Chapter 818 Knife Mouth, Tofu Heart

Meng Ziyi was stunned for a moment, and suddenly used the pulp of his finger to stroke the pattern of the scabbard. When he felt a different softness than before, his hand shook violently, and he almost threw the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand.

Fortunately, he was in control, and the Demon Slayer Sword did not fly out, but just slipped from his hand to the ground.

Because it just fell on a stone, there was a crisp sound between the collision.

Meng Ziyi faintly heard a muffled groan.

It sounded like a mosquito, it was very small, but he had good ears and could hear it clearly.

He stretched out his hand to pick up the Demon Slayer Sword, but stopped when he was about to touch it.

Then, he stretched out a finger and poked at the scabbard, and just after touching his finger, it quickly retracted like an electric shock.

Mencius Yi paused for a moment, and his expression was dazed for a moment.

After a while, he changed to hold the hilt of the Demon Slayer Sword.

There was no discomfort to the touch, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding the Demon Slayer Sword in one hand and Hua Ling's "corpse" in the other, he just stood there for a while.

Thinking of something, he suddenly called the bearded man and said to him, "Help me get that picture scroll."

His hand holding the hilt freed a finger to point to the grass somewhere.

The bearded man looked down his fingers and found the picture scroll that had fallen into the grass, and was taken aback.

He became more and more certain that this master monster hunter was not completely blind. Like those who are really blind, their eyes are either glued together with their eyelids, and they are blind at first glance, or their eyes are white. There is no light, and those eyes are no different from normal people.

He had seen such a half-blind person before. The man could feel a little light during the day, but he couldn't see it very well, but at night he couldn't see anything.

Therefore, this is definitely the case with the monster hunter in front of him. Otherwise, the paper figure was obviously moved by them, how could he find the paper figure's position accurately? And the picture scroll, which happened to fall in the grass, and they didn't find it, how could this monster hunt master see it?

When the bearded man handed over the scroll, Meng Ziyi slapped the paper figure in his hand into the painting.

The bearded people were stunned.

Bah! With just one shot, the paper man actually entered the painting!

Originally, there was nothing in the painting except a few fluttering veils, but at this time, there was a woman lying in it, even in a casual lying position, people could read the amorous feelings. At this time, she closed her eyes. , can't see the clear and clear eyes, the aura of all kinds of amorous feelings becomes stronger.

Meng Ziyi did not have a dummy hand, so he rolled the picture scroll by himself, put it into the painting tube, and hung it on the sword behind his back like when he came.

He returned the bamboo hat to Beard, packed his bags, and turned to leave.

The bearded man said to his back: "Master, I will no longer hunt those animals casually in the future. Thank you Master for saving your life!"

Big Beard didn't expect him to respond to him, but he didn't want that person to suddenly say: "Look at the skeletons of those people under your feet, they have never hunted these beasts, but they are still poaching their hearts, demons are demons, they won't be because of you I won't kill you without hatred..."

Several people watched the inscrutable blind demon hunter walk away, leaning on the demon slaying knife in his hand, and disappeared from everyone's field of vision in a short while.

Although the monster hunter's words are very reasonable, several people have already had a shadow in their hearts after this incident.

"After this last order of business, let's stop..." Bearded said.

Several others nodded.

Mencius has embarked on a journey of being alone again, and he has long been accustomed to living alone.

only……

He finished eating a big cake in a few big bites, and was resting against a big tree. In the past, he would hold the Demon Slayer Sword across his thigh, almost inseparable from him, but at this time, he "looked" at the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand with a strange expression.

"I'm sorry, Master, I've caused you trouble." A soft voice came from the scabbard, still a little weak, with a bit of apology, "At the critical moment, I didn't think too much, so I attached Yuanshen to on this scabbard."

Meng Ziyi pursed his lips slightly and asked, "How did you do it?"

"Does the master mean the primordial spirit is out of the body? This is a secret. The secret of my escape, how can I tell anyone casually, and the master can't." The woman chuckled softly, listening to the soft, like a bag of warm water from Poured over the apex.

Meng Ziyi was silent.

Nan Xun knew that he liked to be quiet, so she didn't speak again, and now she was pretending that her primordial spirit was injured and she was weak.

However, this quiet atmosphere was broken by Meng Ziyi himself. He took the initiative to ask Nan Xun, "When will it be restored?"

Nan Xun said sympathetically: "I know that I have caused a lot of trouble for the master, but it cost me a lot of energy to attach to the scabbard. It is too weak. If I pull it out at this time, it is very likely that my soul will be dissipated. I am more than the master. I want to go back to the painting. This scabbard..."

Meng Ziyi's brows moved slightly, and he rarely asked, "What's wrong with my scabbard?"

Nan Xun whispered: "Although the master cherishes it very much, but you walk on it every day, and there is a lot of dirt underneath, I... I'm not used to it."

Meng Ziyi pursed his thin lips a little, and said lightly, "I didn't ask for it myself."

Nan Xun let out a low voice and silently swallowed the bitter fruit.

"Master, I can recover a lot in half a month at most. I will return to the painting at that time. I would also like to thank the master for sending my real body back to the painting."

Meng Ziyi didn't speak, and there was no expression on his face.

After the rest, he set out on the road again, but this time, instead of leaning on the Demon Slayer Sword, he picked up a sturdy wooden stick from the ground as a crutch. net.

Nan Xun laughed sullenly. Knife mouth tofu heart, hum.

Xiao Ba suddenly let out a snort, "The big boss's evil thought value has actually dropped again."

Nan Xun quickly asked, "How much did it drop?"

Xiaoba: "It dropped by 0.1."

Nanxun: ...

Suddenly I feel that the road to eliminating evil thoughts this time is very long. But in the advanced world, it is understandable to be slower.

After another hour, Mencius passed a small backward village.

People in this village rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, but recently, people in this village have not dared to go up the mountains.

It is said that the mountain is haunted.

The villagers would rather dig wild vegetables nearby to eat than go up the mountain.

"Master, are there really ghosts on the mountain?" Nan Xun asked suddenly.

Meng Ziyi said lightly: "Can't you smell the demonic energy? Then do you think there are ghosts?"

Nan Xun snorted, "I can smell some demon qi, but I can't smell ghost qi. Master is so powerful, I can definitely smell it!"

Mencius' eyelashes trembled slightly as his soft and soft voice unconsciously carried a hint of blind worship and trust.