Drug Man Poison [Rebirth]

There is no light in the world, and everything is silent.

The sand wind became more and more violent, tearing at Wu Yanfu's robe. He stood for a long time holding the young man like a stone sculpture, but suddenly remembered something, immediately jumped on his horse, and rushed towards a certain direction like a madman.

At this time, the martial arts conference in the Dragon Gate Building had not yet ended. Since Wu Yanfu left, the Gu people of Fulu had dominated the arena, undefeated in repeated battles, and everyone was dissatisfied. The shaman and old witch of the Mandala Sect came out and barely stabilized the situation, but it has been three days without a decision.

When the battle between the two was in full swing, a white-haired masked man suddenly broke in from the gate, holding a girl in a wedding robe in his arms, jumped onto the ring, knocked the Gu man off the stage with a single palm, and everyone Shocked, he grabbed the shaman old witch and flew to the dome hanging above the Buddha statue.

The shaman old witch was caught off guard and had his acupuncture points tapped. He couldn't move, but after going through the storm, there was no surprise on his face. He looked at the uninvited guest in front of him who was holding a happy girl in his arms, and said lightly: "You are from the Yueyin lobby. Lord Tiansu? What do you want to do by breaking in so suddenly and arresting the old man?"

The man replied in a low voice: "The junior is not Tian Su, but the junior is Wu Yanfu."

The old shaman was slightly stunned, and then calmed down: "No wonder... No wonder, in this way, everything makes sense. Presumably the witch leader was able to use the dead body to revive the body of the medicine man because of the curse of mutual fate."

Mi Lansheng jumped up to the hanging pavilion, happened to hear the conversation between the two, and couldn't help being stunned on the spot.

"Brother Wu...is it really you?"

Wu Yanfu turned a deaf ear and didn't answer, turned around, embraced the person in his arms, knelt down stiffly towards him, stared straight at Mi Lansheng's face with a pair of bloodshot narrow eyes, startled him Jump.

"Brother Wu, what are you doing?" Mi Lansheng looked down and caught a glimpse of the veil on the face of the person in his arms lifted, revealing half of a beautiful and pale face, her heart stopped beating suddenly .

——This little evildoer is actually dead?

"That is……"

"That's right, it's Tan'er." Wu Yanfu's voice was so hoarse that it didn't sound like a human voice, "Brother Sheng, you might think of it as a brother's kindness, and donate the half human bone rosary to brother to save his life? "

"The human bone rosary..." Mi Lansheng squeezed out a few words with difficulty, "Already..."

"The day before yesterday when he asked the old man and the sect master for the human bone rosary, he was as eager as you. The old man thought he was afraid of death and wanted to save himself, but unexpectedly, he took it to save others. Come on, you disciple The human bone rosary that my son took away was only half... the other half, wasn't the witch leader took it away earlier?"

Wu Yanfu was stunned suddenly.

That half... that half...

He has already been fed to Siyou by himself.

Wu Yanfu's eyes were about to burst, his eyes turned black, his heart was full of remorse, his lips trembled violently, he opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood, and the image of that day when the young man angrily came to snatch the rosary beads appeared in front of his eyes. Vigorous, with sharp teeth and sharp claws, the pain in the chest is unbearable for a while, like a thousand arrows piercing through the heart——

It was him himself who personally destroyed what might be the last chance of rescuing Bai Tan.

"Your disciple already knew that his fate was approaching, but he didn't save himself. Thinking about it, he thought about it and let go of his evil obsession. Why is the witch leader still so persistent and refuses to give up?"

Wu Yanfu turned a deaf ear, stood up, and said like a demon: "Fu Lu...Fu Lu must still be..."

The old shaman witch sighed: "Master Wu, don't waste your time in vain. Don't say that Fu Lu has no human bone rosary in his hand, even if he can spit out the human bone rosary, it will not help. You are a disciple. A person who died and came back to life has a gap in his soul, and now he dies again, his soul is shattered, and his soul is gone. Don't say that you are willing to raise a medicine man to continue his life with the curse of common life, even if you break into Huangquan Biluo, you will not be saved. I won't go back to him."

