I am your natural enemy

Seeing this reminder, Wen Yan's eyes changed slightly.

Not an illusion? Is it a real person?

Wen Yan simply didn't believe there was any power that could allow him to travel back in time decades ago.

As soon as his thoughts changed, he had a new guess.

Regardless of whether it's a real person or not, at least to him, it's true.

It also means that whether he is injured or dies here, it is all real to him.

So it doesn't matter whether the person in front of you is really Wang Jianjun's grandfather, the result is the same.

The revival of spiritual energy had just begun a few decades ago. It is estimated that within a few years, this person had already transformed into a sacrifice, a great sacrifice.

Wen Yan didn't quite understand what this grand ceremony meant in the witch festival, what level it was considered to be, and whether it was one level higher than an ordinary witch festival, or several levels higher.

But he can probably understand that the compatibility between this person's talent and the corresponding one is simply outrageous.

It belongs to the kind of situation where one is born at the level of the Holy Body of Witch Sacrifice and can improve his cultivation level just by lying down.

Wen Yan even suspected that this person was already a sacrifice before the spiritual energy recovered.

After all, the power and knowledge of witches are passed down through blood, and there is power in people's blood.

The use of health bars as blue bars is not only found in witches, there are many things in the Taoist priests' methods that can do this.

Wen Yan learned this from reading books. Some of the fingerprints, seals, seals and other things are specifically reminded in the book. When practicing, you can only practice fingerprints alone, and cannot cooperate with things like mantras and Baogao. .

If a disciple who has no teaching skills randomly uses something blindly without opening the altar, he will use the health bar as a blue bar.

This thing is indeed dangerous. I didn't delete it simply because in some critical moments, my life is at risk, and I don't care about whether it will lose blood or shorten my life span.

Wen Yan's thoughts raced and he quickly checked the remaining prompts.

“I once received enlightenment from Laojun Mountain, became enlightened, participated in the revolution, and walked on the hidden front.

I have learned the oldest medicine, prepared poisons, used poison to fight poison, and saved countless lives.

The first year after the spiritual energy was revived, it turned into a great festival.

He was one of the first people to identify the revival of spiritual energy.

Finally, he found one of the origins of the witchcraft festival, and guarded this place, never leaving it again.

Friendly reminder: If you come here rashly, you'd better think about how to eliminate the suspicion that you are an extraterrestrial demon. "

“Temporary capabilities.

1: Borrowing.

2: Be convinced by Qi Zhenlu.

3: The origin of Tiangang.

4: Overflow. "

Wen Yan quickly tried four temporary abilities.

Borrowing: When the other party agrees, you can temporarily borrow the other party's vision (note: in the lending state, the other party will be blind).

Fuqi Zhenlu: one of the Zhenlu without combat effectiveness, one of the goals of the Fuqi sect to give Zhenlu. Those who give Zhenlu follow the rules, and they will be free from illness and disaster, and die in good health (from Laojun Mountain).

Tiangang origin step: one of the steps used in fierce battles. It is good at moving and moving.

Overflow: Transform your Yang Qi, Qi, blood, heart fire and other powers into strange flames that attack in all directions all the time (requires more than 50% of the fierce sun, requires Xin Dao, and requires heart fire).

When Wen Yan saw these temporary abilities and the friendly reminder, his heart tightened suddenly.

Good guy, four temporary abilities, three of them are defensive...

He changed into a borrowed eye. When he saw this temporary ability, he knew whose eye he wanted to borrow. Apart from Tong Si, he had no reason to find anyone else to borrow it from.

I just put it on and touched the jade pendant, ready to say something to Tong Si.

The old man in the yard frowned slightly and looked up and down at Wen Yan, who seemed a little dazed.

It's not bright yet, and in this era, there are still street lights in the village. In fact, the village may not even have electricity.

The old man put one foot against the door to prevent it from opening, and at the same time he touched a hatchet in front of the door.

