting foundation is also very deep.

This kind of painting master is often very knowledgeable about paper materials.

"Okay, let me show you."

Li Zhuiyuan first took out two paper slips and placed them in front of Liu Yumei. They were from "The Explanation of Yin and Yang Physiognomy" and "Theory of Deduction of Fate".

Liu Yumei reached out and touched the two pieces of paper, and asked, "Do you want to know what material or method it was made of or what era it was made of?"

"Age."

"I see you know something about antiques, so why can't you tell the age of ancient books?"

"Grandma, you're joking. I just read a lot before, but I don't really understand."

"That's right. Ancient books are a relatively small branch in the antique business."

Li Zhuiyuan waited quietly for the answer.

"These two pieces are from the Republic of China."

"Republic of China?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the words written on them should be neat and small, suitable for recording and filling."

"You have a sharp eye."

Li Zhuiyuan took out the pieces of paper of "Qin's Method of Watching Floods" and "Liu's Secret of Watching Qi" and put them on the table.

There were no words on them, so there was no need to worry that Liu Yumei could tell what book it was. Of course, even if the words were cut together, she probably wouldn't be able to read it.

In these two books, the characters become more freehand and uglier as they are written. In the beginning, Li Zhuiyuan could guess what the characters were by referring to the context, but in the end, it was as if he was familiar with the special symbols created by the writer and began to understand them.

Of course, these ugly characters have deep meanings. It can even be said that it is precisely because of these ugly characters that the value of this "pirated version" is far better than the original.

Liu Yumei picked up the two pieces of paper, rubbed them lightly, put them in front of her nose and smelled them, then put them down and said, "It's from the Ming and Qing dynasties."

"I see."

"If you bring the part with the characters, I can tell the age more specifically."

"Then I'll go get the book now?"

Liu Yumei shook her head: "No need."

Li Zhuiyuan smiled, as if he had known the answer long ago.

Next, he put the three pieces of paper, "Records of Strange Things in the Jianghu", "Records of Demons Subduing the Righteous Way" and the black-covered book on the table.

In fact, the three books he wanted Liu Yumei to look at were the ones he wanted to see.

Li Zhuiyuan was modest before. He could tell the approximate age of the four books.

But he could not figure out the age of Wei Zhengdao's books. He could only assume that they were from the Ming and Qing dynasties based on the quality and preservation of the books.

But now the problem came. The one in the fish pond was from the Six Dynasties, almost 1,500 years ago.

The handwriting in the black book he gave himself was exactly the same as Wei Zhengdao's.

Li Zhuiyuan could tell whether the handwriting in the book was written by himself or deliberately imitated by later generations when copying.

Because whether it was "Jianghu Zhiguai Lu" or "Zhengdao Fumo Lu", there was a kind of "self-satisfaction" between the lines.

This point was also in the black book.

This means that the three sets of Wei Zhengdao's books in his hands were not handwritten copies by later generations, but original copies.

But if the time span is suddenly extended to 1,500 years ago, the preservation of the original books would be too amazing.

At first, Liu Yumei just glanced at these three note at will, and then she stagnated, and immediately stretched out her hand to hold the three notes and raised them, and asked:

"What kind of book is this?"

Li Zhanyuan asked: "Do you really want me to answer?"

"Forget it, don't answer." Liu Yumei opened his hand, and the three note slowly fell. She picked up the teapot again. Regardless of the hot tea, she washed her hands with hot tea.

Li Zhanyuan asked curiously: "Grandma, what age is these three sheets?"

"Oh, this is not a paper."

"That's ..."

"It's human skin."

Li Zhanyuan blinked: "Human skin?"

"Human leather paper, have you heard of it?"

"No."

"Just right, as long as you are willing to spend enough costs, there are many methods for pursuing books for long -term retaining books. It is the most time -consuming and labor -free. "" "

"I see."

"Do you really understand? Then do you know, which age is these three people?"

"After the Eastern Han Dynasty, before the Sui and Tang Dynasties?"

"I can give you the most specific age."

"You say."

"Nanliang."

"Grandma, you will talk about it again."

"Emperor Liang Wu, Xiao Yan, once made paper with three thousand people, and recorded the Buddhist scriptures to worship the true Buddha.

However, before the batch of paper had time to use it, Hou Jing rebelled, and this batch of paper was circulated from the palace, known as the Buddha Paper.

You three books are written with this Buddha skin. "

"Isn't he believed in the Buddha with a paper -made paper?"

"What are the strangeness? Be the emperor to worship the Buddha and ask for the Tao. Where is the compassion for the sidelines for Huaipu, it is nothing more than wanting to ask for a longevity to continue to enjoy the honor.

