The rain kept hitting the surroundings. It fell from the sky onto the girl's red umbrella and then fell from the surroundings of the umbrella, forming a curtain of rain.
The girl under the umbrella smiled like a flower.
A smart woman would probably only be stupid when facing the man she liked.
Obviously, the old Daoist in front of her was definitely not this type.
And facing the girl's counterattack..,
The old Daoist only smiled.
He lowered his head,
The soles of his shoes stepped on the puddle, causing a lot of water to splash,
"Why did you come?" The old Daoist asked.
The girl did not answer.
"It seems that your father is really prepared to put righteousness before family?"
The girl still did not answer.
The old Daoist scratched his wet hair and continued to walk forward.
The girl continued to hold the umbrella and walked in her direction.
The distance between the two sides was not far,
The old Daoist stopped and waved his hand:
"You know him very well?"
The girl stopped,
To be honest,
She didn't really know her,
If she really knew him..,
She wouldn't have been mercilessly shaken off by that man twice,
In the end..,
She ended up coming out of her resting place and was already marked with a countdown to her life.
Whether it was on Mount Emei or at the entrance of the study a while ago, she had actually lost both times. Not only did she lose, but she had also suffered a serious loss.
Every time, she had folded most of her body here.
After folding a few times in a row, she had almost folded herself into nothingness.
But, fortunately, she did not have much time left anyway.
That sword was already hanging in front of that man's eyes. The time it would fall was only tonight or tomorrow morning.
He estimated..,
This rain, this typhoon..,
It wasn't over yet. It hadn't left yet..,
This sword..,
Then it would land.
The next one would be himself. He did not have much time left, and the other did not have much time left. It couldn't be said that negative and negative were positive, but many things could already be said to be indifferent.
"Better than you, right?"
"Really?" A smile appeared on the old Daoist's face.
"Really."
"Then, do you think he will die?"
"He will die."
The girl did not hesitate and answered directly.
The old Taoist licked his lips. He really wanted to use himself as an example, but just as the girl had said, he himself was not even an example.
This kind of feeling made him a little unhappy. He had clearly succeeded, but in the end, he did not receive the flowers and applause that a successful person deserved.
Instead, he made himself look like a Kong Yiji.
A circle of people surrounded him, laughing at him for being dead.
No matter how many times he wrote the word 'death', no matter how many ways he spelled it out, no matter how many times he spelled it.
It was useless.
Perhaps,
The biggest problem was,
Perhaps even he himself was a little shaky.
"You won't be able to live either," the old Taoist said with a sigh.
The girl didn't pay any attention to him. She continued to disperse and took a step forward.
"I am, his daughter."
"But he is the Human Master!"
The old priest immediately turned his head to look at the girl's back,
His shouts sounded a little disjointed in this stormy and rainy night.
"He is the Mortal Master. He established this rule for this world. Why do you women always like to be so naive?"
Perhaps it was the last bit of unwillingness, or perhaps it was the last question.
At this moment, the old Taoist seemed to no longer have his usual demeanor. However, he really couldn't care less, and he didn't plan to care about these things anymore.
Previously, when he had succeeded, Ksitigarbha had first shown off in front of him.
Just now, when he was walking home, this girl had stabbed him again!
Whether it was a human or a ghost, they were all showing off. Only the Prefect was being beaten up!
How could the old Taoist continue to maintain the stability of his heart?
Moreover, he was not a calm person to begin with.
"He's dead, but that him will still be alive." The girl turned her head and looked at the old Taoist who was drenched in the rain. "If he's alive, it'll be easier."
The old Taoist was stunned for a moment.
At their level,
A lot of words.
It was really clear with just a little,
Under the Xuanyuan Sword,
The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each displaying their abilities.
What you can think of, others have probably thought of. What others have tried, you have probably thought of carefully.
In the end, it was a matter of great importance to their survival. No one really dared to ignore it.
The "he" and "him" that the girl mentioned, one referred to Yinggou, and the other referred to "Zhou Ze".
Yinggou would die.
But there was a high probability.
Zhou Ze would survive.
And the girl's target was Zhou Ze.
She was following behind Zhou Ze.
Waiting for the sword to come down.
Waiting for the sword to kill the man she loved and hated the most in her life.
Then.
She would pick up the survivor of the sword.
You could say that he was an armor, or you could say that he was a piece of clothing.
What she wanted to do.
She just wore him on her body.
The Xuanyuan Sword was her father's sword.
Zhou Ze was someone who had just been born from the sword.
Right now, she did not have a real physical body. As one of the ancestors of zombies, the existence of a physical body was not important to her.
A physical body was nothing more than a bag of skin.
Her father's sword, plus Zhou Ze's physical body and soul, who had just survived the sword.
With these two things in hand.
She probably had a higher chance of survival.
