Inscription of Different Cases

A high-pitched bird song came, it was still that colorful strange bird, but it was dozens of times bigger than the ones I had seen before.Han Lang raised his head in astonishment, and saw that the cloudy sky was instantly covered by bird wings, and Shen Minggui was standing alone in the whirling wind, his white clothes fluttering, with an unfathomable smile on his lips: "Brother Han, Be more careful."

The strange bird spread its wings overwhelmingly in the air, just like the legendary giant roc.After a long and shrill cry, thousands of feathers fell down like arrows.Han Lang subconsciously wanted to wave his sword to resist, but when he touched his waist, he realized that "Feng Buyan" was not by his side at all.At this time, he had already missed the good opportunity, the feathers comparable to sharp blades instantly tore open his clothes, his cheeks and arms were cut, if Shen Minggui hadn't held back, he might have died in this terrifying attack.

"Brother Han, don't forget, this is a fighting method," the other party said with a smile, still calm and calm, "Don't use martial arts."

The strange bird neighed again, and its wings swung back several times. The irresistible air wave caused Han Lang to cover his face with his arms, his legs bent, but he still retreated uncontrollably.The strong wind made him squint his eyes, and he vaguely saw the wings of the strange bird spread to the maximum, and the feathers stood up like needlepoints, pointing directly at his direction.The next moment was another round of arrow rain, Han Lang was forced to roll to the ground in a panic, he was blown staggered and fell over, his back hit the wall beside him heavily, his whole body trembled, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Daoist Shen! Click as far as you can!"

Biao Shu hurriedly shouted, and rushed forward to stop him, but Shen Minggui stopped him: "Don't worry, let's see what Brother Han will do first."

Han Lang's fingertips trembled, he grabbed the talisman paper, and directly wiped the blood in his hand.Shen Minggui, who was in the distance, saw it and admired it: "It's very clever, it's more effective than cinnabar."

Han Lang practiced his kung fu again and muttered the mantra in his mouth.He formed a pantuo seal, the ground in front of him split open suddenly, and a barrier made of mud stood up, blocking him tightly.Biao Shu couldn't help showing an expression of admiration, even Shen Minggui raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of one hand, he directly threw a talisman onto the strange bird's back.

"Let me see how good you are!"

The talisman disappeared, the strange bird neighed loudly, and the whole body turned yellow like a flame.It swooped down, and its giant claws instantly tore through the dirt wall that Han Lang had finally summoned.Shen Minggui laughed loudly, deliberately provoked him and said: "Is this all you have? With the skills of a three-legged cat, how can you save that surnamed He?"

All it takes is the word "Congratulations", and it's like a fuse, burning Han Lang's internal organs like a heart-breaking pain.Seeing that the sharp bird's beak was less than half an inch away from him, Han Lang had no choice but to learn only a few spells. Facing the barren mountains, Shen Minggui still had no strength to fight back.

Is it really over?

His chest was sore and bitter, and he, who was always proud, was easily crushed down his spine time and time again.The resentment of Xu Shigu's case being played by Shen Minggui, and the hard work he has endured afterward, he finally connected with He Yijiu, but the other party was robbed by the barren mountains, and he chased him all the way, but he was helpless and desperate...

Is he really going to be slaughtered like an ant like this?

--no.

How could he give up here!

Bitterness, grievance, resentment, remorse, all emotions piled up in my chest, almost like bursting pain.He had to figure it out, figure it out!Was all the previous efforts in vain?No, no, he had discovered how the female ghost on the eve of Zhongyuan was defeated by him?

It should be... it should be--

Throwing away the talisman and pushing away the magic weapon, Han Lang stood up, stretched out his right hand, and gently pressed against the beak of the strange bird.By the way, that's it, these things are his stumbling blocks, be it books or mantras, no need, he doesn't need anything.

Just follow your nature, follow your most primitive...desires!

"Here we come!" Shen Minggui yelled violently, before he could say the next sentence, the Ghost Rider he summoned suddenly struggled violently.A cloud of black mist rose into the sky in an instant like a waterfall flowing backwards. Han Lang held the strange bird's beak tightly, and the huge monster couldn't move in his hands. Its wings waved vigorously, but it still couldn't get out of the grip.

Black mist continuously emerged from Han Lang's body, bringing a terrifying chill.His face was ashen, and his teeth were clenched tightly. He didn't know where this force came from, but he felt a piece of hot iron was placed in his chest and abdomen, burning out all his senses.His eyes were red, his eardrums were buzzing, and he kept hearing a man's panicky cry, and a woman's dying cry.

Who is that?

He didn't know, didn't know at all, but he felt as if a piece was missing in his heart.The strange bird summoned by Shen Minggui was still struggling in front of his eyes, he crushed it almost effortlessly, the huge figure collapsed in front of him, his eyes were confused, he didn't know where he was.

