Inscription of Different Cases

Bathing is another torture, and the talisman water used is harmless to ordinary people, but it is torture to Han Lang.If his cousin hadn't found an excuse to rescue him halfway, Han Lang felt that he would really be burned to death inside.

"You must be careful now," my cousin reminded him while taking him out, "Although your grandfather hasn't noticed the clue yet, he can already detect the evil spirit in you."

Han Lang frowned: "I have lived for so many years, why did he find out now?"

"You and Shen Daochang fight for the purpose of awakening your blood, and your grandfather is not an ordinary celestial master. I will definitely not discover your identity, but he is different."

Han Lang only felt a headache: "When will you be tall these days..."

The two of them had just walked not far away, when Han Lang secretly glanced at the guards behind him, suddenly raised his voice and said, "By the way, uncle, have you seen the finger wrench I've been carrying all the time?"

"Pull the finger?" Uncle Biao was at a loss, thinking that he had never seen Han Lang with such a thing.

With a calm face, Han Lang opened his mouth to lie: "It was left to me by my father, made of white jade, it seems that I left it somewhere."

The cousin vaguely understood: "Then go find it, do you still remember where it landed?"

Han Lang shook his head. At this moment, the person behind him came up and said respectfully, "Young master, tell me what that wrench finger looks like. We will help you find it."

Han Lang showed a embarrassed look on purpose: "Will you understand after I tell you, and how can you rest assured that such a valuable thing is entrusted to you?"

The guards were speechless and looked at each other.Probably because they felt that they should not bully Han Lang too much, they finally agreed reluctantly: "Then... the little one will go with you."

Han Lang went straight to the other side of the firewood room, looking for things that are fake, but asking if He Yijiu is here is the real thing.When he arrived at the place, he directed the guards aside, and explained his thoughts to his cousin in a few words.

The cousin still had the original attitude: "Impossible, people come and go here, and I often pass here, it doesn't look like a place for Tibetans."

Han Langqiang smiled and said, "I know, but now I have no other choice. I'm afraid that I might miss a clue, so I'll do whatever it takes."

The cousin sighed, and said, "Okay, I'll help you lure those people away, and you hurry up and take a look around."

Han Lang thanked him, turned around and slipped out.There are no people living in this area, and the handymen are often lazy. Many flowers, plants and trees have not been pruned, and they grow extremely tall in this rainy season.This just provided Han Lang with an opportunity. He stooped past a bush, and slipped directly into the back of the firewood house while others were not paying attention.

It is coming, but he is not sure, so he can only take one step at a time.Under the shadow of the trees, the courtyard was extremely quiet, and the sunlight shone on the gravel road covered by countless overgrown plants, forming spots of light of different sizes.The air is filled with the humid smell of plants, and the water is difficult to evaporate. It is as hot and stuffy as a steamer here.

The house here has not been lived in for a long time, only the firewood room is still piled up with some sundries, and the others are empty.The door was locked, Han Lang opened the window and looked inside, the dark room was full of dust and cobwebs, the railing outside had been covered by a whole wisteria tree, and the green leaves were hanging down like a waterfall, completely a sign of inaccessibility .

There was no sound of people around, no footprints on the ground, no wonder my cousin showed disbelief when he heard that he was coming here to search.Indeed, it should not be hidden here.But what happened to the singing that the servant heard? There was probably no one else except He Yijiu for that weird singing style.

When Han Lang walked out of the yard, his cousin was already gesturing to him not far away, urging him to hurry up.But he always felt that there was only this chance, and if he missed it, it would be even more difficult to find.When he was hesitating, he vaguely heard something again, very small, like a kitten humming.

Then, the voice became louder, and it became some kind of tune vaguely.Han Lang hurriedly held his breath and listened carefully. The voice was not particularly loud. He couldn't hear the next sentence after hearing the first sentence, and the tone was very strange, low and weird, not like a human singing voice.Han Lang hurriedly followed the source of the sound, and trotted all the way with light steps. The sound gradually became clear, but he didn't know where it came from.Han Lang looked around anxiously, feeling that the voice was beside him, but there was no one on the left or right.

and many more--

Could it be, underground? !

He bent down and listened.Later, he simply knelt down, lowered his head, his nostrils were filled with the smell of mud, and the gentle wind blew around his back.After a while, he affirmed his judgment, and the voice came from the ground. The small courtyard next to the firewood house seemed ordinary, but the ground was unique!

But where is the entrance? He looked around and couldn't see anything suspicious.Is it inside the house?But the door of the house was locked, and it was difficult to enter for a while.When he was at a loss, several guards had already passed by outside, and his uncle followed closely behind. Seeing him, he hurriedly called out: "Did you find it?"

"not yet."

The opportunity was missed, Han Lang thought depressingly, it seems that he can only wait for the next time.

Sure enough, the next moment the guard followed up and said, "This place is dirty, let us look for it."

