Haunting Spectre Road Chapter 102:
Zhang Di's figure finally disappeared outside the open door, which seemed to signal the official disintegration of the alliance.
Lone Star Han stood in the same place, already dry in his eyes, Yu Chuanbo looked at him pityingly: "Actually, if you are not sure to win the taboo of blood, then there is no need to stay with us and you may stay with us in the future. There is still a chance." Lonely Xinghan shook his head slowly: "I am not Zhang Di, I am a disciple of Taoism. Since I was very young, my master has taught me the principle of giving up my life for righteousness. If any disciple is in front of a monster, I can use it in the future. If revenge is an excuse for escaping, who will save the people that day?” He put the sword back into the scabbard: “I will defend the reputation of Taoist disciples even if I die!” The pendant hanging on the Longquan sword swayed gently as if to indicate The Dongli in front of him has long been a precarious place of death.
Lone Xinghan, two of them returned to Chengdu before they got up. I have experienced the torture of the sheep, and I feel exhausted, especially if I have been worried about whether the sheep is angry or not. The two walked down the road in despair. Suddenly they felt a refreshing smell floating around them. The familiar smell hadn't been smelled in recent years. The two raised their heads like electric shocks and shouted together, "Sheep?!!!" Panicked. Looking back and looking back: "Are you here?" Gao Gao also turned around in panic and looked around with helpless eyes. There is no slight movement in all surroundings as usual. Is it really just an illusion? Retracted in disappointment, hoping that they could not see the sheep standing right in front of them! Six years of life and death yearning for the brotherhood of blood and fighting is enough to add an extra layer of melancholy and sadness to the eyes of the sun. The spirit body of the newly reborn sheep is still very weak, unable to communicate with mortal humans, and cannot let them see themselves. At this moment, the sheep can only quietly look at the two remaining comrades in arms and watch intently. Without them, I am afraid I would never have the opportunity to stand here, right? For a long while, the sheep slowly stretched out a hand to cover the forehead and the whole body jumped like it was electrically stimulated. A warm feeling flows gently from the forehead into the body. This is exactly the situation when the sheep input mana to them.
"Sheep?! Are you really here?" Confirmed that the sheep was standing in front of them, crying in ecstasy: "You are finally born again!" At this moment, he heard clearly for six years. I didn't hear the voice: "The appointed day is coming. Give him my things. I want to resurrect everyone. Let's start." As if unable to adapt to the decisive battle, he froze for a while and knelt down with tears. Gao Gao immediately understood that the sheep had already called for another decisive battle and knelt down. The difference was that there were only two of them kneeling here. A satisfied smile appeared on the sheep’s face. He slowly raised his hands and raised his hands to his chest, looking up at the sky, muttering:
"The golden eyes have once again come to the world. God’s messenger escaped from the devil and hatred under the iron nail of the pillar of shame. It is not the relationship between water and fire. Through the loyalty and divine righteousness of the virgin gate, I sincerely ask God to grant me Wait for the power of revenge."
A dazzling golden light from the sheep’s forehead spread to Gao Gaohe’s body through his palms. It didn’t take long for the golden light to gradually dissipate. The sheep smiled and looked at the two men who were still kneeling on the ground: "Six years of hatred is finally reported. . Remember what I said, I went..." The spirit body is gradually dissipating and raising his head is full of tears. Is the day when the brothers gather finally come?
In a three-story apartment on the outskirts of Chengdu, the beast gently stroked the bird’s cheek and said, “I’m going to take action and I’m going to take back our ghost version. This crisis is very serious. I can't escape." The bird gently looked at him and kissed his lips and said, "Do you need my help?" "No" Beast Beast shook his head and said, "You can't take action. Your body is weak enough, you are here. Wait for my good news. Wait for me to take his head to eliminate your curse." A trace of anxiety flashed in the little bird's eyes: "Then what if you can't win?" The beast smiled sadly: "There is only one who cannot win. It's just death. After all, it's easier to die than we are now alive." The little bird watched with tears dripping in his eyes for a long while, and the beast seemed to be unable to see her approaching like this again. The beast surrounded the bird's waist with one hand and the other hand picked up a blood from the ground and gently rubbed it on the bird's bandage. The contrast of white and red seemed to show the relationship between the taboo of blood and death.
He has been sitting on the tree for a long time, even longer than the height and staying time below. "Sheep...After all, you still won't let me go..." His white wrist dropped his hand low. The last string of amber beads kept rubbing against the rough bark: "I have no choice. If someone really wants to disrupt my plan, I can only fight to the death... I will be different in six years. ……"