Isn't the monastery in the Ming Dynasty the same?

This kind of emperor does not love rivers and mountains and does not love beauty. He only loves themselves, and he is very selfish in his bones.

Therefore, how can I really care about anyone. "

"Been taught a lesson."

"This book, this paper, if it is well preserved, even if it is true antiques, it seems that you really have a lot of good things in the basement of your grandfather."

"Do you know that there is a book in the basement of the grandfather?"

"He said that when there were some people who sent him when I was broken, they said that someone would come to pick it up in the future, but until now, no one came to take it away."

"Who is it deposited?"

"I haven't even read those books. How can I know who is? Besides, I am now looking old and not suitable for reading."

"It's a pity, I think there are a few books, it's still very interesting."

"When Ali is sick, you can think of grandma."

"If you can't read it, you still have to watch it yourself."

"Do you have something else?"

"Yes." Li Zhanyuan opened the black plastic bag, took out the ingot of the ingot, and placed it in front of Liu Yumei.

"You kid, go as a monkey?"

"No, dare not."

"This is underworld, used when funeral."

"It's gold."

"Why, do you want to change money here?"

"Yes."

"Hehehehe." Liu Yumei laughed with her mouth covering her mouth.

"Reasonable buying and selling, not involving others."

The main reason is that it leaves a piece of gold ingot. This is the money of renting land and planting trees. It is not easy to explain to the grandfather. One is not easy to explain.

After all, Tai Ye only needs to go to the village to sign for the signature.

"Okay, how many?"

"Nothing."

Liu Yumei picked up the gold ingot and squeezed it in his hand, and asked, "Convert it to you at the current price of gold?"

"Okay. But this is a complete gold ingot."

"Oh, your boy, grandma adds you one to one percent."

"Thank you Grandma."

This is also the benefit of exchanging here Liu Yumei. Cutting away in the outside shop, the appearance was ruined.

"A Ting."

"Come." Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen, bowed her head to Liu Yumei's ear to listen to the command, and nodded, "Okay, I will go to the bank."

Liu Yumei watched Li Zhanyuan and said, "You can give it to you at night."

"Okay, grandma."

"You haven't made it clear about last night."

"It's not good to make it clear, but it's always solved."

"That's good." Liu Yumei looked at the boy slightly, watching the boy, "You are not good."

"Maybe it's not rest."

"No, it seems that you have to sleep too much, you are not good for people to go to snacks, it is not good to sleep too much, it is easy to sleep, and unclear reality or dreaming."

At this time, the door of Dongwu opened, and A Li stood at the door.

Some ancients always feel exaggerated, but when you really see it in reality, you will find that the description is so appropriate, such as that naturally carved.

I was used to seeing A Li's good dress. At present, this kind of just after taking a shower, she is very beautiful and exquisite.

Li Zunyuan's face showed a smile, and she was there, how could she not distinguish between dreams and reality.

Liu Yumei said coldly: "When I was young, I looked as good as A Li."

Li Zhanyuan said: "Grandpa at the age of ten, you can see you?"

"Boy, fight." Liu Yumei reached out and wanted to shoot Li Chaoyuan. Li Zhanyuan avoided it.

A Li came over, Liu Yumei stood up, ready to help her granddaughter dress up.

Who knows, her granddaughter ran directly with the boy into the main house.

For a moment, Liu Yumei felt a little embarrassed, but since she was already standing, she might as well stretch.

"Oh, you're exercising late at night?"

Li Sanjiang and Tan Wenbin came back with an empty cart. They had just delivered tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks to someone.

Liu Yumei: "My arms and legs are old, so I have to move more."

"Yes, I have to move more. My mule is sick at home, and I feel really tired after delivering a trip." Li Sanjiang walked to the chair and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it. He needed to relax.

Tan Wenbin asked: "Is Xiaoyuan back?"

"I'm back. I just went upstairs."

"Okay, grandma."

Tan Wenbin didn't go upstairs to find Xiaoyuan, but ran to the workshop.

As soon as he opened the door, he smelled a strong aroma of meat.

"Oh, Runsheng, you are so unkind. You actually grilled meat secretly here."

As he said, he reached out and picked up a piece from the stove, and put it directly into his mouth without blowing it.

"Hoohoo... so hot... so hot!"

Runsheng: "..."

"Crispy, not bad. Are you roasting pig skin? Why don't you prepare some dipping sauce? If there is no pepper, some salt will do."

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious. The meat is quite fresh."

"Do you want more?"

"Of course."

"Come on, which piece do you want to eat? I'll cut it for you."

Runsheng put out the two sets of leather clothes on the table, "Lifelike".