When he saw Wen Yan's dress in the dim light of dawn, which was quite incompatible with this era, he held a hatchet in one hand, stabbed a little on the back of the door with one hand, and squeezed out some blood with one hand. , a rune was drawn behind the door.

The other foot hidden behind the door was not idle either. With a flick of his toe, he quickly drew a symbol on the ground, and then stepped heavily on the symbol with one foot.

At the same time, both hands and feet were doing one thing each, and while Wen Yan was stunned, he finished it all.

If Wen Yan is a bad person and dares to rush in, he will be hit on the head with a hatchet the moment he is stuck.

If Wen Yan were not a human being, it would make Wen Yan even more attractive.

Before he even said a word, Wen Yan felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He decisively put on his Feng Qi Zhenlu. He made a fist with his left hand and showed the back of his hand. A simple-looking talisman appeared on the back of his hand.

"Uncle, don't be nervous."

The old man frowned slightly when he saw the real treasure. Then he looked at Wen Yan's age and suddenly smiled.

"It turns out that I am a disciple of Laojun Mountain. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."

The old man took a step back and opened a wooden door slightly. When Wen Yan stepped forward and crossed the threshold with one foot, he saw a flash of cold light. The old man was carrying a dark hatchet and chopped it down on the head.

That ferocious aura was like a ferocious beast that suddenly opened its eyes and suddenly pounced with all its strength.

If a normal person is pounced by this ferocious aura, the fear in their blood will be instantly aroused. It only takes that moment of freezing for the end to happen.

Wen Yan was not affected, and he didn't even care about the activated passive basic ability.

He immediately changed into the Tiangang Origin Steps, exerted force on one foot, and tightened the muscles all over his body. He leaned back at a large angle, one arm quickly supported the ground, and his two feet quickly intertwined, and he retreated in an instant. A distance of more than one meter.

At the same time, the dark hatchet struck the threshold with a bang.

Wen Yan broke into a cold sweat when he saw the trajectory of the hatchet falling.

This old man is really ruthless, and he is very particular about exerting force. If he leans back normally, if his head dodges, he will be hit in the chest, if his body dodges, his legs will be chopped, and if his legs dodge, his feet will be chopped.

Unless at that moment, I can avoid it with my whole body.

Looking at this old man, he looks very young, but his arms are thicker than his. This kind of physical fitness developed from long-term physical work is not comparable to ordinary people of his generation.

When he was a child, he had actually seen many people of his generation. Even in their seventies or eighties, they could still carry two baskets of coal, walk as fast as flying, and do such heavy physical work for two hours without much reaction, which is surprising for young people. You are so frightened that you can't just tell people to rest, and they won't be happy even if you do.

Wen Yan rolled up and got up from the ground, and saw the old man holding a dark hatchet in one hand and looking at Wen Yan coldly.

"Who are you, turtle grandson?

Don't fool me by thinking I'm old.

Disciples of Laojunshan, no one of your age would choose to believe in Qi Zhenlu.

Disciples who can go down the mountain are even less likely to choose to be convinced by Qi Zhenlu. "

"..."

Wen Yan smacked his lips and said helplessly.

"Uncle, I didn't say that I was a disciple of Laojunshan."

"Then where are you from?"

"I'm from Buyeosan."

"Why did the disciples of Fuyu Mountain choose to obey Qi Zhenlu?"

"I just want you to understand that I am not a bad person who has trouble with you."

The old man frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, it was right. Although the disciples who can teach the urn may not be the disciples of Laojunshan, this urn comes from Laojunshan. If the younger generation from other places want to choose this, Laojunshan will think it is okay. It will not be stuck and not given.

After all, there are only three mountains and five mountains that are qualified to confer urn, but there are not only three mountains and five mountains in the world.

It is indeed unlikely that he is a bad person who can be taught by Laojunshan.

It is unlikely that the person who can teach the true spirit of persuasion is a bad person.

It is even less likely to cause trouble in Zhongyuan County.

The old man opened the wooden door halfway and took a few steps back. Wen Yan sighed and discussed with Tong Si from Yu Perry first to use his vision.

