After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

"Ding--"

Another soft sound.

This time the soft sound was very close at hand.

The monk seemed to be walking leisurely, but in fact his pace was as fast as a ghost.

In an instant, they had already completely approached Lin Mao and the others.

By this time, Lin Mao saw him more clearly.The monk clasped his hands together, and a shriveled and torn burlap bag was draped over his shoulders. If it was just like this, he would be dressed like an ordinary monk. However, on this man's wrists and ankles, there were extremely thick black chains locked. The chain is almost as thick as an adult boa constrictor. It is dark in the night and does not reflect light. I can't tell what kind of material it is. It's just that when the man stepped forward, the other end of the chain was dragging far behind him. Deep in the ground, obviously very heavy.The chain snaked away behind the monk, hidden in the night, I really couldn't see where it was tied, I only knew that Lin Maoyu, Chang Xiaoqing and Yao Xiaohua had heard the soft sound that could stir people's hearts, It was the sound of the chains shaking slightly and colliding with each other when the monk moved.

Chang Xiaoqing's aura became sharper and colder with the arrival of the monk, and her white hair danced in the cold and dark night.Lin Mao couldn't help but looked at Chang Xiaoqing worriedly.As Chang Xiaoqing's master, over the years, Lin Mao has never seen his little apprentice show such a vigilant and tense appearance.

This is enough to show that the martial arts cultivation of the visitor is not inferior to Chang Xiaoqing.

What Lin Mao didn't know was that, in fact, Chang Xiaoqing might be a little more nervous than he showed.

(This monk... who is this monk?)

Chang Xiaoqing tried her best to hold her face tightly, forcing herself not to show the slightest sign of wavering.But when he saw the face of the monk who suddenly appeared, all the fine hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and the breath in his dantian moved on its own, moving energy in the meridians of his whole body—this was not Chang Xiaoqing Taking the initiative to do it, it is a natural reaction after encountering a threat under a person with profound martial arts skills.

It's just that Chang Xiaoqing never imagined that one day she would be frightened to such an extent by a seemingly unusual monk.He tried his best to recall everyone in the Jianghu, but he couldn't think of anyone who had such martial arts and dressed as a monk.

When the monk came in front of Lin Mao and Chang Xiaoqing, his pace slowed down.

He walked under the earthen wall step by step, and it was clear that Chang Xiaoqing, Lin Mao, and Yao Xiaohua were standing just one foot away—the three of them looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, their gazes were like swords, and they stood firmly. Staring at the monk and not daring to move a little bit, Chang Xiaoqing's murderous aura soared, which was very frightening.

but……

But the monk seemed to have not noticed their figures at all, and walked straight in front of the three of them, his eyes were downcast, and his eyelids did not even tremble in the slightest.

Faced with Chang Xiaoqing's and others' nervous eyes that almost melted into reality, the monk stopped in front of the corpses of the three Fengyunhu brothers lying on the ground.

He paused, his gaze resting on the faces of Feng Fenghu and the three of them for a moment, as if he was distinguishing something, then he turned his shoulders and put the torn sack on the ground on the ground.

The monk slowly opened the mouth of the sack, then bent down, picked up the three corpses with one hand, and put them into the sack.You know, even though the three Fengyunhu brothers are nearly half a hundred years old, they are full of martial arts, muscular, and tall, but when the monk picked up their corpses, his face was neither red nor out of breath, and he even breathed rhythmically. There was no slight change, as if what he picked up was not a heavy corpse, but a ball of light cotton.

Seeing what he did, Chang Xiaoqing and the others turned slightly pale.This behavior of this monk cannot but be said to be extremely weird.

In fact, it is not that there are no corpse collectors in Jianghu - after many years of life in Jianghu, Lin Mao knows that after the struggle between the two factions, the messy corpses are also for the low-level disciples and servants of the sect to restrain.

However, those people's behavior of restraining the corpse was definitely not as chilling as the gray-clothed handsome monk in front of them.

You know, a corpse is a corpse after all, not a mass of meaningless dead flesh. When ordinary people restrain a corpse, they will inevitably reveal some emotions in their actions, such as moving, sad, awe, or fear... But this monk, when he picked up the corpse, it was like picking up an ordinary object. His face, which was much whiter than ordinary people, did not change in the slightest, as if the corpse was really a lump of death. There are still pieces of meat that are still warm.

And the sackcloth bag on his back seemed inconspicuous, but it had a huge capacity. After a while, all three corpses rolled into it. on the back.It's just that when he came, there was nothing but an empty sack on his back, but now there is a big bag on his back like a hill.

The bottom of the bag gradually turned dark red. After the monk picked it up, the blood from the corpse's wounds pooled and trickled down the bag, staining the back of the monk's cassock. A horrifying mass of dark red blood.

But the monk was still expressionless and calm.

The weight of the three corpses on his back did not give him the slightest burden.

He put both hands on the straps of the sack, turned around in a circle, faced the direction he came from, and walked straight back and forth... But in this way, he couldn't avoid, They had to pass in front of Lin Mao and the others again.

Martial arts practitioners can more or less reveal some clues in their actions, but apart from the extremely exquisite footwork, and looking at the monk carefully, he only feels that apart from his exceptionally handsome face, he is not on par with ordinary people. No difference.There is no power to show off in every gesture, let alone the slightest trace of martial arts.

