Boss, do you have a guess?

In his memories of the past so many years, Qu Mo can be sure that he has never touched a sword, let alone learned to swing a sword.Only when he was very young, when he still liked to play with the children living nearby, he used that plastic sword to play childish games like Dragon Quest.

But that kind of game is just for show, not to mention skills, even the sword in his hand is light and light, and it doesn't have the feeling that a long sword should have at all.

It is precisely because of this that after killing dozens of dolls non-stop, Qu Mo became numb, but at the same time, an inexplicable question began to appear in his mind——

Why was he able to react as quickly as possible after he got the sword, and successfully slashed the puppet that only wanted to hurt Bai Wangchuan?

Why can he now, not only ensure that he will not make mistakes on his side, but also spare time to help Bai Wangchuan behind him who almost has no time to make a spell?

From the time the long sword was held in his hand, he found that he was not like someone who had never been in contact with him at all.It seems that it is not an exaggeration to say that every move, every move, is the level that those knight-errants in TV dramas should have.

Qu Mo didn't know what this meant.

I don't know why this is happening.

He just felt that the scene in front of him became blurred and strange as he chopped again and again.

Those puppets seemed to have turned into soldiers in battle armor, and their expressionless faces seemed to have a fierce look of life and death.

It's like the ancient scenes seen in TV dramas, everyone is crazy, and everyone is full of the same sluggishness.It's as if the movements in their hands have become mechanical operations.

Just slash, not slaughter.

Qu Mo's hands kept moving.

It is as if it has been done thousands of times, thousands of years.

All hit the nail on the head.

After such a long time, Qu Mo felt that his vision became more and more blurred.The spirit is also a little confused.

Gradually, he seemed to be unable to feel his movements.

After that, he couldn't feel his own existence anymore.

"Hey, hello!"

A familiar voice came to my ears.

Qu Mo's eyes widened sharply, and he saw a white-clothed man wearing an ancient long gown like in TV dramas, looking at him and smiling at a distance that almost touched his face.

This man's black hair was like a waterfall, reaching to his waist.

But no matter how the hairstyle changes, Qu Mo can still recognize that this person is the little Taoist priest he has been in love with for a long time.

Bai Wangchuan.

Panting heavily, he turned his eyes to look around.

There was mist everywhere, and he was lying on a small boat for two people. Bai Wangchuan was standing at the bow, holding a long pole in his hand, and was slowly punting the boat.

Qu Mo wanted to sit up, but felt a pain in his head.Holding his body up slightly, he frowned and asked, "Where is this? Why did we suddenly appear here?"

"Xianjun must have fainted from sleep," Bai Wangchuan smiled as usual.But this title made Qu Mo feel inexplicable.

He said: "The river is almost over. After crossing the river, someone will pick you up later. To be honest, I have been here for so many years, but you are the first person I have seen who can sleep on a boat."

The more Qu Mo listened, the more puzzled he became.

Sitting up a little more straight, he asked, "Where am I going?"

"Xianjun doesn't even remember this?" Bai Wangchuan shook his head, "I said that yesterday's wine should not be drunk too much. You must not listen, and drank so many jars. I haven't come to Meng Po's side yet, but I don't want to drink too much. I'm going to drink her old man's soup."

Hearing these familiar terms, Qu Mo wondered where this place was.

His eyes widened, and he looked around again.Finally, he looked at Bai Wangchuan with even more puzzled eyes, and said without a word: "You mean, this is the underworld?"

"Yes," Bai Wangchuan nodded, "but to be more precise, this is on the Wangchuan River."

After a person dies, the soul has to pass through the gate of hell, pass through Huangquan Road, cross the Wangchuan River, and behind it is the Underworld.

What Bai Wangchuan said before resounded clearly from the bottom of his heart.

Qu Mo could not accept this fact for a long time.

Is it...

He has been killed by those puppets?

But isn't the current ferryman on the Wangchuan River named Dabai?Why Bai Wangchuan?Why did he call himself...

Before he could finish thinking, there was a sudden sharp pain in his arm.

Qu Mo was shocked, and after a while, he had already returned to the hotel room.And the sharp pain in his arm just now was because the puppet in front of him gave him a hit with the kitchen knife in his hand.

Blood gushed out from the wound, but the pain at least made his thoughts clearer.

Qu Mo calmed down.

Just looking in front of him again, he found that there were only two or three dolls that surrounded them at some point.

But before he could say anything, he heard Bai Wangchuan's voice behind him.He said, "Are you all right?"

Qu Mo let out a "huh".

As for the plot that he didn't know whether it was a dream or an illusion, he decided not to think about it for the time being.After dealing with the situation in front of me, there will be more opportunities to ask questions.

"This fight will be endless," Bai Wangchuan heard that there was no problem with his voice, so he said, "there are too many, if we keep fighting, we will definitely be exhausted in the end. So..."

"You wait."