Now he feels that the temporary abilities given are very necessary and must not be given randomly.

He put on the borrowed eyes and borrowed Tong Si's visual ability. He closed and opened his eyes. At that moment, his eyes seemed to have turned into double pupils.

Looking up again, everything in sight has changed.

Under the ordinary gate of the village in Zhongyuan County, buried was a skeleton that looked like a wolf or a dog, but this skeleton had a head, and the head was slightly raised, as if it was baring its teeth and roaring.

One of the two doors was open, and a blood rune was lighting up behind the other. The door on the left and its head seemed to have turned into a big open mouth.

The wind chimes hanging on the door looked like big-eyed insects, staring at him.

And on the ground inside, there were chains extending out, swaying slowly like living creatures. One end of the chains was stepped on by the old man.

The old man just looked at Wen Yan and said nothing.

Seeing the concrete thing, Wen Yan finally understood what that prompt meant.

This old man still doesn't believe him.

The old man didn't know when he had arranged this method, and he was just waiting to be verified.

The old man retreated into the courtyard without saying anything, not even inviting him in.

Now just wait for Wen Yan to walk in by himself.

If he were some kind of monster and a little weaker, he might not even be able to step in without permission.

If the monster is stronger and can break in by force, then the moment he breaks in, he will die.

Even if it's not a demon, it will definitely have an impact.

Wen Yan sighed. He didn't know what this old man had been through, and he was so vigilant.

He stepped across the threshold and entered the courtyard.

The moment he entered, the eyes of the wind chime hanging on the door bloomed with red light, sweeping over his body and doing nothing in the end.

Those who targeted monsters and aliens were not punished, but after he entered, there was still a chain locked on his feet.

At the same time, he also received a reminder.

"Trigger the negative buff and seal the chain.

Within the scope of the chain, your True Spirit of Convince enters a deep sleep state. "

Then the next moment, another chain appeared.

"Trigger the negative buff and seal the chain.

Within the range locked by the chain, your Jiejie Shuiguanlu enters a slumbering state. "

Wen Yan looked at the seven or eight chains here, and seemed to be attracted. They were tied to his feet one after another. Each chain temporarily blocked one of his abilities.

But obviously, just seven or eight ban chains are not enough to ban all his abilities.

The old man also felt this, and his expression changed slightly.

Wen Yan spread his hands and said it was none of my business.

"Old man, you believe it now, I really don't have any ill intentions, I'm here for Wang Jianjun.

It’s impossible for you, old man, to still not be able to see that I’m not from your era at all, am I? "

As soon as these words came out, the old man froze on the spot and carefully looked at Wen Yan, who looked too thin and tender compared to people of this era, and the clothes Wen Yan was wearing.

After being silent for a few seconds, he sighed.

"Am I already dead?"

"That's what I heard."

"Where's Jianjun?"

"When I met him, he was already several decades old."

"Has he got a wife?"

"Yes, his wife is very nice."

"Does he have children?"

"It's on the record, but I haven't seen it."

"Are you really from Fuyu Mountain? Or have you joined the Lieyang tribe?"

"It's true that I'm from Mount Fuyu. I didn't join the Lieyang Department. I'm considered a specially appointed expert of the Lieyang Department."

Wen Yan took out his mobile phone, flipped through the photo album, found the photo of his ID, and let the old man take a look.

The old man looked at it, and with just a slight tap of his foot, Wen Yan felt that the ban and restrictions were dissipated, and the concrete chains he saw had disappeared into the ground.

"Did something happen?"

"Old man, do you believe it now?"

"I look at your seal. You really shouldn't see me. I should have died before you were born."

Wen Yan now feels that there may be great danger here.

This old man had just recovered his spiritual energy a few years ago, and when Ah Piao was barely there, he was so fierce. The thing that could make him fall must not be a trivial matter.

Moreover, he just discovered something that might be considered a bug.

The time here was indeed decades ago, but the progress of spiritual energy recovery seemed to be in sync with the current world.