He was just destroying them according to Xiaoyuan's instructions, but Tan Wenbin came in and ate them. He didn't even have time to remind him.

Tan Wenbin saw the two thin people lying on the table.

He was stunned for half a minute, but he was still chewing numbly.

Finally, he lowered his head and spit out the contents in his mouth, covering his neck:

"Ugh!!!"

"The toilet is next door, go there and vomit."

Binbin was unmoved and continued to dry heave while squatting on the ground.

Runsheng didn't want him to make this place dirty, so he simply picked up Binbin and sent him to the toilet, letting him hold the dragon chair and vomit loudly.

After returning to the workshop, Runsheng cut all the remaining leather clothes and put them into the furnace in batches.

It was destroyed, but the furnace had to be cleaned afterwards, otherwise it would be full of oil.

Tan Wenbin came back with a pale face. He looked at the empty case and asked, "I was hallucinating just now, right?"

"It's nothing, just dirty meat."

"No, are you really eating this stuff?"

Runsheng shook his head: "I don't eat it."

"Huh..." Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.

"The meat is not dirty enough, and it's not marinated well."

Tan Wenbin sat down, stretched out his hand to scratch his hair, and said, "I always feel that you are lying to me."

"What did you lie to you about?"

"From the beginning to the end, it seemed like a sitcom. I was thrown away at the critical moment. I have never seen a dead body that can move by itself."

"Just think it's a lie to you."

"But it doesn't seem like it. Xiaoyuan won't lie to me about this kind of thing."

Runsheng reached out and touched Tan Wenbin's forehead, and asked with concern: "Are you food poisoned?"

Tan Wenbin shook his head aggrievedly. He had seen Li Zhuiyuan say the answers while listening to him reading math problems. For a senior high school student, this scene is more magical than seeing a dead body that can move.

"Runsheng, can you tell me what happened last night? Xiaoyuan asked me to ask you."

Runsheng nodded and told me what happened last night and today.

After listening, Tan Wenbin's face became even paler.

"So, the two water monkeys I met today were actually possessed by Sidao?"

"Do you need to ask? You just ate the skin."

"Don't mention that, I've forgotten it."

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"No, nothing." Tan Wenbin stood up tremblingly and staggered out.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the store and call my dad to pick me up."

Tan Wenbin walked to the dam and squatted down. He took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his mouth, but the match was struck many times and failed to produce sparks.

No mistakes in one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

He was just joking just now, how could he call his dad to pick him up? He didn't see Sidao this time, but there would always be a chance next time.

This feeling is like a person who likes spicy food but can't eat spicy food. It's very painful and uncomfortable, but he can't help but want to continue trying.

"Crack!"

The fire was lit, and Tan Wenbin immediately leaned over to light it.

A roar was heard, and a police three-wheeled motorcycle drove onto the dam.

Tan Wenbin raised his head with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Tan Yunlong.

"Bang."

The cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.

Tan Yunlong got off the police car, walked over, and gave him a fatherly kick.

"Bang!"

Tan Wenbin was kicked to the ground, the dam was flat, and he rolled several times.

"I put you here to let you smoke here? I think you don't know any rules at all!"

Tan Wenbin retorted: "Dad, aren't you also using the public car for personal purposes?"

"Heh." Tan Yunlong began to unbuckle his belt.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Li Sanjiang came out and grabbed Tan Yunlong, "Don't hit him all the time. What if he gets hurt?"

"Uncle, this guy was just squatting here smoking!"

"Hey, I just pulled it out for him. I was just teasing him. He doesn't smoke at all. If you want to hit him, hit me."

"Uncle, you can't protect him like this. If the child is spoiled too much, he will not learn well."

"I spoil my little Yuanhou. I think he is very good."

"How can they be the same?"

"They are all children. What's the difference?"

"I dream of being different."

"Come, sit down, stay for dinner tonight."

"No, uncle, I'm here on business. There was a drama troupe. There was a car accident in Pingchao Town at noon. The car broke through the guardrail when crossing the bridge and fell into the river. . "

"Which troupe?"

"They were performing in Siyuan Village yesterday."

"Oh, this one, where are the people? How are they?"

"All dead."

"Hiss... How could this happen?"

"It was just a simple car accident, but too many people died. I came here for routine visits and inquiries. Did anything happen during the performance yesterday? Like quarrels or fights that led to conflicts?"

"No, no, they performed very well yesterday. I guess they didn't sleep all night and were driving tired."

"Well, this The helper's identity is a bit special, it's a troupe from another province."

"It's probably hard to find work in other provinces, so they come here to find work. Alas, it's a pity."

