I'm being watched by a sword

Chapter 158 Unshackled?

A "roll" character, the character is positive and round.

It contained a strong breath of magic energy, which directly stunned Huang Zhibo.

As the second generation of trade union rights, Huang Zhibo was the first to be stunned by the word "roll".

Well, it's not a false faint, but a real faint.

Lu Shan sat up straight and straightened Huang Zhibo's face.

Then slightly raised his right hand, and slapped Huang Zhibo's face with a slap.

That face, which was still quite upright, immediately swelled up, as swollen as a pig's head.

"what!"

With a scream, Huang Zhibo fell from his chair to the ground, as if he woke up from a nightmare.

Feeling some pain on the left side of his face, he touched it with his backhand and found that his face was severely swollen. Huang Zhibo raised his head and looked at Lu Shan who was slowly standing up with aggrieved eyes.

The taller and taller figure in his eyes was even more equated with the devil at this time.

Glancing at the second generation whose face was swollen from the beating, Lu Shan smiled lightly and said, "Tell your father, if you want to make a deal, go do it with my master. I'm not in the mood or interested."

Before the words finished, Lu Shan opened the door and went out.

Huang Zhibo hurriedly got up and followed, he didn't even have time to take care of his swollen left cheek.

After chasing out the door, looking left and right, Huang Zhibo couldn't see Lu Shan anywhere.

He ran down the sixth floor and walked out of the small building, but he couldn't see Lu Shan's shadow, as if Lu Shan had disappeared out of thin air.

…………

A few days later, at the south of the fish pond, Liu Dalong was concentrating on fishing.

Lu Shan walked over, sat on the short pier beside him, and asked with a smile, "You're sure you can catch it?"

Liu Dalong is no Jiang Taigong, his hook is bent.

But Lu Shan still couldn't figure it out: Your fishhook is not put into the water, it hangs in the air, you want the fish to jump high and hang on your hook?

Liu Dalong just smiled and didn't talk to him.

After a while, he still didn't see any fish hooked, so he said slowly:

"Your ninth brother lost a duel with someone and almost died. You didn't go to see it? Why did you come here to watch me go fishing? You scared all my fish away!"

Taking out a Qiang Hongguoguo and chewing on it, Lu Shan said vaguely:
"I want to see it, but he won't let me! What else can I say, how can a man's body wither so easily!"

Looking at the fishhook hanging in the air again, Lu Shan continued: "Do you think he is sick, the kind that is dying! If that's the case, hey, I'm Brother Ninth!"

Liu Dalong was about to speak, but when he heard a hoarse voice from behind, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

"What did you say?"

Taking the short pier as the axis, Lu Shan turned around on the spot, and saw a handsome face that was so fair that it was sickly.

It was Bai Zitang who came over.

"Ninth senior brother, do you need a big tonic? I have some here, one million one, how about it?"

Lu Shan took out a small white pill for healing, put it in the palm of his hand, and stretched it out in front of Bai Zitang, with a youthful smile on his face.

Glancing at the small pill in Lu Shan's hand, Bai Zitang sneered: "I've already taken the advanced recovery potion, so I don't need any big tonic from you!"

Lu Shan smiled and said, "Don't forget it!"

Taking back the little white pill and standing up, Lu Shan added another sentence: "The effect is really good, Senior Brother Ninth, don't you really want to try it?"

Bai Zitang laughed and scolded sullenly: "Get out, I have something to tell Director Liu!"

Lu Shan shrugged his shoulders, and secretly smiled in his heart: A man of yours was severely injured, and he didn't forget to dress up when he went out. You really belong to him.

Along the road beside the fish pond, Lu Shan walked to a small seven-story building, and saw a certain second generation squatting at the door with a few dog legs.

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Refugee shelter, inside a shack.

A little girl was lying on a simple but warmly furnished wooden bed, black lines like chains appeared on her smooth back.

And a little crack appeared somewhere in the middle of the lines, as if it would crack at any moment.

Sitting beside the bed was a beautiful woman, with long brown hair and slightly curly shawl, sapphire-like eyes looking forward, and an oval face that was quite handsome.

But her face was full of worry, and she stared at the little girl's back without blinking.

Next to the beautiful woman stood a tall middle-aged man, his rough palm patted the beautiful woman's shoulder.

The beautiful woman turned to look at the tall man, and asked anxiously: "Can that lord be trusted? He once treated our ghosts like slaves for nearly a hundred years. It was a nightmare that made all the ghosts terrified! "

"..."

The middle-aged man was silent for a long time, stroked the back of the beautiful woman, and a slightly hoarse magnetic voice sounded slowly: "He has not yet awakened, and his hatred for aliens has not yet been aroused."

After a short pause, the man continued: "And even after he was awakened, he didn't do much harm to the childhood ghost. Otherwise, how could you and I have survived back then!"

Hearing the man talking about the past, the beautiful woman's eyes flickered with horror, then she nodded, and started to stare at the little girl on the bed again, with gentleness and love in her worried eyes.

The middle-aged man raised his head slightly, looked at the dark and low roof, and the fragmented scene he had witnessed in his childhood appeared in his mind.

"Want to live?"

A soft and clear voice like thunder rang in the ears of the middle-aged man, causing his back to tighten and his sturdy body trembling slightly.

After taking a few deep breaths and getting rid of the images and negative emotions in his mind, the man focused his eyes on the little girl, staring at a certain crack-like pattern on her back.

The beautiful woman looked back at the man, her eyes became more and more worried. Although she tried her best to hide her inner emotions, the strength of her fingers grasping the quilt had already exposed her fear.

Suddenly, the little girl on the bed groaned and woke up leisurely.

Immediately, a look of pain appeared on her beautiful fair face, but she gritted her teeth and did not cry out.

The beautiful woman looked tense, gently and slowly helped the little girl turn around, and asked, "Honey, are you awake?"

"Mommy! Daddy?"

Looking at her parents in surprise, the little girl wondered, "This is me?"

After finishing speaking, she remembered that she went to find the savior a few days ago, and was slapped on the back of the heart by him, and then she fell into a coma and lost consciousness.

However, during her coma, she had a long, long dream.

In the dream, she saw a smiling faceless man.

She didn't understand, she had no face, but she could feel the man smiling.

The smiling faceless man, holding a swarthy sword, was slaughtering tens of thousands of ghosts.

Every time the sword is struck, hundreds of ghosts will fall down, and their souls will fly away like clouds in the sky.

The little girl thought about it, and burst into tears.

The beautiful woman and the middle-aged man comforted the little girl in a panic, but they didn't notice that the chain-like black lines on her fair back suddenly split open.

At the moment when the shackles on the little girl's back opened a gap, she was buried in the bottom of the sea, where the corpse was buried long ago, a scarlet light shot out, exuding ancient power.

(End of this chapter)