Chapter 747: Weird old man

"Uh..." Xiao Han looked ashamed, and said, "I just think it's expensive, not that I don't want to pay!"
"If you can take it directly, then no money!" The old man raised his eyes and glanced at Xiao Han, and then said: "If you can take it away, then this thing belongs to you."
"Xiao Han, this thing is a little weird, be careful!" Ghost King said, "This old man is also a little weird. I can't see his cultivation base, nor can I see where he is sacred."
"Yeah!" Xiao Han nodded slightly.
He doesn't care what is strange about this sword, let alone what is wrong with the old man. He walked slowly over, and then watched the sword carefully.
It can be seen that this is a very simple sword. The scabbard has been broken into two halves, and only the upper half remains. However, I want to hold a ruby ​​on the scabbard, and I can vaguely feel the ruby There are energy fluctuations. In other words, this ruby ​​may be a god.
The hilt is a dragon head, and the golden dragon head is inlaid with an emerald, which also has energy fluctuations.
These few gems alone are probably invaluable, right? Xiao Han remained silent and continued to observe. The sword body had been ruined, and several pits were cut on the blade, but it still did not lose its edge. Jianfeng carried a trace of murderous aura. On the sword body, there seems to be a golden rune. Although I don't know what the base color of the rune is for, I feel that this sword seems to attract me all the time.
"Then I really took it?" Xiao Han said.
"Take it, even yours." The old man smiled slightly.
On the side, the Ghost King looked at Xiao Han curiously, he was also a little nervous, as long as there was something wrong, he immediately rushed to rescue Xiao Han.
A smile formed at the corner of Xiao Han's mouth. He stretched out his hands, and then slowly grabbed the sword.
"Be careful!" Ghost King reminded softly.
Xiao Han directly ignored this sentence. He firmly grasped this sword with both hands. He originally thought that there would be a huge obstacle, but he did not expect that he could easily grasp the sword.
The Ghost King was dumbfounded, and he was blocked by the seal just now, but why was Xiao Han not affected by the seal? This is... too weird, right?
"This..." The Ghost King was dumbfounded when he heard it.
Xiao Han also felt curious. He held the sword in both hands and gently picked it up. As if this sword is not metal, but wood. In the hand, it seems to be light and fluttering like a feather. Very light. It doesn't make people feel heavy.
"You actually picked it up?" The Ghost King was shocked.
Two golden lights shot from the lazy eyes of the old man on the side.
"Unexpectedly..." The old man looked at Xiao Han complicatedly, and said: "The old man has waited for thousands of years, and finally waited!"
"Who are you!" The Ghost King stared at the old man. He was afraid that this old man would give Xiao Han a trick. If you get caught, it will be troublesome.
"It doesn't matter who I am." The old man laughed loudly, and said: "Shenzhou Continent, Jiuyou World, I'm afraid... from now on it will be a storm again!"
Boom...
Amidst the black and heavy clouds, lightning struck through. The ghost town was shaking.
"Oh, this..."
"How is this going?"
"Broken, broken, wouldn't it be the foundation of the ghost town?"
The ghost city is not located in a certain fixed place, but in a plane of time and space. Created by a powerful monk tens of thousands of years ago, he split time and space with his own power and created a ghost city in this gap between time and space. At the same time, ghost town passages have been set up in many places. Facilitate communication between people and ghosts.
However, the shaking did not last long, but soon healed.
Xiao Han was holding this sword, and he instantly felt a ray of light penetrate into the center of his eyebrows, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Han felt uncomfortable for a while, as if his head was swollen. He touched his forehead and said, "It hurts...what's the matter?"
The Ghost King glanced around, just about to question the old man. But he found that the old man in front of him didn't even know where he had gone. The ghost king was dumbfounded: "Damn, where did this old ghost go?"
"He ran away." Xiao Han smiled bitterly.
"Where is the sword in your hand?" Ghost King asked.
"Here!" Xiao Han stretched out his hand.
The two were immediately stunned, and Xiao Han was even more shocked. The sword that was still in his hand just now disappeared. This made him a little bit at a loss, and he muttered: "It's weird, it's just here, why is it gone?"
"This old man is a ghost!" Ghost King gritted his teeth.
"He was a ghost!" Xiao Han was speechless.
The two stood in place, as if nothing happened.
"Go back." Ghost King said: "I always feel weird."
"Yeah!" Xiao Han nodded.
Afterwards, the two immediately left the scene, Xiao Han raised a smile on his mouth.
With this incident, Xiao Han felt a little hairy in his heart. A sword was missing for no reason, and he was dizzy now, feeling that his head was about to explode. Xiao Han left the ghost town quickly. After leaving the ghost town, he soon returned to Chang'an Cemetery.
"Are you okay?" Ghost King asked.