"Okay, let's do it, uncle, Binbin is here, I'm sorry to bother you."

"No trouble, this kid is very good, and he helps me with work. In fact, the kid has a good character, I can see that."

"It's just that his academic performance is not good, he doesn't focus on his homework, and he just wants to play all day."

"Aren't all kids like this? My Xiaoyuan Hou is also like this, he likes to play and doesn't have much mind to study."

Tan Yunlong: "..."

"Uncle, don't you know your Xiaoyuan's academic situation?"

"It's because of your help, otherwise I would still have to worry about whether he can go to school."

"Didn't Xiaoyuan tell you?"

"He said, he said you helped to make it happen."

"This is what I should do. How can I let a child not go to school for nine years of compulsory education?"

Since the old man didn't know, Tan Yunlong wouldn't explain it.

"Stay for dinner."

"No, no, I'm leaving."

After saying goodbye to Li Sanjiang, Tan Yunlong got on his motorcycle and left.

After seeing his father leave, Tan Wenbin got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body.

Li Sanjiang took out a cigarette and handed it to him: "Do you dare to smoke again?"

"Why not!"

"Pah!"

Li Sanjiang rewarded Tan Wenbin with a heavy chestnut.

Tan Wenbin covered his head and said aggrievedly: "Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Don't hate your dad, your dad is also for your own good. When you grow up, your dad will give you cigarettes in the future."

"Hey..." Tan Wenbin thought of this scene, and a smile appeared unconsciously at the corner of his mouth, "That would be great."

"Ci Na Kangzi, when your dad hands you a cigarette for the first time, you won't be able to laugh."

...

Li Zhuiyuan didn't rush to read the book, but sat in the house and played chess with A Li.

The boy enjoyed the process of losing one hand after another, which helped him calm down his anxious mood.

He knew that he had a bad habit of thinking too much, but he would be very quiet in front of girls.

Aunt Liu came up and knocked on the door. Li Zhuiyuan walked out and took a bag from her, which contained money.

"Thank you, Aunt Liu."

"Come down for dinner."

"Okay."

Because Aunt Liu went to the bank, the dinner was simpler, noodles and two kinds of toppings, but it was also delicious.

"Hey, Zhuangzhuang, why don't you have an appetite tonight?"

"I ate too much at noon."

"I thought your dad kicked your stomach."

"Not really, he's very accurate with his feet."

"Zhuangzhuang, will you be a policeman in the future?"

"No, I won't."

"It's so nice to be a policeman."

"My grandpa said that being a policeman is good, but if there weren't the two words 'people' in front of it, it would be much more tiring and the burden would be much heavier."

"That's how wise he is."

"Uh, are you talking about my grandpa? ? "

"He is also your grandfather."

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Li Zhuiyuan and asked: "Xiaoyuan, which university are you going to apply for?"

"Haihe University."

"Okay, then I will apply there too, and then I will go to the school with you to register."

"Pah!"

Li Sanjiang knocked Tan Wenbin's head with the end of his chopsticks:

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you go to register with our Xiaoyuanhou, you will have to repeat a few years!"

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Ah Li's movements of eating noodles became very natural, and she did not pursue the uniform length of each time.

When she finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Do you want more?"

Ah Li shook her head.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the handkerchief, and she leaned forward on her own initiative.

After wiping her mouth and hands, Li Zhuiyuan folded the handkerchief and wiped himself.

Seeing that the girl kept staring at the handkerchief, the boy deliberately put it in his pocket.

The girl seemed to pout.

After dinner, Li Zhuiyuan coaxed Ah Li back to sleep. When he returned to the main house, he saw Runsheng and Tan Wenbin sitting in front of the TV. There were rattan sticks and wooden strips in front of them, and they were making paper-folding while watching TV.

Surprisingly, Tan Wenbin's movements were very skillful. If you didn't know, you would think his family was also an ancestral paper-folding shop.

"Brother Binbin."

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Don't you read books or do homework?"

"I brought all the homework. I've written the composition myself. You can help me write the rest before I go back."

"If you do this, your parents won't let you come here in the future."

"Don't worry. The worse my grades are, the more likely they will put me here."

"That makes sense."

"Hehe, after all, tying me to the Confucian Temple is not as effective as leaving me here."

"Is it easy to get into Haihe University?"

"Brother Xiaoyuan, are you reminding me to study hard?"

"Just asking."

"You don't know?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, yes, all domestic universities are the same in your eyes. With my current grades, the success rate of getting into Haihe University is as high as the probability that every household will have a color TV in the future."

"Then you should be able to pass the exam. One of my brothers said so."

Coming to the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan began to do horse stance while breathing.