In other words, if the events that happened decades ago happened here again, the power would probably be much more ferocious than the real decades.

Wen Yan thought for a while and then told Wang Jianjun that he had returned to the village and that he was entrusted by others to take away Wang Jianjun. By the way, he also mentioned that Wang Jianjun had become a witch priest.

The old man took a cigarette pot and lit a pot of cigarettes, and listened quietly to Wen Yan talking about these things.

By the time Wen Yan finished speaking, the sky was already bright.

The old man knocked his pipe and pot, and his eyes became sharp.

"The turtle grandson who doesn't know whether to live or die."

Just as he was talking, the door of one of the rooms was opened, and a little kid with a big head and a thin body walked out of it with a confused look. When he saw that there were other people outside besides the old man, the little kid immediately shrank. Go back, reveal half-open head and peek quietly.

The old man waved to him, and the child was a little wary. He walked around to the old man from the other side and hid behind him.

Wen Yan rummaged through his pocket, took out a piece of snack and handed it over.

"Here, try it, mung bean cake, it's delicious."

The old man took it for the little kid. The moment he took it, his hand paused slightly and he took a serious look at the snack in his hand. He noticed the strange power contained in it.

"Thank you." The old man thanked him seriously, and then handed the snack to the kid: "Eat it."

The little kid took the snack, looked at it, then broke off half of it and stuffed it into the old man's mouth. Then he looked at the other side, thought about it, broke it in half again, and carefully handed one half to Wen Yan.

Smiling warmly, he took the snack and stuffed it into his mouth.

When Lao Wang was a child, he looked silly and seemed a little malnourished, but he was taught well by his father and was very polite.

Wen Yan took out a few more candies and gave them to the little kid, telling him to eat one every day and no more.

It was only after the old man accepted it for him that the child dared to accept it.

The old man was not in a hurry to do anything. He told the child that there were boiled steamed buns in the pot and let the child eat it if he was hungry. He had something to do today and had to go out.

The old man returned to the room and pulled out a box, which contained a feather cloak, a strange mask, and some strange ornaments, such as the bones of unknown animals, some skulls of unknown animals, and things like It was a strange wooden stick soaked with blood and then dried up.

The old man packed his things, locked the door, and left home with Wen Yan.

As soon as they left, someone knocked on the door.

People from the village brigade came to knock on the door with several people wearing armbands. One of them shouted loudly.

"Old man Wang, something happened to you, please open the door quickly."

"If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict. You have to understand the policy."

Following the shouting, a trace of green began to appear on the face of one of the young men, and there was a hint of violence in his eyes.

"Why are you being polite to him? This kind of pretentious guy still dares to be superstitious!"

"That's right, the family has reported it. What kind of spirit does he attract?"

The eyes of several young people were full of hostility, and a kid sat behind their heads, constantly blowing and fanning the flames.

Finally, a young man couldn't bear it anymore and took an ax to break the lock.

The moment they stepped into the gate, the gatehouse was like a big mouth, swallowing up the little ghost sitting on the young man's neck, destroying the little ghost on the spot.

The young man carrying the kid seemed to have stumbled and hit his head on the side wall. On the right side of his forehead, a wound three to four centimeters long appeared, and the skin seemed to have been peeled off, revealing the bones underneath.

Seeing blood made these young people even more crazy.

The mysterious power that Lao Lao Wang left here had no effect on the young men with armbands. They rushed into the yard, ran rampant, and pushed open doors, trying to find where Lao Lao Wang was.

In the end, I only found the little kid who stayed at home, and two yellow-faced steamed buns boiling in the kitchen pot.

…

When the sky got brighter, Wang Jianjun woke up, got up, packed his things, and prepared to go to his grandfather's grave to pay homage.

When it was time to set off, the person who finally came to help guide the way was an old man with gray hair and a long, ugly scar on his forehead.

The old farmer told Wang Jianjun that it had been so long that many people did not remember him. No one had paid homage to him for a long time. Except for those who helped with the funeral arrangements, no one else could find his grandfather's grave.