The devil has brought his family's Heavenly Tribulation down again

Lu Yang naturally wouldn't care about his own blood.Although his health is not very good now, most of them are due to psychological reasons rather than external injuries.

So he "swipe" took out a small knife, and cut off the main artery of his wrist expressionlessly.

Ning Nineteen couldn't stop it in time, seeing the gurgling blood wet the whole paper in an instant, his eyes almost popped out: "It's a lot, but there's no need for so many! Don't you have suicidal tendencies?"

"Yeah, did you know?"

Lu Yang smiled lightly, handed the paper to Ning Nineteen, and hummed with a pale face: "Recalling the years, the mandarin ducks bathed in the waves, and now I am alone in the clouds. Make new clothes again, I hope you will take a look, I miss you I don't want to be immortal..."

"A concubine?" Ning Nineteen felt that this person had already been possessed, and would actually imitate a resentful woman to sing a sad little song under such circumstances, "Sijun?"

In the end, something that surprised him even more happened: the hideous torn wound on Lu Yang's wrist suddenly disappeared without a trace. If the blood on his arm was not still dripping down, Ning Nineteen would have thought he was My eyes were dazzled just now.

He grabbed Lu Yang's arm, feeling that the saying "seeing is believing" was a little unreliable, so he simply touched it.

Lu Yang's skin was very delicate and slightly cold, one degree lower than normal people's body temperature.Ning Nineteen wiped away the sticky blood, squeezed Lu Yang's wrist, and clearly felt the undamaged, extremely normal muscles and pulse, and said in surprise, "Okay?"

"En." Lu Yang didn't want to say more, and shook his wrist to see that there was no serious problem, so he took away the bloody paper from Ning Shijiu's hand, frowned and looked at it carefully.

Ning Nineteen was unwilling to let him go, and asked: "Your surname Lu, you haven't practiced spells yet, have you? Do you want to attribute this terrifying self-healing ability to mortal martial arts?"

Lu Yang shook his head, and said: "No, this is my innate ability as a monster, not magic, nor martial arts." He paused, and said in an unquestionable tone, "It has something to do with my life experience, let's just say it is First question."

The 3 taels suddenly slipped out of his hands, Ning Jiu jumped to express his dissatisfaction, and repeatedly asked Lu Yang to answer more carefully.

Lu Yang ignored him, shook the paper in his hand, first widened his eyes in surprise, then laughed dumbly and said, "So it's like this... Well, very good, very good!"

Ning Jiu suppressed his anger, and said in his heart: "Hearing your tone of killing people, it's obviously not good at all."

He was about to take the paper to have a look, but Lu Yang tore it to shreds first.Of course, he could use spells to piece the paper back together, but since Laomo Lu didn't want him to see it, he suppressed his thirst for knowledge, withdrew his hand, and asked humbly, "What's the clue?"

Seeing that he didn't lose his temper, Lu Yang glanced at him in surprise, smiled, walked out quickly, and said as he walked: "The clue is two words. The rest of the paper was stained red with blood, only those few Dao strokes are snow-white, very recognizable."

"What word?"

"Hua Tan."

"Hua Tan?"

Ning Jiu chewed these two words more than a dozen times, but he didn't know what the meaning was, so he was very satisfied with his good temper just now.

If he had directly repaired the paper just now, at most he would have seen the so-called "Hua Tan" word, not only would he be confused, but would also make Lu Yang unhappy, and in the end eight out of ten he would not know anything; He followed Lu Yang's will, didn't care about the torn paper, and asked Lu Yang himself directly. He would most likely not only get the original information, but also enjoy the free explanation from Lu Yang. To share the goodwill of the other party, why not do it?

Sure enough, Lu Yang saw that he rarely lowered his posture, so he couldn't hide himself as a villain, and explained seriously: "Drawing the epiphyllum means drawing the epiphyllum. Drawing means remembering; the flowering period of the epiphyllum is very short, referring to the moment. , so the meaning of painting Tan is - to remember the moment."

Ning Nineteen nodded silently, knowing that he hadn't finished speaking.

"And in the history of the real world, there is a spell—no, it's a kind of prohibition, it's called Huatan." Lu Yang continued, "The real world has been around for millions of years, and a powerful person like Tianjun Daoist can't do it all his life. It takes tens of thousands of years, and even the most common and short-lived mortals have a lifespan of 50 years. If human life is like a short-lived epiphyllum, and the period of blooming is an instant, then the so-called "painting the epiphyllum" is to select people's For a moment, then freeze."

Ning Nineteen nodded again: "The tens of thousands of people in the Lu family have been hit by Huatan?"