After practicing, he took a shower and went back to the room.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the black book in his hand.

He knew that he would definitely learn.

Because he is young now, according to Liu Yumei, it is not appropriate to practice hard skills before the bones grow up, but he cannot accept his helplessness when he encounters crises again and again.

Although the crisis he encountered recently is a bit outrageous, Zhao Kuo, who was studying at home, met Bai Qi when he went out.

But... you have to learn some non-physical means to face death directly.

It gave this book to me as an open conspiracy.

However, the final result may not be what it wants to see.

Putting the book under the pillow, Li Zhuiyuan got out of bed, walked to the closet, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Strange feeling?

But I felt very strange when I looked at myself in the mirror a long time ago.

Dirty and distorted emotions?

How I wish I had emotions to let it pollute.

You said I was like Wei Zhengdao, is there a possibility...

Li Zhuiyuan put his hand on the mirror, and his opinion in the mirror became blurred, as if he had become another stranger. Of course, this was just Li Zhuiyuan's own imagination.

"Wei Zhengdao, do you have the same disease as me and Li Lan?"

...

I went to bed early and got up early. When I woke up, it was still dark. I looked sideways and it was not time for the girl to come.

After getting up and washing, I picked up the black book and walked to the terrace. I saw the door of the east room was opened and Ah Li, who was wearing a white top and a horse-faced skirt, walked out.

She looked up and looked at the boy standing upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan smiled and waved to her.

Although it was not yet dawn, his sun had risen.

The girl sat beside him, and Li Zhuiyuan began to formally flip through the black book.

Familiar handwriting, familiar self-satisfaction.

It seems that because it was written for a friend, this feeling is even stronger, and there is a kind of pleasure of sharing one's good things with a good friend.

Li Zhuiyuan felt that it might hate the wrong person.

Wei Zhengdao might really teach him this method purely, but some methods are not suitable for everyone.

After reading on, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed his guess.

The first article, walking Yin control

The second chapter is about conscious integration.

The third chapter is about guiding cognition.

The fourth chapter is about completing the control.

This book is not thick and does not contain much content. It only talks about methods. If you want to learn it, you just need to follow the method.

But the difficulty is very great. Just controlling the Yin-walking is not something that everyone can master.

In this way, that it is really a genius. It actually learned it and controlled so many dead people.

In addition, this book is very insidious.

It treats the dead people as an "animal", connects with them through the Yin-walking method, then integrates consciousness, reads their memories before death, and finally, like hypnosis and deception, induces and controls their behavior.

It is very similar to... animal training.

Maybe, in a serious book, you have to put on airs and write "destroyed by the righteous way" over and over again.

But in the notes written to friends, I let go and revealed my true thoughts.

Wei Zhengdao, Wei Zhengdao, you can think of such a method, what kind of righteous way is it?

For Li Zhuiyuan, the first step was not difficult, nor were the third and fourth steps. He could already control the Yin movement, and he also knew how to hypnotize and seduce. After all, he also had rich experience in being studied by psychologists.

It was the second step that he had no idea about yet.

Wei Zhengdao's description was so mysterious that Li Zhuiyuan had to try to "translate" it into modern words to understand it.

It was like a frequency, similar to a radio, which made him and the dead fall in a resonance.

Can it be understood in this way?

How to control this frequency?

Li Zhuiyuan leaned back on the rattan chair, covered his face with the book, and closed his eyes.

He wanted to find the feeling, first find a state of half-sleep, and walk the Yin movement.

Beside him, the girl saw the boy lying down, and lay down with him.

In the morning light, the boy and the girl lay side by side on the rattan chairs leaning against each other, but the girl was lying sideways, looking at the boy's face.

Li Zhuiyuan found that feeling, as if he had succeeded in walking in the underworld. He slowly opened his eyes, but everything around him was foggy and he couldn't see anything.

According to the content in the book, Li Zhuiyuan began to try to control his consciousness to tremble. This was what he understood as... frequency.

In reality, the boy lying on the rattan chair began to twitch his eyelashes rapidly.

Ali noticed it, and she reached out to touch it, but she pulled her hand back halfway, and then she closed her eyes.

The foggy surroundings did not change at all.

Li Zhuiyuan finally realized a big problem, that is, what was he testing here without even a test subject?

But what could he do? Should he ask Brother Runsheng to go out and tie a dead one and bring it back for him to test?

But at this moment, the surrounding images began to tremble faster, as if some powerful band was actively responding to him.

The fog in front of him began to recede, and Li Zhuiyuan saw a girl sitting in the middle of the darkness with her knees hugged in front of her.

Uh,

Is he,

sensing Ali?