cold!

I woke up from a coma and before I opened my eyes, I felt a biting chill, as if I was sleeping naked in the snow and ice.

But when I opened my eyes, I knew that this was just my own illusion.

The place where I am lying now is a typical Nanyang house. The thatched ceiling is simple and low, surrounded by walls of rammed earth, the windows are small and the light is dim, and there are pots and pans in the corner of the house. In addition, it is empty and looks very shabby.

I tried to turn over, but my stiff body failed me. It was just that from a feeling, I guess the straw was supposed to be under my body.

"Zhao, you're awake!"

A surprise sound came from next to it.

Although my body seemed to be frozen and unable to move, fortunately, my neck was not completely paralyzed. When I turned my head hard, I saw Baoshu kneeling on the other side of me. The wound on my shoulder had been bandaged and my face was full of surprise.

"You are not a pretty lady, and I am not your gay friend. As for the disgusting expressions?"

I whispered in my heart and wanted to speak a few words, but as soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my vocal cords were as painful as they were torn. I could only barely ask in a low voice, "What's wrong with me?"

"The treasure tree does not know the importance of the yang, but it actually teaches you the yang technique. It is a body of all leakage. No matter whether the yin energy or yang energy cannot be stored, but you are different. You are already entangled by Bai Ling's yin energy. The yang technique consumes a lot of essence, blood and yang. These yin energy will take advantage of the situation and completely entrench your body..."

A clear voice sounded from the door, but after savoring it, he felt that there was a "hissing" sound behind each word. It sounded like an invisible snake in his ear, spitting a letter and licking your face, a little chilling.

I looked in the sound and saw a tall figure walking into the halo at the door.

In an instant, this figure overlapped with the outline of the savior I saw before I was unconscious.

"You are Baoshu's brother, Master Nagarjuna?" I immediately understood his identity.

"It's me." Nagarjuna walked into the house.

I finally saw him clearly and then took a breath of cold air.

He was dressed as a monk, wearing the most common monk robe with half-body robe in Nanyang.

What's strange is that his whole body looks like he was divided into two halves with completely different styles from the middle line:

On the left is a handsome young monk with a face as jade as his crown and a ivory yellow skin shines with a luster, like a Buddha statue walking down from the altar;

But the right half of the body seemed to be burned by fire, charred and cracked, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

Just by looking carefully, you will feel that the cracked lines seem to contain mystery, and strands form thin scales, just like half a human-shaped giant snake that is molting. It seems that there is something inhuman, nurturing under this skin and may break out of the shell at any time.

I don't know how he became such a virtuous person, but this strange look directly shocked me.

I opened my mouth and thought for a long time before I squeezed out a hoarse politeness: "I admire you for a long time, and I admire you for a long time, Baoshu often mentions you!"

Unfortunately, my behavior of being close to you was completely a charming look on the blind man. Nagarjuna didn't understand at all, or did not care about secular etiquette, and said straight to the point: "You saved the treasure tree, I owe you a cause and effect, and I will help you get rid of the ghosts on your body, and I will do this."

Hey, is that direct?

Nagarjuna's style makes me uncomfortable when I get used to adults talking around the bush.

I looked at Baoshu in surprise, and he smiled bitterly and squeezed at me, probably trying to tell me that his brother usually has such a simple and rough style.

"Then I'll ask you everything, thank you."

I feel at ease knowing that Nagarjuna has such a personality and is not targeted by me alone.

Just so happens that I feel uncomfortable, and my throat feels like I am being punished every time I speak. Wouldn't it be better to be able to say a few less words?

"I said, this is just cause and effect, how can I thank you? Wait for a moment."

Nagarjuna corrected me in a stern manner, then turned around and walked out, probably preparing to remove the ghostly things on me.

After he went out, Baoshu felt relieved and continued to talk to me: "This time we are so lucky. My brother rushed over at the last moment. Otherwise, we would have to explain, but you kid really dared to fight. If I had known that you were so desperate, I wouldn't have taught you the Yang technique."

"It's okay, won't you survive?"

I recalled the incident of beating paper wedding dresses in the rain forest, and I felt a little scared, but I still pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled.

"I should have nothing to do, but you..." Baoshu sighed, "I hope the devil's ritual will go well later!"

"Will there be any more surprises?" I was a little surprised.

His unconfident tone is completely different from what he said about Nagarjuna and his honor when he talked about it!

"I only found out from my brother after I came back. Behind the group of people who tied us, there was a black witch monk named Heigusha. This man was very capable and vicious, and he would retaliate. We ran out this time and killed a few of his subordinates. Even for the sake of silence, he would have a high chance of causing trouble for us. Such people were scheming and could not be guarded..."

"Sweet rain is cold!"

If it weren't for the discomfort, I would have cursed myself long ago. Even these three words would be enough to express my indignation.

You tied me up and wanted to gaze my big waist. I won't let you go. How could you still take revenge on me? Are you still talking about the principles of nature? Is there any more kingly law?

"Where is your brother? What did he say?" I sighed and asked.

I am now paraplegic at a high level. It is difficult to take care of myself and I can’t escape. I can only pin my hopes on this only backer.

I am not the only one who tied me up. Can you ignore your brother’s loss if he suffers such a big loss?

"My brother's roots are in Buddhism, and he is not involved in cause and effect. If I am still tied up, he will save me, but we ran out and killed two people who tied us. In his opinion, there is nothing to be investigated for this matter. He will not take the initiative to cause trouble for Heigusha. At most, when he wants to touch us, he will protect us. I don't care, but you... are afraid that when my brother eliminates hundreds of ghosts for you, Heigusha will make trouble in secret!" Baoshu said.

What a weird temper...

I was speechless by Nagarjuna's strange style of dealing with people. How afraid of trouble?

However, now that I am under the low eaves, I still point at him to help my life. Naturally, there is no room for comment, so I can only respond in a muffled voice: "I understand."

Baoshu seemed to be very guilty and asked carefully: "Do you have any other requests? At worst, I will give my face and beg my brother, he will agree..."

I shook my head and said, "Forget it, no need, when will the ritual of elimination start? Just finish it quickly, I will try my best to cooperate with him."

Now I just want to get rid of this nightmare and go home.

No matter what shit he is, as long as I return to China, can he still chase me and destroy me?
Chapter completed!