Chapter 1906: Trembling bad old man

Chapter 1906 The Trembling Bad Old Man
"Do you speak Chinese and pretend not to understand?"
Lingyu and his group followed behind the old man in the Middle East, walking forward on the thick snow.
The dark-faced and vicissitudes of Middle Eastern old man heard the words, looked back awkwardly and politely, and smiled sly at Ling, "No, I never said I don’t understand, but as soon as you come in, you speak Arabic to me. I will naturally use Arabic. Reply in words, any questions?"
"..." Ling's words are stuffy, as if it is your truth.
Gong Siyu held Gong Li in his arms, coldly looking up and down at the old man leading the way, and suddenly asked gloomily: "What do you call your Excellency."
"Sulai."
Farreid also asked: "Where are we?"
"The place where the mage's refuge is, the witch domain." Old Sulai replied truthfully.
"But the snow-capped mountains in the distance, I look at how it looks like..." Susu thoughtfully looked at the misty snowy peaks towering into the clouds in the sun, the more I looked at it, the more familiar it became.
"The Himalayas, we are in Nepal. Of course, no one knows this place. The entrances and exits of the witch domain are constantly changing every day. There are no rules to be found. You can only enter by invitation."
Sulai led them through the ancient buildings. These ancient buildings almost combined the five ancient civilizations. There were all kinds of them. In the end, they stopped in front of an old black Buddha building.
Elder Sulai blew his whistle and called the vulture above his head to report, and saw the vulture suddenly spread its wings and flew in from the window at the top of the Buddhist building.
Not long after, the black wooden door of the four-story flying eaves Buddha building slowly opened, and two four or five-year-old doormen walked out inside.
"Please, everyone."
Gong Siyu and Ling, who were holding Li'er, quickly saw each other. After a glance, they stepped up the stone steps first. Behind them, Susu, Farrid, Wutian and Hongjun also followed.
After entering the Buddhist building together, the wooden door behind them slowly closed, and the light between the doors gradually disappeared.
This place is very weird. Under the dim lamp, different gods worshipped by different religions are gathered here. The air is filled with the burning smell of the best sandalwood. In the huge space, only a few mysterious old men are cleaning there. Almost all of them were gray-haired old people, and felt that someone had entered, doing their own things indifferently, without looking at them.
The old man Sulai still led the way. His pet vulture jumped up and down in the Buddhist mansion. It was very stubborn, but as it continued to penetrate into it, the vulture seemed to feel the pressure in front of him and returned to the owner. Beside, well-behaved.
Climbing all the way up the old spiral wooden ladder, they finally reached the top floor of the Buddhist building.
A "Jingxin Pavilion" with bright light and green smoke, which houses various rare treasures collected from all over the world.
An old man who is nearly old is lying on a rocking chair, half of his face is covered by a scripture book made of bamboo slips, as if he is asleep. The sunlight projected from the lattice window is faintly shining on the old man, inexplicably There is a sense of peace and tranquility.
And beside the sleeping old man, there is an old man with gray hair and trembling hair cleaning the collection with a feather duster.
At first glance, this old man with a feather duster in his hand is at least ninety years old, with sparse white hair, trembling hands, and age spots and folds on his face. He looks like he is about to fall in the next second. If the movement range is larger, it will cause a fracture.
To describe it more exaggeratedly, the old man looked too old because of his age, and was pale like a...dead man, in short, looked strange and scary.
Elder Sulai didn't say anything, and took them away and left alone with his pet.
Lingyu and Gong Siyu were standing in place. After looking around for a while, they found that there were only two old people in the attic on the rocking chair and two old people cleaning.
One to clean, one to sleep.
It seems obvious who the stars are.
However, Lingyu was cautious and kept silent all the time. Gong Siyu was also observing secretly, but he couldn't bear it. He approached the old man sitting in a rocking chair with his eyes closed and quietly called out, "Excuse me... Is it a celestial wizard?"
With a "click", the bamboo slip covering the old man's face fell to the ground, and when someone asked, the old man on the couch slowly opened his sleepy eyes.
It was a pair of grayish-white eyes that looked like sick eyes, facing the light, the muddy pupils remained unchanged, and the old man on the couch seemed invisible.
Susu stretched out his hand and shook it in front of the old man’s eyes, but in the next second, he was grasped by the old man’s skinny but strong palm, strangling his wrist, and his turbid but sharp eyes suddenly turned sideways, staring at Susu, "I Although blind, but not deaf, don't dangle your hands in front of my eyes."
Su Su was silent, trying to break free, but found that no matter how hard his wrist was, he couldn't get rid of the old man's hand. The old man was so powerful that he was unwilling to let go as if he was about to crush her wrist bones. He looked on guard coldly, no. Very close to humanity.
Without waiting for Lingyu and Gong Siyu to take action, aside, the trembling old man who had been dusting with a feather duster, who seemed to be at least 90 years old, suddenly stepped forward and slammed the feather duster in his hand. On the arm of the old man in the recliner, the voice was old and low, and said vaguely: "That's still a child, don't frighten my guests from afar!"
The old man on the recliner instantly let go, stood up angrily, brushed off the feathers on his head, chanted the seal, and instantly transformed a six-pointed star-like complex circle in front of him, passed the circle in front of him, and disappeared in the crowd. Right now.
It's just that when the person left, his voice still echoed in the attic
"Then I will go to sleep somewhere else! Call me if I have something to do!"
As the old man lying on the recliner disappeared, only a few of them and the trembling, pale and weird old man remained in the huge exquisite attic.
He is by no means Oriental, because his nose is tall and long, just like the evil old witch in a dark fairy tale.
He was skinny, and his pale arms with age spots were as thin as skinny, as if the bones would break with a little effort.
The posture of just walking like flying was only an instant. At this moment, the old man turned around and twisted his waist. He was holding the recliner and bending over there, as if he couldn't breathe, he looked awkwardly panicked, and even hesitated Go up and help.
"Hey... I'm getting older, it's not useful, my bones are brittle."
The old man tremblingly supported the recliner, sat down, raised his eyes, and looked at them with a full smile.
Obviously, Lingyu realized something and was surprised secretly, "You wouldn't be..."
The old man's hoarse and old voice sounded faintly: "I know, I know, I don't look like it, I'm like an old zombie who will go into the coffin tomorrow..."
(End of this chapter)