Metaphysics boss dressed as a green tea widow

Leaving the boiler room, he raised his breath and ran towards the direction of the ancient tomb. After a while, he saw some lights lit up in the darkness.

When Ning Sishao approached, he saw that several protective fences around the ancient tomb had collapsed on the ground, and all the lights in the simple room inside that were supposed to be on were all extinguished.

The entire camp was quiet, almost dead silent, but a faint roar not far away seemed particularly ear-piercing.

Standing outside the camp and observed carefully, Ning Sishao saw that there were no casualties, so he ignored it, but crossed the camp and lightly chased the roar away.

Climbing up to the top of the low hill, under the moonlight, the lake behind the hill was sparkling with water, Ning Sishao closed his eyes and felt carefully, and noticed two turbid breaths sinking below the lake.When he was about to go down, there was a thunderclap, and the originally calm lake surface suddenly churned, and black shadows emerged from the water surface, and soon covered the entire lake.

With a talisman clasped in his hand, Ning Sishao quietly watched the battle in the middle of the lake without making a move.

The black shadows on the lake surface quickly rushed towards the center of the lake, and then submerged into the lake water as if caught in a whirlpool, but just touched the water surface, they were like snow meeting magma, and disappeared without a trace after making a small sharp sound up.

When the black shadow on the lake completely disappeared, Ning Sishao wiped out the two shadows in the lake.

There was a piece of dead wood floating in the middle of the lake, a tall figure in a white gown stood quietly on the dead wood, his long hair fell down, covering his face, Ning Sishao's chin was cut when viewed from a distance.

On the opposite side of him, there was a mass of black shadows that kept tumbling, and things kept coming out of the black shadows, and they were dragged back. Through the moonlight, Ning Sishao could clearly see that the people's faces that came out Painful look.

After only one glance at the black mist, Ning Sishao turned his gaze to the person standing on the dead tree. He frowned, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his complexion gradually sank.

It was him, with the aura of Mu Nanxing on him for some reason.

The figure in the lake moved, the man raised his hand, and the wide sleeve slipped slightly from his wrist, revealing his knuckle hand, a talisman shot out from his palm, and fell into the black mist, and then the black mist was like boiled water. It trembled violently like boiling water, and finally exploded completely with a terrifying scream.

Countless black mist rushed out again, but they couldn't escape within three meters of the man's body, and finally all dissipated in the air.

The driftwood under his feet slowly moved towards the shore, and the man turned around, only for Ning Sishao to see clearly that his long hair was black on the right and white on the left, half of it was loose, and the white hair on the left was tied back.

The robe on his body is also half black and half white, which is exactly the opposite of his hair color, the right side is white and the left side is black.

The strange hair color and clothes are not as good as the half mask on his face.

The black mask pattern is extremely ferocious, and it looks extremely strange when it covers his face.

Ning Sishao looked at the mask, her eyes darkened, and she was holding the talisman paper with her fingers ready to go.

However, when the driftwood approached the shore, the man staggered slowly when he stepped on the shore? 韩@各@投@迷晚 fell to the ground.

The chaotic atmosphere dissipated, and the vague familiarity reappeared. Ning Sishao walked down and stood in front of the man. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and finally sighed softly, bent over and helped him up.

Bringing him back to the small courtyard where he was temporarily staying, Ning Sishao stood by the bed and looked at him, but in the end he didn't reach out to remove the mask.

He walked out of the room, looked at the gradually brightening sky, took out his mobile phone and called Mu Nanxing.

The bell rang and was picked up, Mu Nanxing's slightly sleepy voice came over: "Brother Ning?"

"Not up yet?" Ning Sishao chuckled lightly.

"No, I'll get up right away. I'm going to study in the morning. When will Brother Ning come back?"

Ning Sishao squinted her eyes and looked at the room behind her for a while, with a smile still in her voice: "I'm done with the matter, I'll go back today."

Mu Nanxing sighed lightly, a little disappointed: "But I can't pick you up."

"Just study hard. I'll find time to see you when I go back."

Mu Nanxing obediently responded, and Ning Sishao gave some more instructions before hanging up the phone.

There was movement in the room, and a man wearing a mask soon walked out holding the door frame.

The part of his face that was not covered by the mask showed a weak paleness, Ning Sishao raised his chin: "Since you are awake, let's go."

The man nodded slightly, and thanked him with a clear voice: "Thank you."

Ning Sishao ignored him and just looked at his mask quietly.

Just when the courtyard was a bit too quiet, there was a little noise outside, and then the courtyard door was knocked, and someone asked softly outside: "Excuse me, is there anyone at home?"

The man said, "He's here to pick me up."

Ning Sishao opened the courtyard door.

There were four people standing outside the yard, an old man with white beard and hair, and three young people in their 20s.The old Taoist first cupped his hands and thanked Ning Sishao, and when he saw the man walking into the courtyard through him, his tense expression softened a little.

"Sir, we're here to pick you up."

The man nodded slightly, walked to Ning Sishao, took off a string of beads from his wrist and handed it to his hand: "Liang Cangshan Mausoleum tour, thank you fellow Taoist for saving me."

The four people outside the door, especially the old Taoist, trembled a few times when they saw his movements. Ning Sishao caught a glimpse of their expressions from the corner of his eye, took the string of wooden beads with a smile, and immediately noticed that, This is a very rare magic weapon.

Even for him, this magic weapon is extraordinary.

Only then did Ning Sishao stare at the man in a daze, seeing his calm gaze, she also accepted it.

After seeing off a few people, Ning Sishao called Lu Qingwen and asked him to arrange the return trip.

"Master, is the matter settled now?" Lu Qingwen asked in surprise.

Ning Xingruan looked at the excavation site of the ancient tomb, which was already under normal construction, and chuckled lightly: "It's solved, but I didn't do it."

Lu Qingwen followed his gaze, then carefully lowered his voice and asked, "Could it be that someone else was killed and another master was invited?"

Ning Sishao said: "Maybe."

But looking at the man's appearance, it doesn't look like he was invited over.

Seeing a rough road?

That was Lu Qingwen's luck.