"The epiphyllum blossoms and blooms. If the prohibition of Huatan is really activated, how many members of the Lu family will survive?" Lu Yang denied his conjecture and said, "The dead Lu family is also very important to me. It's just a pile of dead bones. I can't revive them, so I can only seek revenge from the murderer. If the person who left the handwriting wants to fight me desperately, why should he choose such a complicated and maddening prohibition? He rushed directly in front of me. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a gauntlet? Come to think of it, he definitely doesn’t want to fight me to the death. Holding my Achilles’ heel and not wanting me to die, all he can do is…”

"can only be?"

"What else? Of course it's threatening me."

As soon as these words came out of his mouth, Lu Yang suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't help but staggered.

When he stood firm again, Ning Jiu was no longer beside him.

"My God?" Lu Yang frowned after checking himself, and called out, "Da Ning! Nineteen!"

When he shouted it, he realized that it sounded like he was shouting "Da Ning Nineteen", so he said, "Big ghost!"

So he didn't call anymore—because he didn't know what to call Ning Nineteen, and the nickname was still undecided. Is it really called Ning Nineteen? ——and chose to find it directly.

If you can't find people from the Lu family, can't you also find you?

That's what he thought in his heart, and he didn't take Ning Jiu's disappearance very much to heart, so he found it perfunctory.

That person is not as indispensable in his heart as the Lu family and Yuntang, even if he really disappears, he will have his own way of headache, and has little to do with him, Lu Yang.

As a result, when he jumped back to his father's study room, he immediately froze at the door.

The waste paper in the room that he had thrown all over the floor was spread out on the desk again. Lu Che in casual clothes stood beside the desk, pressing the paper with one hand and holding the pen in the other. It is a granite statue carved out by a big axe, full of awe-inspiring atmosphere.

"Father!" Surprised and delighted, Lu Yang hastily paid a half-respect, and asked, "I'm really worried about the battle situation, so I came back with Master to take a look, you——where did you go just now?" ?”

Lu Che turned a deaf ear and continued to stare at the empty space with cold eyes, pretending that the son at the door did not exist.

Lu Yang called again, seeing that Lu Che was still maintaining the posture he had just entered, his heart sank, and he suddenly understood: "Huatan! This is Huatan!"

He took two steps forward and gently tugged at Lu Che's sleeve.As expected, his hand went straight through Lu Che's clothes and arm, and went straight into a pile of papers.

Everything is an illusion.

No, it is a memory of the scene at a certain time before this time.

Lu Yang took a deep look at Lu Che for the last time, turned around and ran out of the house, quickly rushing into one empty door after another.

Lu Ling was gnawing on the rose cake boredly in her small room, Lu Yang tremblingly wanted to hug her, but he only hugged a ball of air.

Several junior officers were sitting together playing cards, one of them seemed to have got a good card, he was grinning from ear to ear, but he didn't make a sound.

The gatekeeper was squatting beside his old dog, seeming to be chattering about something, Lu Yang looked at the teacup on the table, the tea in the cup was steaming, obviously it had just boiled.

The barracks were a little far away, Lu Yang smiled wryly, shook his head, and didn't expend any extra effort.

"An hour ago." Lu Yang ran back to Lu Che's study again, searched for the waste paper with the word "Huatan" hidden, and murmured, "This is an hour ago."

The time of tens of thousands of people is frozen at this moment, forming a so-called "Epiphyllum" similar to a three-dimensional scroll.Some mighty master of restraint remembered this moment and took the flower away.

Those people are not dead, but they are no longer alive - they are in the gap between life and death.

If the person who has imposed the restriction is willing to release the restriction, then there is nothing more than a blank space in their life with no memory, and they can continue to live well; and if the person who started it wants to directly destroy this "Epiphyllum", then these No one whose time is frozen can survive.

Now, the man let go of the scroll to Lu Yang and invited him to come in and enjoy it at will, as if he was not so eager to kill the tens of thousands of people in his hands.

Just like Lu Yang's own analysis, only his people have the possibility to live, and those who do it have the weight to threaten Lu Yang, so that Lu Yang will bow down and surrender in order to realize that possibility, willing to be driven.

Killing someone would only irritate him thoroughly.The desperate big devil Lu can do anything, but if he can't beat his opponent, he might not hesitate to play a single trick and die together.

"I'm afraid of going crazy, but I'm not that afraid of me." Lu Yang thought coldly, "This guy must know my achievements in the next 5000 years, otherwise, what's so scary about a mortal general?"

He thought about it for a second, and overturned this guess by himself: "No, in such a big real world, I know every great prophet, and I have never seen anyone who can predict things after 5000 years. If it is someone from the previous life I was sent back to the present with me, there is a possibility, but I lost all my skills, but he is fine? I don’t believe it.”

So the conclusion is likely to be another: "He is not afraid of my future of being obsessed and bloodthirsty, but he knows my past and what kind of monster I am, so he doesn't want to tear his face with me, right? And now I It is still sealed, which strengthens his courage and makes him dare to threaten me! This grandson!"