After death with the master

Having said that, Zhou He still let go of Ning Sui's hand, and lightly patted his shoulder to signal him to go.

Ning Sui followed the housekeeper a few steps forward, then stopped and looked back at him, Zhou He stood still and slightly bent his eyes at him, then raised his hand and waved.

It was a hand hanging down with the palm facing inward, the fingers closed into a fist and opened outward, similar to a gesture of repelling.

But Ning Sui knew that it meant to let him go with peace of mind.

The first time he went down the mountain alone to eliminate demons, someone whispered too many dangers in the world to him, which made him a little irritable and didn't want to go down the mountain alone.

So Zhou He waved helplessly at him while talking to his senior brother, Ning Sui's senior uncle.

In fact, this is a very casual and perfunctory action.

But Ning Sui could feel a trace of peace of mind that he shouldn't have in this movement.

So Ning Sui turned and left expressionlessly.

Widow Chen who was left behind couldn't help asking Zhou He: "Brother He, how long have you known Brother Ning?"

Zhou He said "No".

He always draws out his tone when he says "Oh", or it will take a while, but Chen Widow has no patience. Before he can say a shocking number, Chen Widow can't wait to ask: "Is he like this before? Can you?" Not eating for more than half a month, maybe not talking for more than half a month... often sitting by the window by the window in a daze for several days."

Zhou He raised his eyebrows, and pinched his brows with a headache: "Why is it like this again?"

He sighed and put down his hand: "But it's normal."

Chen Widow couldn't figure out what he meant for a while: "Brother He...don't you care?"

Hearing his words, Zhou He's gaze finally turned to him from the corridor where Ning Sui had been leaving.

He looked Chen Widow up and down, which made Chen Widow's heart tremble, and he saw his approving eyes, and lightly raised his lips and said, "It doesn't matter."

Chen Widow didn't think too much, just continued to complain: "I even suspect that Brother Ning has drunk that bowl of bean curd in the past six months. Look at how thin he has become."

Zhou He nodded: "You have a good relationship with him?"

Chen Widow's intuition was wrong: "No, no, no, it's a partner who makes money, but I can't just look at my partner... Cough, after all, I want to make money. It's not like Brother He, you and Brother Ning, I think Brother Ning treats you absolutely It is unique and special!"

Zhou He nodded again very usefully: "Continue."

Widow Chen: "Brother Ning used to not let us touch a piece of his clothes. When we met him for the first time, I felt that his thread lifting was special. After I touched it, Brother Ning handed it over with a knife-like look in his eyes, but he didn't like it. You are different! I think you two are a perfect match! How can you be like a brother like me who ran out of the wild way? Brother He, your friendship with Brother Ning must be longer than the sky and wider than the earth!"

Ning Sui didn't know that his master, who had a good reputation in the world of mystic masters and was famous even among the wise monsters, was oppressing his partner.

He also didn't know what kind of emotions that master, who everyone said was good-tempered and good-natured, showed when he was not around.

He just couldn't figure it out.

Wugui, that is, Zhou He, was the last disciple accepted by the Patriarch, and the only disciple who inherited all the abilities of the Patriarch.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is better than blue.

He is also the longest-lived mysterious master in the world today.

Almost every younger generation regards him as a god.

This kind of admiration is different from what teachers they admire, want to listen to their lectures, and want to fight side by side with them.

Their emotion towards homelessness is the kind that dare not take a closer look, dare not look more, and even Ning Sui has heard a saying——

"If someone like the Taoist priest of no return stands in front of me, I feel that I'm offended, and I can dig out my eyeballs."

However, such a person is now dead like him, and after death, he is resurrected as an evil thing.

Ning Sui couldn't understand.

He had heard people say that many great monsters were in awe of Zhou He, and he had seen Zhou He make a move.

So he really couldn't imagine what he looked like when he died, and how he died.

He especially couldn't imagine that Zhou He would become an evil thing.

Ning Sui looked down at his hands.

He opened his spiritual eyes, so he could see the black energy wrapped around his hands. This is the evil spirit that disgusts him, and it is also the thing that can keep him standing here and going on.

How could he become something like him.

Ning Sui didn't mention it to anyone. Before he went to bed, he had fantasized about attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal in this world, and the only thing that could come true was that his master had no return.

but……

Ning Sui frowned coldly.

After living for more than half a year, there is still nothing that can make him think about one thing all the time, but when he meets him, his brain and heart after he finally died are fully functioning.

He can't restrain himself from thinking more about him, no matter what; he can't restrain himself from guessing more about him, whether he wants to say it or not.

He knew he shouldn't have such thoughts.

But when he saw Zhou He again, he had an incredible idea——

Both of them are already dead in the eyes of the world, so is it okay to...

"Son."

The butler's voice interrupted Ning Sui's thoughts, and he bowed to signal: "Please."

