Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

Things like Wuzizhu should not appear here. Anything related to gods and ghosts should not appear in the lower realm. This is the rule.

But no matter what kind of rules, there are always times when they are loose. In places where supervision is not strict, there will always be people who take advantage of the loopholes. As long as they are not excessive, the supervisors will always turn a blind eye.

Its source is no longer traceable, but the person who cast the curse has gradually become clear.

It is the black dragon, or the subordinates of the black dragon.

It is determined to pay attention to let them enter the mountain.

Guan Yi looked at Ding Mu who was lying on the bed, thinking about the possibility of going into the mountain alone to kill the black dragon and then come out.

He is now a mortal, and the possibility of killing the black dragon and surviving is almost zero. Judging from the "before" experience, he enters the mountain now, and the moment he kills it, he should also perish with it.

Moreover, he doesn't know the route to the interior of Yinshan Mountain. Unless he goes into the mountain to find Ding Shen and let him take him in, it is very easy to be caught by the wind wolf in the mist or something else before he sees the black dragon. Gnaw clean.

Yinshan has never been a good place, from the very beginning.

This is forcing them into the mountains.

He sighed.

Let's put this matter on hold for now, it's not the right time yet.

The problem is, he doesn't know when the time is right.

Or, he might know.

When Ding Mu woke up, it was afternoon, and he didn't sleep for a long time. After all, it wasn't the time to go into the mountains, so he was more energetic.

When he woke up, he felt that his spirit was much better than before. He smiled, thinking that his physical training had worked.

Accompanied by this full of energy, there is a kind of induction in the dark.

It appeared in the unknown and imprinted in his heart, giving him an inexplicable sense of traction.

This feeling comes from a certain direction, but when he wanted to feel it carefully, he couldn't feel it at all. Only when he slowly let it go, he could gradually feel it.

He got out of bed, opened the door and went out.

There was no one downstairs, only faint voices came from the study.

He didn't interrupt Guan Yi's conversation, but just sent him a message with his mobile phone: "I'm awake."

He walked down the stairs, saw the black handprint on his right hand, subconsciously recalled the pain that almost tore his soul, and shivered.

For the first time in his life, Ding Mu knew that pain has colors.

It was a kind of black pain that covered the sky and the sun. The pain was excessive, and the severe pain was concretized into long black needles, piercing towards his head, torso, limbs, and every part of his body. Into every pore, fine and dense, ruthless and deep, drilled into the flesh along the cracks of the bones, stirred, and pierced.

until he passed out.

It felt so horrible that whenever he saw the fingerprints on his hand, he would recall that bad memory.

This thing is lying firmly on his hand now, and he doesn't feel anything, but at that time, it made him miserable.

The door of the study room opened, and Guan Yi strode out from inside. When he saw Ding Mu, he couldn't help showing a little smile on his face.

"Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?" he asked.

Ding Mu shook his head and said, "It's okay, I feel like I've slept through it now, and I'm very refreshed."

"That's fine." Guan Yi nodded.

"That Yang...Yang Zhixi, how is he?" Ding Mu asked, "As soon as he appeared and talked about something, my hands started to hurt. I suspect it was not an accident. If I can figure out his details, I should be able to find him. Get my dad."

It's really not an accident, Guan Yi thought to himself.

"Brother Ding! Do you know that I discovered something!" Chang Lefu's eyes widened, as if he had discovered a major secret.

"What's the matter?" Ding Mu asked.

"That Yang Zhixi looks like an old man in his eighties? After I asked, I found out that he is only 54. Guess how he looks like this?" Chang Lefu frowned. , the two eyeballs rolled around, looking at the whole body full of cleverness.

"He is..." Ding Mu thought about the motive of this person for letting those people into the mountain. Judging from now, this person must have let Ding Shen go. Although this did not meet his purpose at the time, Ding Shen's state at that time It is indeed free.In this way, Yang Zhixi must have got what he wanted at that time.

longevity fruit.

Judging from this person's ultimate pursuit of longevity, he should have used other spells and other things that may allow him to live forever. Will that thing conflict with the fruit?no one knows.

"Is it because of the fruit?" he asked.

"It looks like it." Chang Lefu said, "After eating the fruit, he gets older and healthier."

But he guaranteed his own life.

"He won't die no matter what, no matter what fatal injury, he can't die." Chang Lefu said, "I have tested many times, every time he receives a fatal injury, he will grow older, but he can't die .”

Is this kind of immortality really what they are after?

Ding Mu was stunned, and glanced at the back of his hand.

The ghost handprint on it is black and shiny, like a unique tattoo.

The author says:

How can there be such a good thing, I still want to not die and not grow old