The dense black mist was still permeating, and gradually solidified behind him, turning into wings with feathers.He walked crookedly, half of his body was covered by mist, gradually revealing his white bones, and his loose black hair fluctuated in the wind, like a burning black flame.

"It's done! It's really done!" The cousin was overjoyed, almost incoherent with excitement, "Oh my God! It's really possible!"

"Quickly subdue him!" Shen Minggui shouted, the expression on his face was no longer calm, "Be careful not to let the outside be noticed!"

Their whole bodies were tense, and their expressions were alert, as if Han Lang was a ferocious beast that had escaped from a cage, and could hurt someone's life at any time.However, they were overthinking. Just defeating the strange bird had exhausted all of Han Lang's strength. After he stumbled forward for a few steps, he knelt down as if exhausted.

The black mist dissipated in an instant, and he returned to his original appearance again.The fighting between the two was over, and everything around them returned to calm again. The leaves blown by the strong wind were no longer there, the shattered court furniture was no longer there, and the crack that Han Lang knocked into was no longer there.It seemed that the scene just now was just a scene that happened in another world, like a mirage, everything was just an illusion.

Han Lang was out of breath, staring at his hands, as if he still didn't quite understand what he did: "Just now... what was that?"

"Sure enough," my cousin came forward and patted his shoulders reassuringly, "It's as expected."

"What do you mean? Why do I not use a medium, but can inspire power? Could it be that I..."

The cousin seemed to understand what he was going to say, and sighed: "Your blood has awakened."

"Mine? The blood of the Han family?"

"No," my cousin shook his head sadly, "it's the... blood of the falcon."

A day later, Han Lang still couldn't believe what he heard.

"Impossible!" He argued with his cousin several times with a livid face, "I am my father's son, and my mother is just an ordinary Jianghu person. They raised me and have nothing to do with that falcon bird!"

Uncle just sighed: "The fact is complicated. Your father didn't deliberately hide you and your mother for so long. I explained it to you yesterday. You should calm down and think about it."

Han Lang's face turns green and white, and he closes the door and doesn't care about anyone.He went back to his bedroom and saw no one.The servants still stood guard at his door, just thinking that he lost his temper again, so they simply didn't bother him.

Only my cousin had been here, and seeing that he still refused to accept, he asked a few words of persuasion, but he choked back angrily.Now that my uncle is gone, he is the only one left in the house.It was a very hot day, but he felt cold all over, and there was still the sour plum soup that Wang Er carefully brought to him on the table, but he didn't touch it at all.I don't know how long it took before he patted his face hard and forcibly calmed down.

How is this possible?he thinks.How could there be such absurd things in the world? !

The cousin said that he, Han Lang, was actually a person who died once, or something close to a person.Decades ago, the Han family conspired to kill Falcon's wife and children, causing Falcon to misunderstand that Han Lang's father did it. He went mad on the spot and vowed to take revenge.

Han Lang knew all these things, but what he didn't know, Falcon Bird thought of a way to fight an eye with an eye, so that Han Lang's father could personally experience the pain he had tasted.He went crazy, he injured Han Lang's parents, kidnapped Han Lang who was young at that time, and hid him.

"Because you and his son have similar birth dates, so he wants to use your... corpse to revive his son," my cousin spoke slowly and in a tired voice, "Your parents are in a hurry and can't find it anywhere. To you. I was also there at that time, the three of us searched separately, and the first person I found was me."

Speaking of this, the uncle's lips trembled, and his voice trembled a little: "I... I don't know what kind of sorcery that falcon bird used to drag the soul that died not long ago back to the world, and forcefully stuff it into your body. Middle. The falcon has already exhausted his lifespan by doing this against the heavens. By the time I arrived, he had already used his last mana to curse the blood of the Han family, and then died violently in front of me."

"Your father arrived one step behind me. At that time, you were out of breath and your body was cold, but it didn't take long for you to breathe again, and you became exactly the same as when you were alive. Your father and I were at a loss, who of us I don't even know who you are, the original you, the child of the falcon bird, or a lonely ghost from who knows where. Then your mother also came, she didn't know what happened, holding the lost and found You wept bitterly. At that time, your father made a decision: to hide this incident, and to continue to raise you as the rest of your life."

"Don't blame your father. He was afraid that your mother wouldn't be able to accept the fact that you were dead. I think he wouldn't be able to accept it either, so he decided to deceive himself. Only he and I knew about this. At first, he was worried. I was worried that you would be taken away by the ghost guards, and I was also worried that you would have inhuman traits. But many years have passed, and you have grown from a baby who can't even speak to a five-year-old child. Everything is normal, and we even think that the falcon The bird spell has failed."