Ning Sui collected all his thoughts and stepped in without closing the Lingyan.

Before he saw anyone, he heard a soft and mellow female voice from behind the screen: "But I invited Mr. Cai into the house yesterday to warm you up, are you unhappy? I left the table early today. I told you that I am an actor after all. , I can’t slap these regular customers in the face. Which one of them doesn’t know that I’m a showman or not, and they’re just talking to me.”

I saw that girl Yusu took off her make-up, but still walked out slowly in a costume: "You are so easy to eat, so I won't even be able to see my fifth uncle and the class leader in the future? I'm afraid I will only be able to see you in the future." To be the gold wire in your cage... ah!"

Before she could finish speaking, she was stopped by the pain.

Because he threw away the string in Ning Sui's hand. Although there was only one string, this one firmly penetrated Miss Yusu's shoulder and nailed Miss Yusu to the wall.

Ning Sui half-closed his eyes and looked coldly at the black air all over her body and the resentment intertwined with the black air——

He had seen this scene not long ago.

Originated from Zhou He.

It's just that Yusu's body is different.

Zhou He couldn't see Zhou He's people at all, he could only see the black energy and resentment, but the black energy and resentment in Yusu's body were all around Yusu.

But it doesn't matter if it's different.

Anyway, based on Ning Sui's experience, killing Yusu is equivalent to killing Mei, and this illusion is over.

Although he didn't know why he looked at Yusu in the first place, there was only a faint blackness on Yusu's body, but seeing her now is completely different.

Ning Sui didn't care at all.

"Ning, Mr. Ning..." Yu Su said weakly: "What are you doing?"

She clutched her wound, her fingers touched Ning Sui's lifting thread, her complexion was pale, and the blood from the wound couldn't stop flowing.

But Ning Sui could see two scenes.

Behind this pitiful scene are Yusu's empty eyes and his pierced shoulder without a drop of blood flowing down.

These two scenes flashed and alternated from time to time, but Ning Sui didn't raise his eyelids, and threw out a few lifting wires again without hesitation.

At the same time, his other threads also flew towards the wooden furniture beside him, intending to cut some pieces of wood out to make puppets.

However, the scene in front of him was slightly distorted.

Then Yu Su disappeared in front of him, even the wooden furniture were all missing.

Ning Sui was unmoved, and with a twist of his wrist, he was about to cut the door.

However, the scene around him changed again, and he was abruptly sent back to Zhou He, and the thread in his hand went straight towards Zhou He.

Zhou He, who was brainwashing Chen Widow, tilted his head slightly, and raised his hand before Ning Sui took the lead.

He grabbed Ning Sui's thread casually, and Ning Sui also withdrew his spiritual power and looked at him expressionlessly.

Widow Chen: "? Brother Ning, why did you come out suddenly?"

Ning Sui ignored him and only took his hand away, but Zhou He didn't let go.

He knew how sharp his thread was, so he didn't dare to use force, but let Zhou He draw it up for him with lowered eyes, and he followed suit.

Zhou He: "Good luck, I threw the thread at me twice today."

That's what he said, but with a smile in his tone: "You want to kill your master so much?"

Ning Sui walked up to him and stood still, Zhou He put the ball of thread in his palm.

Ning Sui tightened his hands, then lowered his eyes and pulled out the threads to wrap them around his hands at will.

Zhou He moved his lips while watching, but he still didn't say it again.

This was the normal state of Ning Sui and Zhou He, so neither of them felt anything wrong.

But Widow Chen on the side went crazy again.

From the perspective of a third party, Cai Ning Sui's action of walking towards Zhou He just now was really... so obedient.

So good that Chen Widow was stupid for a while before realizing what Zhou He said just now: "...Killing the teacher?"

He looked at Zhou He in a daze: "Brother He, are you...?"

Zhou He turned his head to look at him: "Well, didn't I tell you?"

He said calmly, "I am his master."

Ning Sui didn't refute, nor did he have any other reactions.

Chen Widow subconsciously looked at Zhou He's hand.

Zhou He's hands are also very beautiful, big and slender, with clear and strong joints, the kind that make people feel at ease just by looking at them.

"But you don't have a line."

Zhou He said casually, "Because I am not majoring in occult arts."

Chen Widow's gaze at Zhou He became complicated in an instant.

He hadn't understood before that Ning Sui could swing the thread so well, he could control both the strength and the distance so well, and he could even open his spiritual eyes - so why couldn't he be a puppet?

At first, he wondered if Ning Sui didn't have much talent in making puppets, and thought that one day Ning Sui would come to learn talisman art, and talisman art would have to throw talisman paper anyway.

But now Chen Zhi understood.

Why can't Ning Sui make puppets?

Because his master didn't major in occult art.

It was his master who delayed him!

The two of them didn't notice what Chen Widow was thinking, Zhou He only asked Ning Sui: "You fought with it, and it drove you out?"