There was no other way, Han Lang could only leave with them.Later, he was going to "learn the rules" again and entered the place where his cousin lived. Han Lang hurriedly discussed with him what he had seen before.The latter pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice: "The old house of the Han family is so big. I don't know how many secrets it has accumulated over the years. What you said makes sense. Since the voice is coming from below, there may really be a dark room inside."

"But how can I sneak into it?"

Uncle frowned: "It's difficult, but we can try. We'll try to find the entrance, there must be guards inside, and we'll think of other ways then."

Then, seeing that Han Lang was agitated, he persuaded: "Leave these things to me. You will be watched wherever you go now, so don't act rashly."

Han Lang sighed, and asked again, "How about the antidote?"

"It's still being prepared, and now I only dare to study it alone, for fear of being discovered. Recently, your cousin has been seriously ill. I will secretly mix the experimental antidote into his medicine to see if it can improve."

The cousin was the original intended heir. He was dying of illness because of the Falcon's curse. Only then did Master Han realize the seriousness of the problem and came out to look for Han Lang.Hearing that he was being treated as a test subject, Han Lang felt a fleeting sense of pleasure in his heart.Uncle Biao also said that the blood taken a few days ago was used up, and he had to trouble Han Lang to provide it.

Han Lang frowned, and slashed his hand with a knife, blood immediately overflowed, and he caught it with a porcelain bowl.He already had several scars on his hands, and when He Yijiu saw it, he would definitely scold him again, but now... well, if blood can keep the two of them safe, then take some of it.

The uncle carefully put away the porcelain bowl full of blood as if he was holding a valuable item, fetched the golden sore medicine and handed it to Han Lang.Han Lang's face was a little pale. After wiping off the blood on his arm, he endured the pain and applied medicine to himself.I wanted to ask my cousin how to check the entrance of the dark room, but just after I said a few words, I heard the door behind me.Shen Minggui stepped in with a leisurely expression on his face, Han Lang immediately stopped speaking when he saw him.

He still doesn't care about this person.

It didn't matter to Shen Ming, after entering the room and looking around, his eyes fell on Han Lang who was rubbing the medicine: "Look at you, you have become Shiquan Dabu Tang."

Han Lang ignored his joke, and seeing that the wound had stopped bleeding, he got up and said to his cousin, "I'll go outside and wait for Daoist Shen."

Uncle Biao responded, but Shen Minggui was stupefied with a bored expression.This time he changed another way to torment Han Lang, calling out three or five evil spirits to besiege him together.Han Lang's body was covered in dirt, and his bun fell loose, while Shen Minggui sat on the stone chair with his legs folded, his shoes trembling.

"Too weak! Like you, you can't even beat the most inferior celestial master!"

Han Lang's eyes were red with anger, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, a burning heat rose from his dantian.The pain from the wound, the feeling of fatigue that he was too tired to lift his hands miraculously disappeared, the rage rolling in his chest almost burned his internal organs, he felt that he was out of control, and countless black mist lingered around him , changing shape rapidly like a living body, completely covering him.

The eardrums were tingling, and the screams of the man and woman sounded again. At this time, he was sure that they must be dead falcon birds, his real parents.He looked at Shen Minggui, followed by anger, followed by a strong desire to tear open the prey.

With a horrified hiss, the ghost master Shen Minggui recruited was instantly enveloped in a black mist all over the sky. This mist seemed ethereal like a veil, but in fact it was as tough as the vines of a man-eating plant. Even translucent ghosts could die. Hold on tight.Although Shen Minggui tried his best to stop it, Yugui was dragged back by the black mist, and finally fell into the pitch-black torrent and disappeared without a trace.

After the ghost was devoured, Han Lang's demonic aura surged all over his body, his skin faded to gray, his whole body was churning with blood, and his back was also fogged up to look like wings.But after all, he was walking away, and he still couldn't completely transform into a demon. The edge of the black wing was still surrounded by clouds and smoke, like a burning flame, and he still couldn't transform into a real body.Although he greedily stared at the other ghost masters, his eyes wandered between clarity and chaos for several times, apparently his reason was still there, and he was still fighting with the falcon's bloodline celestial beings.

Shen Minggui no longer pretended to be relaxed, and frowned tightly, as if he was facing an enemy.He wanted to call the ghost back to his side, but the ghost in the wind cried again and again, which irritated Han Lang even more.At this time, he rose from the ground, and was suddenly lifted into the air by the black mist, only to rush back towards Shen Ming.Shen Minggui was caught off guard, fell back a few steps after the heavy blow, only felt his whole body was icy cold, a piece of his clothing was cut off in an instant when it came into contact with the black mist, and if he took another step slower, it would be as short as an arm.

He hurriedly recited a protective spell, and when he looked at Han Lang again, he lost all sense, half of his handsome face was covered by messy hair, and his canine teeth were exposed like a ghost.The black mist condensed into a sword in his right hand, and the tip pointed directly at Shen Minggui's throat.

This kid must hate me a lot on weekdays, and he even remembers that he knows swordsmanship!Shen Minggui thought angrily.Seeing that his life was in danger, he drew back quickly, grabbed a can of stuff from the side and splashed it directly on Han Lang's face.The stench was tangy, Han Lang's movements stopped instantly, and he stumbled back a few steps.