"It's okay." Xiao Han shook his head and said, "It's just that my head hurts a bit."
"Go back and have a good rest!" The Ghost King exhorted.
After that, the two quickly left, and the King of Ghosts quickly followed Xiao Han. The white cat looks very human to outsiders. In fact, this cat is indeed very human.
Returning from Chang'an Cemetery, Xiao Han knew that the school must have closed, and the dormitory had also closed. Therefore, Xiao Han immediately returned to Li Xiaoya's villa.
At around three in the morning, Li Xiaoya was already asleep.
Xiao Han had the key to the house, so he opened the door directly and went to the third floor.
thump……
As soon as he entered the door, he immediately fell to the floor. The body couldn't bear such a heavy pressure, and his head almost exploded.
Meow……
The Ghost King yelled from behind.
Xiao Han fell asleep soon.
In his sleep, Xiao Han felt that he was on a cliff with a vast ocean in front of him. A figure stood on the cliff. It was a middle-aged man with a stalwart figure and a white robe. However, the man looked sad.
Xiao Han saw the saber on the man at a glance.
It was the saber that Xiao Han saw today. However, the appearance of that sword intact makes people feel that it is very powerful, and it is definitely an artifact-level weapon. Just when Xiao Han was curious, suddenly, a black shadow moved quickly from the sky.
"Xuan Mingzi, today is your end!" The shadow turned into a human form.
"Yan Luo, you kill my wife and children, I am not at odds with you." Xuan Mingzi was angry, and his momentum was rising steadily. The surrounding spirit was surging, and that mighty power, anger without power, and powerful momentum.
"Kill!" Xuan Mingzi roared.
The spirit sword was unsheathed, and tens of thousands of sword auras were instantly drawn through the air.
Yan Luo wouldn't be afraid of himself. He sprinkled his hands and threw beans into soldiers. Thousands of scary ghosts swept in. It's like a tide. Yama mobilized thousands of ghosts and Xuan Mingzi to fight, and this battle was called the battle of the underworld ten thousand years ago.
It is said that this battle lasted for half a month, the underworld suffered heavy losses, and the ghosts sacrificed countless times. Xuan Mingzi won with great momentum and cultivation, but Yan Luo's whereabouts are unknown, and the ghost city has no owner. The ghost domain has also become a barren land. Ten thousand years later, it is still a barren land.
Time goes by, time goes by.
Xuan Mingzi stood on this cliff for decades. His face was old, his wife and children were killed, it was undoubtedly a huge blow to Xuan Mingzi. In order to be able to save his wife and children, he escaped into the turbulence of time and space, forcibly entered the ancient world, and tried to change his fate against the sky.
Unfortunately, he failed.
How could it be so easy to change one's fate against the sky, even Xuan Mingzi, who was as powerful as a god, could not do it.
After the failure, Xuan Mingzi was completely helpless, and angrily killed the Quartet, the butcher, the ghost, and the demon. Then he lost track. Some people say that Xuan Mingzi is dead, and some people say that he is still alive.
...
咚咚咚...
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Xiao Han was awakened from his dream. This night, he had no desire to live. He seemed to feel the pain of Xuan Mingzi. He felt like he was Xuan Mingzi, he felt every inch of pain in his body, every bit of pain, and he felt unforgettable.
"How could this be?" Xiao Han clutched his chest.
"Xiao Han, are you there?" Li Xiaoya's voice came from outside the door.
"Yes!" Xiao Han hurriedly opened the door.
Li Xiaoya stood at the door, charming and moving. She curiously said: "When did you come last night? Why didn't you tell me?"
"It's late, so I didn't disturb my sister." Xiao Han smiled.
"Stupid boy!" Li Xiaoya's face turned red, and said, "What about Tuesday today, don't you have to go to class?"
"What time is it?" Xiao Han glanced at the phone and exclaimed: "Nine... nine o'clock?"
"Breakfast is ready for you, and you can eat after washing." Li Xiaoya ordered.
"Yes!" Xiao Han nodded immediately.
The dream of last night was very clear, and the person named Xuan Mingzi has been deeply imprinted in his mind. His voice, his growth, his rise, and his sorrow are deeply engraved. Xiao Han's heart. So that Xiao Han still has the illusion that he is Xuan Mingzi, and Xuan Mingzi is himself. In other words, he is the reincarnation of Xuan Mingzi. However, Xiao Han quickly dispelled this idea.
After a simple wash, Xiao Han went downstairs to have breakfast.
After breakfast, Xiao Han drove back to school.
In the classroom, class has already begun. Today is Blue Raindie’s financial professional class. Blue Raindie is analyzing a classic case of Soros's attack on Southeast Asian stock markets at the podium. She is giving lectures endlessly.
Xiao Han sneaked in through the back door quietly.
(End of this chapter)