What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

Song is a spirit. Looking left and right, it is a cemetery. Where are the manors and beauties?

"Huang Heyu?"

He called out.

Pfft.

The paper house under the stone tablet burned, and many paper figures inside swayed in the firelight, with numbers one to forty-nine written on them.

He had seen the paper figures among them, and now they all turned into ashes with a strange smile.

"I still haven't seen the overall situation. This woman has deep magic power."

Song Shi was silent. He once thought he had seen through it all, but in fact, it was just a glimpse of the leopard.

At this time, a soft and charming voice came out: "Young master, don't panic. This is something made by a paper cutter and burned for the dead. During this period, we also used the Yin Qi of the cemetery to cover up our aura and stay here temporarily. Now the kindness has been repaid." , has left here."

"..."

Song Shi was speechless: "Are you the voice left behind, or are you talking in real time?"

"This is real time. Is there anything you want to say to He Yu?"

Huang Heyu smiled.

"Did you sleep with me?"

Song Shi asked awkwardly.

"Young master, if you think so, then you can."

Huang Heyu's voice sounded a bit like he was joking.

Song Shi's face twitched: "Where do you live? I have to sleep with you."

"Hehe, have you mastered the taste of marrow? Unfortunately, Huang Liang Yimeng's Divine Ability consumes a lot of mana. He Yu can't do it often. Master, you should work hard on your own."

Huang Heyu's voice gradually weakened, and it was obvious that if the origami was burned, he would no longer be able to speak.

"Huang Liang Yimeng really has this kind of Divine Ability, which is interesting."

Song Shi touched his chin and became interested.

"Yes, Huang Liang has a dream. A dream can kill people, and a dream can awaken people. In the dream, he can understand the truth of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, Heyu's cultivation is shallow, and the power of the Divine Ability he displays is limited. However, the young master obtained it in his dream. There are many benefits, which shows that the qualifications are excellent.”

Huang Heyu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he said: "The power of origami is about to be exhausted, young master, I will see you again later."

Song Shi became interested upon hearing this: "Wait a minute, who is this origami craftsman? One day I will go learn and cut myself a paper figurine wife."

"It was cut by Grandma Cat, the paper-cutting person, but this thing is not clean. The young master is walking on the Yangguan Road, so it's better not to touch it..."

Huang Heyu's voice stopped abruptly before he could even finish his last words.

Song Shi watched the paper-cut turn into ashes, feeling a little sad: "What this means is that I am taking the Yangguan Road, and you are crossing the single-plank bridge. Are the two parties destined to be destined to each other?"

His mood fluctuated a bit. It wasn't that he fell in love with the other person, but that he thought this monster he met for the first time was very unique and wanted to make friends.

Well, he doesn't have too many such friends.

call!

A gust of wind blew by, and the warm ashes rolled up with the breeze, as if they were nostalgic for each other.

Song Shi looked at the stone tablet, which had the words Huang Zhongyu engraved on it.

There is also a line of beautiful small characters next to it: A gentleman is like jade, harmonious but different.

Huang Heyu's human name should be based on this sentence.

Perhaps on that night when the fan was thundering, this sentence was among the things the scholar read.

He saw some grass growing on the grave, which was still green under the autumn wind.

"It should have been a while since he died. If you put it this way, the plague here occurred much earlier than in Splendid City."

His face twitched.

Good guy, this must be because I slept with him while sweeping his grave?

"It's too shameful. I can't tell anyone else about this."

Song Shi turned around and walked out of the cemetery, looking at the sleeping refugees.

There was some relaxation on their faces. Although the autumn wind was a bit cold, it seemed that because of the relatively high protein content of insects, these people's faces were a little more rosy.

He also understood why Huang Heyu wanted to feed these people bugs. This was a cemetery with a hammer of food.

"Although bugs are a bit disgusting, this monster is kinder to people than most people. For example, I don't have such a kind heart."

Song Shi muttered, looking at the sallow-looking refugee, he touched the storage bag, took out a few pieces of silver, and crushed it a few times.

Now that he is a monk, worldly things have become less and less valuable to him.

He planned to give these people a small amount of money each so that they would not cause any trouble.

When he wanted to give money, he counted the number of people, his pupils shrank, and he found that the number of these people was wrong.

Although he didn't count deliberately at the beginning, the general number was still clear. There should be more than a hundred people. Why are there only about eighty people at this moment?

"left?"

Song Shi looked at the dim sky, her thoughts spread, and then turned into a phantom and landed at the entrance of the valley.

Skinny corpses were lying in the grass, some with white bones exposed, and they had been dead for some time. .

After counting, there were exactly twenty-one.

He caught a glimpse of one of them missing a tooth, it was the guy he had spoken to.

"What the hell!"

Song Shi cursed and left. Halfway there, he threw back a handful of broken silver.

Under the influence of his thoughts, these pieces of silver fell into each person's arms.

After doing this, he stood on a tree and disappeared in a burst of afterimages.

At this moment, his cultivation level has reached the normal Qi Refining perfection, and he can perform the phantom step at a terrifying speed. One step is more than ten meters, and he can cover a long distance in just a few breaths.

Moreover, he can walk on leaves and walk on many trees, more gracefully than the so-called martial arts masters.

In terms of Martial Artist, Song Shi can be said to be very good and can be regarded as a qualified fighter.

But in terms of the methods of cultivating immortals, he is not yet a mature mage.

Although he benefited from meeting Huang Heyu this time, it also highlighted his poor skills in dealing with immortal cultivators.

"There's nothing to learn. Just practice sword control. If you can't win, you can run away faster."

While walking on the phantom step, Song Shi learned the art of Qingfeng sword control.

The principle of sword control is to use real power to communicate with flying swords, and use the power of flying swords to kill enemies or fly. It can be regarded as a method that uses foreign objects.

He took out an ordinary flying sword he got when he touched the corpse.

This thing is only one foot long and belongs to the lowest level Law Weapon. It cannot grow in size, but it is still no problem to step on it and fly.

Injecting real power, the flying sword trembled, the runes on it lit up, and it trembled and levitated on its own.

"It's amazing. Isn't this the equivalent of a drone in the technological world?"

Song Shi made a secret and used his spiritual thoughts to control the flying sword, which swayed and flew around him.

His mental power far exceeded the Qi Refining stage, so it was easy to control the flying sword. It didn't take long for the flying sword to fly around him flexibly.

"You should be able to set foot on it."

Pointing to his feet, Song Shi no longer touched the leaves on the opposite side, but stepped on the flying sword, stepped on it, staggered and planted it under the tree.

"Hold on!"

Song Shi made a secret with both hands, and wisps of real power surged from his body into Feijian, acting as energy, and at the same time condensed with Feijian into a whole.

He controlled the direction precisely with his thoughts and finally stayed in the air.

"Walk!"

He shouted lowly, and the flying sword shined brightly, leading him to shoot into the sky.

"Wow, I can finally fly..."

Just when Song Shi was happy, a distraction caused the flying sword to lose control and fall directly, breaking a tree with a bang.