You could say that it was wishful thinking, but it had to be said that it was indeed a method.
It wasn't that no one had thought of this method before, but even if they had, it was useless.
Because there was one key point that only she could satisfy.
That was.
She was the daughter of the Yellow Emperor!
You could say that this method was ridiculous because it wasn't 100% successful. But under the Xuanyuan Sword, no one had the right to mock anyone.
"Can I do it too?"
The old Daoist pointed at his face.
The girl held the umbrella and laughed as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"I said it before, you're... dead."
The old Daoist also laughed.
He squatted in the puddle.
He looked like an old man with Alzheimer's.
He patted the puddle with one hand, like a naughty child who was having fun despite his mother's punishment. He smiled and said,
"How do you know that bookstore owner will survive?"
Hearing this,
The girl was silent.
Not only was she silent, but her expression also turned cold.
The old Daoist had asked her if she knew him.
Actually, she really didn't know her.
But she was able to fail time and time again, and her heart and lungs were torn.
To prove one thing.
This proved what kind of position the man called Zhou Ze had in his heart.
This was a woman's intuition. Women were born with intuition in this aspect.
She could clearly sense who her competitor was.
Winning Hook.
She would let him live.
She firmly believed.
She was sure.
"He will survive."
And Winning Hook, and that man, would die.
He wanted to put an end to his exciting life.
And once that man died, the person called Zhou Ze would be left.
After losing the power of Winning Hook.
He.
So what if it's nothing?
An ordinary person?
To put it nicely, a zombie?
But what was a zombie in front of her?
"You want to stop me?"
The girl asked the old Daoist.
The old Daoist shook his head and said, "The debt between him and me has been settled."
In other words, he would not interfere.
"Okay."
The girl continued to walk forward with the umbrella.
The old Daoist sat down with his back against the telephone pole. His body was already wet, so there was nothing he could not let go of.
When the girl's figure had already disappeared into the curtain of rain in front of them.
The old Daoist burst out laughing again.
"I think I'm very smart."
After sighing,
The old Daoist raised his head.
The light from the street lamps was a little dazzling, and the heavy rain around them made the light of the street lamps a little scattered, creating an effect similar to the halo of the moon.
In the midst of this haze,
The old Daoist seemed to see many people, but he did not let his thoughts stop here.
He reached out and patted his chin. Then, he supported himself on the ground and stood up again.
He began to walk back.
This road.
Someone was walking forward.
And he.
Was the opposite of them.
The living moved forward, and the dead moved back.
Fortunately, after walking for so long, the study room was finally in front of him.
Through the glass, Lawyer An saw the old Daoist who was drenched in the rain outside. He immediately rushed out with an umbrella to help the old Daoist block the rain.
The umbrella covered the old Daoist's body. Lawyer An's shirt was already drenched.
The old Daoist was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he looked at Lawyer An and asked.
"Have you ever held an umbrella for Old Master Jia before?"
"No." Lawyer An seemed very honest.
In his previous life, he was a rich young master in Guangzhou. He was busy playing and enjoying himself all day long. It was not until his father passed away and his family fell behind that he understood the truth of life.
However, it was indeed true that the son wanted to support his parents, but his parents were no longer around.
The old Daoist nodded.
Lawyer An added, "Isn't this just to make a living?"
Flattery was to make a living. After all, in this world, there was probably no one who was born with a cheap bone and liked to flatter.
The old Daoist's gaze swept across the people in the room. Finally, it landed on Lawyer An's face.
He placed his hand on Lawyer An's shoulder and patted it.
Lawyer An felt that his bones were about to soften.
Then.
The old Daoist turned around and looked at the dark curtain of rain behind him.
He said,
"Where did your boss go?"
"Yes."
The old Daoist reached out and touched his face. Then, he finally pushed open the door and walked in.
Other than Yingying, who had accompanied the boss out, the rest of the people in the study room were all here.
When the old Daoist came in, everyone's eyes naturally followed the old Daoist.
The old Daoist did not care that his body was already drenched. Of course, the employees of the study room did not mind that he had dirtied the floor. They allowed the old Daoist to drag the water stains and walk to the painting.
The old Daoist's hands caressed the painting.
His lips were a little dry.
When Ksitigarbha ascended to heaven, he gave him a knife.
The girl from before also gave him a knife.
The Xuanyuan Sword had also given him a knife.
But.
"I'm not dead!"
The old Daoist suddenly let out a deep voice!
This voice..,
Caused the faces of everyone in the study room to turn pale. Even for them, the aura of the Prefect was unbearable, even though the Prefect did not deliberately target them.
Then..,
The old Daoist let out a sigh.
It was as if the previous loftiness was just the last bit of unwillingness venting, like... the final radiance of the setting sun.
"Sigh.
I just..,
Miss you guys... "