Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

Desolate thorns and bones, breaking away from the soul.

The high and low piles of bones set the dim cave even more gloomy and dark, as if there are countless souls lingering in the boneless cave, howling and howling unwillingly.

"Xuanwu! Why did you do this?" Gu Qianjun frowned tightly, looking at the scene in front of him a little uncomfortable.

The obviously dilapidated and imperfect Xuanwu still carried the arrogance that a **** beast should have when he sat down: "Why did Candlelight only glance at the scene in front of me and question me like this?"

Gu Qianjun, who was uncomfortable, stared at Xuanwu, "No need."

Gu Qianjun, who turned around and wanted to leave, didn't see the Xuanwu who was locked in the cage, and his originally gloomy expression became even more gloomy.

Originally, if there was a black air that seemed to be nothing, it seemed to be drawn, and he stepped forward to entangle Gu Qianjun, who was about to leave.

Xuanwu, who had broken free from his cage, staggered forward.

As he moved, the crumbling flesh that was already rotten on his body fell to the ground piece by piece.

The only white left hand pinched Gu Qianjun's small chin.

When he approached, Gu Qianjun could even feel that the other party had better breathe the stench brought by nothing.

"Candle light, candle light..." Xuanwu pinched Gu Qianjun's chin, still shouting Gu Qianjun's original name as he did when he was a child.

Obviously he didn't say anything, but Gu Qianjun felt that Xuanwu seemed to be bleeding from his heart.

At any rate, it is because I once looked at the grown-up child, and now he has become such a ghost, Gu Qianjun will inevitably feel a little distressed: "Xuanwu, how did you become like this?"

But Xuanwu on the opposite side didn't seem to hear it, so he pinched Gu Qianjun's chin and continued to shout.

Except for Xuanwu's yelling, there was no other voice in the cave.

"Kill me." Gu Qianjun, who originally thought that Xuanwu would continue to shout, suddenly heard a very familiar cold voice.

Xuanwu, whose pupils were already red, was still the same as they had when they first met again.

Wearing clothes like green bamboo, his face was pale without rot, and his pupils were still emerald green.

Gu Qianjun pursed his lips, but passed his hand directly through Xuanwu's chest.

There was no trace of blood in the broken chest, and the place that originally belonged to the heart was occupied by a pitch-black stone.

Before Gu Qianjun could see the stone clearly, it was crushed by Xuanwu force.

The corners of the cold lips raised a rare curve: "Thank you, I have been waiting for so long, and now I see you again, there is no longer any nostalgia. This thing may be useful to you, you alone... it should be good."

Gu Qianjun looked at the Bodhi flower in his hand, and when his golden eyes looked at Xuanwu, he was a little startled.

Before Gu Qianjun could say anything, the Xuanwu who was still alive and standing in front of him had begun to become somewhat transparent.

"This is my place. If you want to unseal the seal, there is no safer place than here. I still have a lot of energy to protect you, so just... retreat here. I... won't disturb you. ."

Xuanwu stared at Gu Qianjun with some cold eyes, and looked at it with a wrong look, as if begging for Gu Qianjun.

Looking at the things in his hands, Gu Qianjun nodded and sat down cross-legged.