I make a contract with myself

Sun Yan and his team tried their best and won the battle.

The truth is, we have to win.

Murong Xiong was like a mad dog, biting Sun Yan relentlessly. If you want him to stop, you really have to win the fight.

"What's this?"

Sun Yan was lying on the bed, like a disabled person.

Liu Xian held the little baby in her arms and stayed by his side.

Xing Wan put her hands on her hips, her face very serious: "Daddy is not well yet, don't move!"

Sun Yan: "..."

Your mother lied to you. I am a warrior. How could I be so disabled that I can't move...

But at least you care about yourself, so just lie down quietly.

Liu Xian tucked a strand of white hair behind her ear and looked at the father and daughter with a smile, her eyes full of tenderness.

Others were also injured, but not as seriously as Sun Yan, and they are all recovering from their injuries now.

After lying in bed for ten days, the little milk ball was busy for ten days, taking good care of his father and aunts, and his short legs were busy all day long.

Ten days later, Sun Yan was finally able to get out of bed.

He wasn't fully recovered yet, but he felt particularly uncomfortable with his daughter who was so serious and responsible in kissing him.

I don’t even have the right to hug my daughter…

The old father wanted to cry, but as soon as there was a little mist on his face, the little boy wiped it vigorously with a handkerchief.

This is what her mother taught her: when her father cries, she just needs to hold back her tears.

Simple and crude, but useful.

Sun Yan: "..."

Even though I was pretending to cry, you can't just ignore me, right?

The Island of the Dead was right before their eyes, but they did not rush to land on the island. Instead, they hid themselves, gathered their strength, and used some magic to explore the way.

After a high-intensity battle, the spiritual energy in the body is almost exhausted and the potential is squeezed, which is quite beneficial for the breakthrough of the realm.

"The Marines?"

After these days of recuperation, Sun Yan saw that Si Mulin was not seriously injured, it was just that his cultivation was a little weak.

Regarding this point, since his cultivation level is not low, there is actually no better way. He can only wait until he reaches the island in a few days and hone himself in battle, which will help him consolidate his foundation.

"Yes, I watched too many TV dramas and joined the army on a whim. As a result, before I could be discharged, I accidentally traveled to the ancient spirit world." Si Mulin said with a wry smile.

"I thought you were a martyr." Sun Yan muttered.

"In peacetime, it's hard to be a martyr." Si Mulin sighed.

Anyway, I have traveled through time. If I become a martyr before I die, I can leave a memory for my family.

In the end, there was nothing, so I just wore it!

Si Mulin didn't even know how he died.

It is also possible that he is not dead, but his soul has been pulled to the ancient spirit world, and his body is like a vegetable. He should be lying in the hospital at this moment...

Or maybe as time passes, decades later, the body completely decays.

Damn people from another world!

Si Mulin has no good impression of the ancient spiritual world. After all, he is not like Sun Yan who does whatever he wants, nor does he have a good master like Chu Shudai.

A few years after traveling through time, the Yishen Sect was destroyed.

Afterwards, I was placed under house arrest and had to cooperate with them in human experiments, a life worse than death...

Si Mulin sighed slightly and decided to forget it. The past was too hard to recall.

"Why are you sighing? Your good days have just begun!" Chu Shudai walked over gracefully, smiling like a flower.

She brought three jars of wine, one for each of the Earth-traveling trio.

The first one to get drunk was Si Mulin.

"Noob!" Chu Shudai laughed wildly.

"How can you have such a shame? Bullying someone with lower cultivation than you, what kind of ability is that?" Sun Yan sneered.

"Skill? I'm very capable... come again!" Si Mulin staggered, wanting both food and drink.

The three of them drank more and more and became more drunk, staggering from side to side.

What is certain is that there are only three of them in the ancient spirit world, coming from the same world and having the same hometown.

Earth……

When they have reached a higher level of cultivation in the future, they will surely be able to go back.

However, their hometown is definitely not the hometown they are familiar with, time can change everything.

Three souls from different worlds chatted under the influence of alcohol, as if they were good friends who had known each other for many years.

And, let us make a common promise tonight.

One day, they will go back.

Even though the Earth at that time was no longer the homeland they were familiar with...

On the second floor of the villa, Cang Xie stood in front of the French window, looking at the three drunkards.

He also held a wine glass in his hand, which he spilled on the ground.

"Xie Changfeng, the eighth brother Si Mulin has been found. He, the seventh brother Chu Shudai, and the ninth brother Sun Yan are from the same place. I don't need to worry about them in the future. After all, they are all very strong."

"Nan Yuan, the murderer who took over Lao Wu's body, is dead. His brother Nan Sheng was poisoned by Zhu's original poison. Even gods and immortals can't save him. His body has already rotted away."

"Only the fourth one is still missing, but don't worry, we will find him... for sure!"

……

The crowd was divided into two teams.

Team one is Xie Xintong and Duan Rong, who are on guard on the pleasure boat. While taking care of Xingwan, they also have to protect Butterfly Island.

The other team had more people.

Including Cang Xie, four alien elves are going to the island, with different purposes.

However, since they were facing the Undead, they left all the elves who were not good at fighting the Undead on the houseboat before going to the island.

This way, their safety can also be ensured.

Lin Xiaoyu and Tutu were mainly curious and wanted to commit suicide.

Liu Xian is a soul master, and is their biggest trump card on this trip.

To be honest, the methods of the Undead are really weird and it is easy to fall into their trap.

You can ignore the lower-level minions, but as long as the opponent’s cultivation is at the spiritual level, you must be on guard at all times.

Of course, the bone and corpse undead are nothing, as long as you are stronger than them in terms of hard power.

The key is the Ghost and Specter types, especially the former.

Compared to the weird undead magic, at least it's understandable.

The obsession of ghost-like undead spirits can ignore the difference in cultivation level and can always subtly influence a person's mind without them realizing it, and even cause them to empathize with the person, thus bringing out the most vulnerable part of that person's heart.

Starting from the mind, torturing the opponent to despair, and after completely losing the ability to resist, it is time to harvest the ghost undead.

"It feels a bit like a creature outside the circle..."

Sun Yan held down the rabbit with one hand to prevent her from biting him, and touched his chin with the other hand, analyzing the situation carefully.

Compared to the others, it was normal for Tutu to get hit... No one was surprised.

"No way? It's just that the attack method is hard to defend against. If we meet face to face, it would be easy to kill him." Chu Shudai retorted.

"What are you talking about?" Si Mulin asked in confusion.

Obviously, we are not from the same circle.

Sun Yan didn't care. He explained the abilities of the ghost-like undead and how to prevent them in a concise and clear manner.

These words were naturally said to Si Mulin.

"No wonder." He suddenly realized, "No wonder I always feel a voice in my ear. I thought I had a demon in my heart, but it turns out to be a ghost."

Everyone: "..."

Your reaction is too slow, isn't it?

However, Si Mulin's cultivation level is only slightly better than Tutu's, so how could he withstand it?

It can be said that he is worthy of being a soldier. Facing the inhuman treatment from the Lingjue Holy Land, he persisted for decades. His state of mind is truly remarkable.