"Your father was injured by a falcon bird. He never recovered well and passed away early. Later your mother also left. I visited you several times. Until your grandfather ordered me not to come again, I had to give you some Money, you also know about this. I didn’t tell anyone else about you, until now, when the situation was urgent, I told Daoist Shen. The curse of the Han family is getting worse, and I thought, if there is the blood of the falcon bird, Maybe we can find a way to lift the curse. That's why I teamed up with Shen Daochang to give it a try..."

"The situation just now proved my guess. The soul in your body is indeed... It is indeed the child of that falcon..."

"bump!"

Han Lang slapped the table with his palm, the porcelain bowl on it shook violently, and a lot of sour plum soup spilled out.Uncle's words lingered in his ears, making him confused, as if he had fallen into a bottomless swamp, and all his struggles were in vain.The sunlight outside the window was dazzlingly white, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, he covered his face in distress, curled up in front of the table, like a desperate animal.

The truth was too absurd and terrifying. He felt that the world he had accepted calmly had collapsed and turned into dust.His father is not his father, nor his mother. He doesn't even know who he is. In a trance, he feels that he is a superfluous person. His existence is a self-deceiving hoax.

How ridiculous, the real Han Lang died a long time ago, he is not Han Lang, but lives as Han Lang.Thinking about it this way, how many clues emerged.How can an orphan attract so many lonely souls and wild ghosts, but with strong spiritual power?No, he is simply a living dead!

Before Shen Minggui broke his body with talisman water, he suddenly became hot and passed out.Also, that time when he met a errand, and the other party said that Han Lang was born here secretly, he still couldn't figure it out, so it turned out to be such a thing.Also, he can't use mortal magic tools, mortal talismans, because he is restrained by those things.Why?Because the power in his body is not the spiritual power obtained from practice, but the yin energy of a real monster.

He, Han Lang, lived for 25 years, only now did he realize that he is not a human being, but a wandering monster!It's just -- ridiculous!

At this moment, he really laughed out loud.Holding his face, holding the wall, he was stuffed in his throat first, and then he couldn't help it anymore.He laughed so hard that he couldn't even straighten his waist, his eyes were covered with fog, maybe someone would burst into tears when he was smiling, he was so confused that no one knew.

What can I do, how can my life go on?Everything he experienced before was like a joke, no, his past 25 years were really a joke.

He wiped his eyes, his laughter stopped, but he couldn't cry either.In this place surrounded by enemies, he couldn't even find a single person to confide in.Looking up at the window, he still saw the sun was shining, the summer was charming, and the branches of willow leaves were entwined and swaying.Everything is so peaceful and quiet, all kinds of people in the world are still running for their livelihoods, the nearby Han family is still worried about whether the curse can be lifted, and who will succeed the next Patriarch.Even Anping County, thousands of miles away, where he lived and grew up, would not be any different from the past even without him.

Only he is a weirdo, a superfluous person, an absurd existence that has been isolated for no reason.Why did it have to be him, why did this kind of thing have to happen to him, why did you tell him now, it would be better to let him never know, and just live as an ordinary Han Lang forever.Why did he know the truth now? !

How stupid, crazy, and unbelievable it all is!What is he going to do now?His world has collapsed, what else can he do? !

He was sitting in a daze, when suddenly there was an out-of-tune singing outside, it was "Partridge Sky", a very popular ditty some time ago.He was listening numbly, with his left ear coming in and out of his right ear, but he raised his head involuntarily after a while.The man sang in a mess, and he forgot the words in many places, so he could only use a series of humming to get over it.Han Lang in the room listened more and more attentively, his heart suddenly felt like a thunderbolt, and then his head exploded, and he stood up with a "chuckle".

"He Yijiu?" He muttered to himself, not daring to call out.He remembered correctly, He Yijiu sang like this before.That person is tone deaf, but he just likes this song, and he always hums a few words when he has nothing to do.

Han Lang couldn't care less, this song was undoubtedly a bright light, temporarily dispelling the gloom in his mind.He hurriedly opened the door and went out, with excitement on his face.The guards outside the door had already relaxed their vigilance towards him, but they still followed him closely and asked him where he was going. Han Lang lied: "I'm going to see my cousin, don't go far."

The guards were still following him from a distance, and he didn't care too much, and walked quickly towards the place where the sound came from.Just after going around the corridor at the back, I almost bumped into a person.

It's an ordinary servant, I've seen it a few times.Han Lang found that this person was standing where the sound came from, but after looking around, he found that there was no one else nearby.

"You were humming just now?" He grabbed the man and asked sharply.

"Yes, yes." Maybe seeing Han Lang's tense expression, the servant was a little overwhelmed with fright, "I offended the young master, yes, I'm sorry."

The disappointment on Han Lang's face could not be concealed. Sure enough, he was thinking about that person every day, and he was already frightened.

"Where did you learn it?" Han Lang asked again.

"This... This is a very common song, anyone can know it," the servant hesitated, "Ah, it seems that someone is singing at the other side of the firewood room this morning. I just heard it when I went to clean, and I couldn't help but started humming."