However, the more ordinary the monk behaved, the more tense Chang Xiaoqing's nerves became.

this person……

So scary.

Chang Xiaoqing thought to herself.

When the monk was slowly pacing past, Chang Xiaoqing suddenly felt that there was a moment when his inner breath could not be completely controlled. Then the earth wall under his feet made a very slight "click", and a small crack came from the ground. Chang Xiaoqing's foothold spread down.

And hearing this soft sound, the monk suddenly stopped, raised his head slowly, and looked up.

His position at this time happened to be facing Lin Mao.

Chang Xiaoqing's pupils shrank, and he wanted to pat the monk with his palm reflexively, but at this moment, Lin Mao suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Chang Xiaoqing's wrist firmly.

"Excuse me, dare to ask this master, but is it under the Chizheng Mansion?"

Lin Mao stared at the monk's face, spoke softly, and asked word by word.

His voice was very soft and slow, just because he spoke in this way, the trembling in his words would not be too obvious.

It's really because... this monk is really too creepy.

At this time, Lin Mao was very close to him, one lowered his head while the other raised his head.

Lin Mao could see the appearance of the monk very clearly...

Different from the ordinary Central Plains people, the monk's eyes were born with two colors, his right eye was pitch black, like a dot of ink, but his left eye was blue like a fan's.

This man's appearance was really strange, Lin Mao's eyes froze, and he looked at the monk's face again, and he found that his outline was deeper and deeper than ordinary people's.

Thinking about it, this person should have some blood from the Western Regions. No wonder the exposed skin was glistening white.

Of course, the reason why Lin Mao dared to stop Chang Xiaoqing's attack and talk to this monk with an inexplicable and terrifying aura was not because the monk had a face of a foreigner, but because the monk had bent over to pick it up earlier. When he was dead, a pendant hung on a thin silver chain, which slipped out from the wide neckline of the monk's cassock.

Lin Mao could clearly see that the pendant was shaped like a tiger's head, it was inconspicuous but very unique.

... This is what people in the world can't help but hold the tiger head card of Zhengfu with vigilance in their hearts.

Walking around the rivers and lakes under the door of the Zhengfu, the identity mark is this little tiger head card.

However, perhaps in the entire rivers and lakes, only Lin Mao knows that the tiger's head is not actually a tiger's head... but a cat's head.

When Chizhengfu was preparing for it, Gong Ningzi also said with a smile, I have a good friend named cat, so I should make a cat head with the logo of Chizhengfu.It was Lin Mao who was so angry that he poured wine all over Gong Ningzi's head, and the man reluctantly changed his words, saying that it was a tiger head - but Lin Mao occasionally saw the tiger head card held by the people in the government, but it was clearly the same as Gong Ning's. The cat head Zi showed him.

It is also because of this that Lin Mao remembers the appearance of the tiger head card very clearly, and there is absolutely no possibility of misreading it.

He and Gong Ningzi have known each other for many years, and he knows that under the Chizheng family, there will never be such people who kill innocent people indiscriminately and take action at will.

Thinking about what this monk did before, Lin Mao felt at ease: Chizheng Mansion had known about the escape of the three Fengyunhu brothers from Fengliang Mountain, and this monk was the one who came to arrest them.

Chizheng Mansion wants to suppress the people in the martial arts, so naturally it has to absorb many strange people with extremely high martial arts skills, and this monk is probably one of them.Lin Mao comforted himself secretly, and then increased the pressure on Chang Xiaoqing's hand - Chizhengfu would not take action at will, but if you blocked Chizhengfu's way of doing business, the other party would never take action because of you Any status in the world is soft.

One is an old friend's disciple, and the other is his apprentice. Lin Mao will never let the two fight by accident.

The monk's pair of heterochromatic pupils stared at Lin Mao without blinking.

There was also an indescribably strange feeling in his gaze, it was too sharp and focused, Lin Mao was just being stared at by him, and felt that the place where the man's gaze fell was slightly tingling meaning.

"What's your name……"

After a while, the monk suddenly spoke slowly.

Different from his extremely handsome face, his voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been burned by fire, and every syllable fell on the human ear, as if it was mixed with gravel, rough and unpleasant.

Lin Mao was slightly taken aback, and wanted to answer, but his mind suddenly recalled the greed and fanaticism of Yun Zhonghe in Sanlizhuang the moment he noticed his name.

That's right, now he must not reveal his identity as Lin Mao, so what identity will he appear in front of others?

While he was hesitating, the monk suddenly said, "Garuo."

"what?"

Lin Mao didn't know why.

The monk then slowly repeated: "My name is Jia Ruo."

At this time, Lin Mao was vaguely aware that the monk who called himself "Jia Ruo" seemed to be struggling to speak, every word was spoken with extreme force and slowness, and his voice was very jerky.

"My surname is Mu, my first name..." Lin Mao said with a flash of his eyes, "Feizhen, my name is Mu Feizhen."

Jia Ruo looked at Lin Mao steadfastly, and repeated the name that Lin Mao made up at random: "Mu Feizhen..."

After reading these three words, for some reason, Nagaruo's tongue seemed to become more fluent, and his voice was no longer as hoarse as before.