The severe pain of bone separation was not worth the impact the brain received at this moment.

The First Poison Master.

The fortune teller!

Two god-level bosses with completely different abilities are actually the same person?!

Still such a young girl.

"Forgot, you can't speak now." Ying Zijin still held his chin, and closed it again with a snap.

She looked indifferent from beginning to end, without any mercy.

"You're clearly... you're clearly less than twenty!" The magician's face turned pale and he was in great pain. He screamed, "How is that possible? Impossible! You should be at least several hundred years old!"

He was the first poison master in the 16th century.

How could the First Poison Master be so young?

But these poisons proved that Ying Zijin was the number one poison master.

"You sages are so special that you can be reincarnated continuously. It's not surprising that there are other supernatural things." Ying Zijin fed the third pill and looked the magician up and down. "The endurance of sages is indeed very high."

powerful."

The magician is not as calm as he appears.

He felt as if his body was being bitten by thousands of insects, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

He had never experienced this kind of pain.

The magician felt only utter despair, and his nerves collapsed: "Sir, please spare my life..."

"What's this pain?" Ying Zijin stabbed another golden needle into his head and said calmly, "It's not as good as me and him, and it's not as good as those people you harmed."

Little by little, several seven-inch-long golden needles were all inserted into the magician's acupuncture points.

These golden needles instantly amplified the pain in the body a hundred times.

The magician couldn't bear it at all, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

His muscles were shaking and he was sweating profusely.

He could feel that his life was passing away.

A sage with absolute power can actually be killed?

"Ah——! Why!" the magician let out a hysterical roar, "Why can't I beat you even though I turned on the reverse position? Why? Why is this?!"

"I'm not willing to give in! I won't-"

The sound stopped at this moment.

The magician breathed his last breath, stared, and fell heavily.

Don't die with peace of mind.

Fu Yun's deep eyes narrowed: "Are you out of breath?"

As we all know, wise men cannot be killed.

Unless you take advantage of the sage's death in response to the disaster and hunt down the reincarnation of the sage again and again.

"Yes, he's dead." Ying Zijin was also slightly confused, and she pondered, "Maybe the poison I made was far beyond what he could bear."

Her medical and poisonous skills were learned in her previous life in the world of spiritual cultivation.

Any kind of pharmaceutical and acupuncture methods do not exist here.

"It's a good thing." Fu Yun leaned back on the chair and lazily raised his hand, "I finally killed the first sage. My girlfriend is more powerful. I will rely on you from now on."

"He just said the word 'reversed'." Ying Zijin raised his head, "I have an inference."

"Me too." Fu Yun smiled deeply, "Let's talk about it."

"The twenty-two Major Arcana cards of the Tarot represent the twenty-two sages." Ying Zijin said slowly, "Each card has its upright and reversed positions."

"For example, the devil's upright position represents degradation, but its reverse position represents progress."

"Correspondingly, sages also have upright and reverse positions." Fu Yun's peach blossom eyes deepened and he chuckled, "The magician has turned on the reverse position, so he can make poison, and the tower and the Hanged Man have turned on the reverse position.

, the force has reached a new level."

"Yeah." Ying Zijin nodded, "I think it is this 'reverse' power that also affects their nature."

Both Xiu and Qin Lingyu said so.

A long time ago, every sage was running around, resisting various disasters and protecting the world.

I don’t know when something started to change.

"It seems that that gentleman has found a way to make the sage activate the reverse position." Fu Yun said calmly, "Ta and Zhou Yan are both fighting sages, so naturally they cannot refuse to gain stronger strength, and maybe there is something deeper.

Reasons for the hierarchy.”

"I think so too." Ying Zijin said thoughtfully, "Do you think Shaluo has turned on the reverse position?"

"She?" Fu Yun said quietly, "She just stayed at the peak of power for a long time and has changed. No one is a saint."

"I don't care what happens to her." Ying Zijin held his chin and raised his eyebrows, "Sir, you can't lose your honor."

The shining morning star, the son of glory.

Fu Yun was deeply startled. After a while, he smiled lazily: "Since my girlfriend has spoken, she won't lose it."

He finished collecting the magician's body, left the room, and went downstairs.

In the living room, Shao Yun was pinned down by Jiang Ran in front of the mahjong table and was playing cards with Ling Mianxi at a loss.

Seeing Fu Yun come down, he wiped his sweat and stood up immediately: "Xiao Qi, you..."

"Are you going out of the city?" Fu Yunshen picked up his coat and put it on his shoulders, "Let's go, I'll give you a ride, but I have to go to Shanghai first."

Shao Yun was stunned. He swallowed back all the questions he wanted to ask and followed the man silently.

All the way to the city gate, there was no obstruction.

Never before has a trip out of the city been so smooth, and Shao Yun was even a little dazed.

He opened his hand and looked down at the engraved words in his palm.

is a name.

Fu Liuying.

He thought that if his memory was erased, he would definitely forget everything he had with Fu Liuying.

But he can't forget her.

If he loses his memory, he can still remind him that this is the person he loves most.

On the way to Shanghai, Fu Yunshen didn't say anything.

The plane arrived at its destination soon, and Fu Yunshen went directly to the cemetery.

Yu Shaoyun knew that Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu were buried here.

Fu Yunshen bought some sacrifices and turned around: "Don't go in, they won't want to see you."

Shao Yun smiled bitterly: "I know."

And he has never been able to apologize once in his life.

But what's the use of apologizing?

This person has passed away.

The cemetery is cleaned every day, and there are two willow trees next to it.

It was December, and the willow leaves were already turning slightly yellow.

"Grandpa, grandma." Fu Yunshen slowly knelt down, poured a glass of wine gently in front of the tomb, and smiled, "I'm here to see you."

No one answered, only two photos of smiling faces.

"Don't worry, I have never let down your hopes, nor have I let hatred flood my eyes." He said, "I am taking revenge and I am walking the road."

He took out the box containing the magician's ashes and said, "This is one of our enemies, killed by your grandson's wife. As you wish, I kidnapped her."

"The rest come one by one. I, Fu Yunshen, will do what I say."

On the tombstone, Mr. Fu looked at him quietly, still smiling, as if to say——

Grandpa heard it.

Fu Yunshen knelt for a while longer and then stood up.

He raised his hand to catch a fallen leaf, and the ground he stepped on was still the land where Mr. Fu and Fu Liuying stood.

What they were looking at was the sky they had once looked up to.

This was their way of telling him that they had never left.

Fu Yun walked out of the cemetery and nodded to the man with a sullen back: "Let's go."
To be continued...