Shen Minggui used the extremely smelly Jiuyang Juling Water, which made Han Lang faint when he was still in Xu's mansion, and now Han Lang is choking enough, holding his nose and coughing non-stop, his whole body is burning. Like falling into scalding hot water.At this time, the black mist around him disappeared, and he returned to his original state. Shen Ming straightened out the hem of his clothes that had been messed up before, and said after a breath: "It can be considered controlled."

Han Lang's voice was hoarse: "I..."

"Calm down, don't lose your sanity," Shen Ming said, "It's you who want to control the falcon, not the falcon to control you."

Han Lang rubbed his temples, his face was pale and tired: "I see."

The two rested for a while, and started to practice again. Han Lang had gradually grasped some tricks after transforming several times.But it was too exhausting. No matter how special his soul was, his body was still mortal. He was so tired that he lay on the ground after a few times.

Shen Minggui was no more relaxed than him, his previous leisurely and complacent appearance was gone, and he was tormented enough.He saw that it was already twilight in the western border of the sky, and said: "Okay, let's come here today."

"Can I survive under the old man's ghost control now?"

Shen Minggui looked at Han Lang's face with a complicated expression. The latter thought that he was about to speak sarcasm again, and his ears were callused. Unexpectedly, after the other party was silent for a long time, he muttered for the first time: "It's okay."

Han Lang smiled dryly.

"You're really stupid." Shen Ming rolled his eyes at him, "No matter what you do, you won't be afraid of exhaustion."

Thinking about it, he thought that Han Lang wouldn't last long, but he didn't expect that the other party didn't give him a chance to watch a good show, which made him a little unbalanced.After getting along for so many days, Han Lang had some clues, and replied with a sneer, "That's not just for you?"

Shen Minggui was stunned, and an expression of not wanting to be beaten appeared on his face again: "It's true."

At night, there was a bright full moon hanging in the sky. Han Lang stood in front of the window and peeped out through the crack of the window. Under the bright moonlight, he saw a few heavily armed figures walking back and forth in the distance. Look in your direction from time to time.He sighed, closed the window with a bang, and fell lazily on the couch by himself, with his hands behind his head, drifting farther and farther away with his mind.

In the past few days, he has been dizzy by various emergencies, and his mind is so chaotic that it goes blank instead.He didn't have time to think about many things, and he didn't dare to think about them. It was ridiculous for him to admit his own background. He was the son of his parents, and even if his blood was there, he would not accept it.

What falcon bird, go to hell, he treats himself as an ordinary person, that is an ordinary person, why bother with those things that have long passed?But he has been having nightmares recently, every time he fights with Shen Minggui, the dying cries of the man and woman will always be heard in his ears.

Thinking of this, he hated the Han family so much.Although the Falcon's family were victims, he couldn't feel sympathy.It was originally a matter of the previous generation, but there is no emotion at all with him.What's more, they hurt his father. Without their curse, he would still be able to stay in Anping and not know his life experience for the rest of his life.

I feel like I'm trapped in a strange circle, I can't figure out the beginning and end, let alone where to go, I can only repeat and entangle myself in countless problems, and finally lose my way.

He tossed and turned on the couch, and fetched what He Yijiu gave him, a round and jade-like night pearl, covered in the quilt, emitting a faint light.This light is reassuring, just like seeing He Yijiu in person.He held the bead tightly, put it to his mouth and touched it gently.

are you still there?

No one answered him, and the unspoken words just disappeared into the air.If it was before, he would definitely dislike such hypocrisy and talk about love and love like a sissy.Although the two of them were always sticking together affectionately, they hardly made any promises to each other, and they both felt that it was unnecessary.Occasionally, once or twice, Han Lang was exhausted in the county office, and when he went out, someone stood waiting for him under the sun, and his heart warmed.Also, when he was visiting his parents' graves, He Yijiu said, "I'll go wherever you go", and Han Lang thought, "Okay, this is the person for the rest of my life."

Now in this situation, that little bit of self-esteem, that little bit of airs, is no longer important.He just wanted He Yijiu, and he was going crazy thinking about it.My heart is full of each other, there is no gap left, I really want to take He Yijiu and escape back to Anping immediately, and ignore all the messy things here, the two of them return to the previous life, it is better than anything else .

He buried his face in the pillow and curled up into a ball, not feeling sleepy at all.When the time comes to see He Yijiu, what should I say about what happened to me?Can he tell the truth?No, it's better not to, he himself doesn't want to admit it, why would he bother others.

What if He Yijiu finds out that he is a wandering monster and resists him?Although that person will not show it obviously, but secretly there must be thoughts.Who would like monsters, or one who died once.If you can hide it, then hide it. If you really can't hide it, then wait until you have a chance to say it. Try to say it lightly and don't take it too seriously.

Thinking of He Yijiu's expression when he heard this, he smiled softly.Soon he couldn't laugh anymore, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.