This sentence was like five thunderbolts, Wu Yanfu stood still and said to himself: "Can't we save him?"

"I can't save it... How is it possible! How is it possible! Nonsense!"

"Nonsense!" He stroked the boy's cold face with trembling hands, "There must be a way to save you in the world... There must be a way to save you in the world...Elder, you are very knowledgeable, don't you know there is a way?" Can you bring him back from the dead?"

The old shaman shook his head resolutely: "Resurrecting the dead is an act against the sky. You went against the sky once in the past, and now you lose it again. It is destiny. It is God's will. You should let it go."

"It's God's will? It's God's will?" Wu Yanfu murmured a few times to himself, and suddenly laughed wildly. The laughter pierced through the heaven and earth, and it was deafening, and immediately made the ears of all the people present ringing, "This seat is not afraid of the Buddha. God, I want to go against the sky! Everyone here wants him to die, and if they curse him to die, he will really die... I want everyone here to be buried with him, unless there is one person who can tell him to save him way!"

After all, he jumped down from the dome, hugged the young man in one hand, and swung the sun with the other. The saber was like a strong wind destroying the forest, or a snowstorm hitting the mountain. With one slash, the heads of dozens of Buddhist monks were chopped off. Flesh and blood flew all over the place; another knife cut a group of disciples from that day's river sect to pieces, screaming again and again; the third knife chopped off several members of the Yueyin Palace's disciples, and they flew together, making them inhuman; the fourth knife, The fifth knife, the sixth knife...

In the blink of an eye, the Longmen Building was filled with a sea of ​​corpses and blood, with wreckage everywhere.

Even Fu Lu was shocked by this sudden turn of events, knowing that this person must be possessed by a madman, and even his Gu master couldn't resist, he didn't dare to fight, so he quickly summoned the Gu master, and left quietly .

Wu Yanfu was killed until the sky was dark, his whole body was covered with blood, and he carried the boy into the ring from a sea of ​​blood: "Tan'er, these people hate you, I will help you kill them all, are you happy or not?"

"If you're happy, why don't you just smile at me?"

He spoke so earnestly, hoping that the person in his arms could hear him.

But the boy still didn't say a word, only the veil fluttered slightly in the wind, as if he really smiled.

Wu Yanfu touched the young man's cheek, and black blood oozes from his fingertips: "In fact, my teacher has already thought about it, the day you become the overlord of the martial arts is the day of our great joy... Look, what my teacher said to do it."

"Master Witch... Hand over Tan'er to my concubine. His soul should return to his homeland. Don't create another killing karma for him."

Wu Yanfu raised his eyelids, and saw an old woman staggering to the front of the ring with a cane, her eyes filled with tears.

"If we Rao people like someone and are betrayed by that person, we are doomed to die of illness. Rao Gu's illness is very painful. This child values ​​affection and lives a torment. Don't let him die and live in peace. "

Wu Yanfu was already burned internally, and hearing such a sentence, he was even more confused——

So...it turns out that he had single-handedly created his Tan'er's current ending back then.

"Go away, go away, I won't hand over Tan'er to anyone!" He roared, and raised Pori and wanted to slash at Yu'er, but was barely blocked by a walking stick flying in the air.

The shaman old witch landed on the ring, seeing the former high-spirited martial arts overlord in front of him like a wild beast, he felt very sorry, took out a lamp carved from human hand bones from his waist, blew, and the lamp immediately lit up. A faint ray of flame.How could Wu Yanfu not recognize what it was, and his spirit lifted, his eyes glowed with ecstasy: "Tan'er's soul has not dissipated yet. Elder, can you recall his soul?"