Before he could finish speaking, Qu Mo interrupted: "Aren't there only three puppets in this room?"

Bai Wangchuan was shocked when he heard this.

But Qu Mo continued to lower his voice and said: "I can only see three, I will deal with them, and you will deal with that man."

Bai Wangchuan was stunned for a moment.

In the next second, he nodded immediately.Regardless of how close the puppet wielding various weapons was to him, he raised his foot and rushed towards the man.

He said how could there be so many dolls hidden in this place.

It turned out to be an illusion.

When this conclusion was drawn, everything made sense.

The remaining three puppets were easily chopped into pieces by Qu Mo.At the same time, Bai Wangchuan had already rushed in front of that person, and directly pasted on his forehead a half-painted Soul Breaking Talisman that he had shown Qu Mo once before.

The man's screams immediately tore through the air.

Qu Mo was a little worried: "Are you sure you pasted the wrong spell?"

"I just want him to feel the effect," Bai Wangchuan said, "Don't worry about the sound problem. If he dared to bring us here to kill us, it means that the sound insulation problem must have been solved before us. So let He'll be uncomfortable for a while, and he'll be fine."

Qu Mo thinks about it, and it seems to be the same thing.

He let out a long breath, and the result of his sudden relaxation was that the wound on his arm that was cut just now hurt again.There was also the muscle soreness caused by the desperate slashing, which made him sit down on the sofa beside him, and ignored the man's screams as the background sound in the TV series.

Bai Wangchuan listened patiently for a while.Only then did he call out "Er Hei".

Qu Mo just wanted to say that Erhei was not in this room, how could he hear such a small voice, when he saw a black shadow appear from nowhere, the next second, the familiar black cat was already walking Stepped on Bai Wangchuan's shoulders.

Qu Mo was taken aback.

Bai Wangchuan explained in a considerate manner: "There is a connection between Erhei and me. As long as I chant the mantra and call his name, no matter where he was before, he will appear directly by my side."

After speaking, he looked down at the black cat that had already jumped in front of the man.Tilting his head, he said, "Didn't you go after the murderer who blew up the soul of the man in black? Why are we all here, but you haven't arrived yet?"

"Because it was a puppet that bombed him."

Erhei bared his teeth and responded angrily.

Although there is no emotion on that cat face, but from his tone, Qu Mo can feel how angry he is now.

Bai Wangchuan snorted, and cast another spell on the man.

His sobbing screams stopped instantly, and Qu Mo knew that this was the spell that prohibited all movements that he had used on the man in black at the beginning.

"Okay, Erhei, take a look. If I'm not wrong, this should be a thing that survived by stealing your life."

Bai Wangchuan clapped his hands, and after saying this, he went to Qu Mo and sat down with him.

The next thing is to lure the soul and cross the spirit, so he doesn't need to intervene.So by mentioning this to Erhei, his mission is considered complete.

Hearing this, Er Hei took a few steps around the man, and then jumped off the table.

The figure turned around, and it was the human form of the extradited man again.

He swiped one hand to his side, and a bamboo scroll appeared in his palm out of thin air.Spreading out his hand, he looked at it and read: "My name is Zhang Jian. He should have died 20 years ago. The cause of death was pulmonary edema. I didn't expect to practice sorcery, use other people's souls to increase my life by 20 years, and use other people's flesh and blood to rejuvenate my youth." Tell me about your sin, but Mr. Goudi will remember it for you much better."

Erhei thought, and clicked his tongue twice.

Qu Mo stared at the bamboo scroll in his hand with complicated eyes.Bai Wangchuan explained to him directly: "This thing is the book of life and death, which can record everything about you during your lifetime. But if ordinary people read it, it's just a bamboo scroll with nothing written on it."

As he spoke, Qu Mo nodded his head half-understood.

Erhei's send-off is still going on.

Bai Wangchuan suddenly thought of something, turned to Qu Mo and asked, "By the way, how did you know that those were hallucinations?"

He was quite curious about this matter. After all, even he didn't see the hallucination. It's incredible that an ordinary person like Qu Mo could see it.

But Qu Mo also had doubts on his face.He scratched his head, thought for a while, and told them the scene that he didn't know was a dream or a fantasy.

After finishing speaking, Qu Mo looked expectantly at Bai Wangchuan, hoping that he could explain it to him.

But he never expected that after he finished speaking, Bai Wangchuan was silent for a while, but turned to Erhei and asked, "What does his hallucination mean? Could it be that I was a ferryman with you before?"

"Since thousands of years ago, Dabai and I have been the only ones on the ferry. It's just because you guys ate too much dinner earlier that the hallucinations were delayed."

Erhei collected the last ray of soul, then turned around and responded slowly.

Qu Mo hasn't figured it out yet: "But he still calls me Xianjun..."

"Then this only shows that you are shameless," Erhei said, "it's not easy to think of yourself as noble in your hallucinations."