The shaman old witch saw that he had gone mad and was on the verge of madness, so he dared to say that Bai Tan had only a sliver of soul left, and his hope was slim, so he sighed: "I can't do anything, but I know that there is someone who may be able to help. He is the old man. The previous shaman was an expert. If the shaman can get there before your apprentice’s soul is exhausted, if the old man is still alive..."

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Wu Yanfu asked, "Where is the other person?"

"He lived in seclusion at the source of the Yarkant River in the northern range of the Kunlun Mountains. However, the last time I saw him there was 17 years ago... He only came out of the underground tomb every 17 years. It depends on the will of God. Master Wu, God's will is unpredictable, so don't be too persistent."

"Thank you...the elder for fulfilling you." Wu Yanfu took the soul lamp with one hand, and jumped off the ring with Bai Tan in his arms.

"Witch leader, when the soul lamp goes out, it is the moment when the soul is gone, you should know."

Wu Yanfu looked at the dying flames on the soul lamp, his pupils narrowed, and the blood in his eyes became thicker. He galloped out of Hidden Dragon City and rushed into the wind and sand, chasing the last twilight that was about to disappear in the sky, along the long road. The endless Tarim River runs all the way towards the Kunlun Mountains.

It was dusk and the wind was blustery.

The figures of the two men, like a solitary boat on the vast sea, were lost in the vast sand sea in an instant, only the light from the soul lamp flickered in the gradually thickening night.

Wu Yanfu didn't know how long he had traveled, but he only knew that the sky was dark and bright, bright and dark, from day to night, from dawn to dusk, and Kunlun Mountain was still far away in the sky, untouchable, no matter how much he rode Hurry up, the distance on this road does not seem to be shortened, but the soul lamp in his hand is getting weaker and weaker.

"Tan'er, you wait to be a teacher, you wait to be a teacher for a while. As a teacher... I want to take you back to Xiye."

Wu Yanfu kept talking to the boy in his arms, but the flame on the soul lamp still got smaller little by little.

He didn't dare to look at the lamp anymore, he just rushed forward, time seemed to slow down, and the surrounding became extremely quiet, he could only hear his own heartbeat, one by one, so fast, like the sound of funeral drums.

The exhausted horse neighed and fell to the sand like a collapsing mountain.

Wu Yanfu fell off the horse, he instinctively protected the young man in his arms, turned over and rolled into the sand, the soul lamp almost slipped out of his hand, and he grabbed it tightly again.

The bean-like flame struggled a few times in his eyes, and finally went out.

Wu Yanfu stared intently at the wick until he saw a thin strand of green smoke rising into the air and dissipating in the wind, then he clearly realized that this soul lamp would never light up again.

He held the soul lamp stiffly in his hands, put the boy's body on his back, stood up and continued walking.

"Tan'er...why don't you wait a little longer to become a teacher? Do you want to leave and become a teacher like this?"

"As a teacher... I won't let you go like this."

"I still have a lot of things I want to tell you as a teacher. I also want to take you back to Xiye to enjoy the rich food and clothing. I also want to take you to the south of Saibei to see the scenery. I also want to... drink another cup of epiphyllum wine that you brewed by yourself. Can't wake up."

Wu Yanfu murmured, looking up at the cloud-shrouded Kunlun Mountains in front of him, he finally lost his strength.

He had traveled so far, but in the end it was... a farewell for thousands of miles.

Wu Yanfu fell to his knees on the ground, and the mask on his face fell off with a "clang". At the same time, a few drops of blood-colored transparent liquid continued to drip from his eyes onto the sand.

"Tan'er, don't you want to let you go like this for a teacher."

Putting the soul lamp into the clothes room, he slowly crawled forward with the young man on his back, like a desperate beast.

"Master..." Suddenly, a voice called softly.

Wu Yanfu raised his eyelids to follow the prestige, and saw the figure of Bai Tan standing not far away, wearing a snow-white shirt, with a flower of epiphyllum on his head, smiled shyly at him, turned around and ran away.

"Tan'er, wait... wait to be your teacher, okay?"