Chapter 325 Untouchable

Liang Yan sighed after hearing this. To find out the origin of this Dumb, he would have to find the group of Tomb of the Dead disciples who escorted him that day, but this was simply not feasible.

Not to mention that all the original disciples had been killed by the evil doctor valley master, even if there were still a few survivors alive, Liang Yan would never dare to set foot in their sect again with the relationship Liang Yan had formed with the Tomb of the Dead. .

After knowing that he got nothing from Ning Wantang, Liang Yan said goodbye, turned around and left the alchemy room, and rushed to his guest room.

When he pushed the door in from outside the room, Ah-Dai was sitting in front of a coffee table, staring at his hands with a dull face, not knowing what he was thinking.

Liang Yan ignored him and poured a cup of tea on his own, then drank it all. He raised his head to look at the sky, then counted the time with his fingers, and said to himself: "There is still about a stick of incense left before noon. Why don't we practice the Dao Sword Sutra again and see how this dumb guy reacts?"

Thinking of this, Liang Yan glanced at Ah-Dai casually, but at this glance, he was slightly frightened. Because at this moment, Ah-Dai took out a carved dagger from somewhere, with a twisted and struggling look on his face.

"Dumb?"

Liang Yan thought he was going to sneak attack him, so he almost subconsciously bent his knees and assumed a fighting posture. In fact, Liang Yan was not afraid that Ah-Dai, a mortal, would cause any harm to him. It's just that he has always been alert, and this time it was just an instinctive reaction.

However, to his surprise, not only did Dumb not stab him with a dagger, he instead stabbed himself in the heart with a fierce look on his face.

"what are you doing!"

At this moment of lightning, Ah-Dai's dagger stabbed him very quickly and accurately, and Liang Yan was still two or three feet away from him. He couldn't help but exclaimed, his feet were like wind, and he pushed forward with one hand, directly pushing Ah-Dai onto his back.

Being pushed by him, the dagger that was originally aimed at his heart lost its accuracy and passed through his left armpit, only cutting a piece of clothing.

When Liang Yan saw him falling to the ground, he immediately stepped forward, snatched his weapon with his hands, put it into his sleeve, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Dui's "suicide" failed, and he didn't seem to be discouraged. His face was still neither sad nor happy, so he stood up from the ground, patted his butt, and sat down on the edge of the coffee table again.

When Liang Yan saw this, he secretly said, "What a danger!" The reason why he could stay in the valley was all because of Ning Wantang's concern for Ah-Dai. He also made an agreement with Ning Wantang that as long as he took good care of Ah-Dai during these forty-nine days, he could help him refine the sword-raising pill.

If there was anything wrong with this guy, all his hopes would be in vain, and he would be driven down the mountain immediately. And now that he has lost all his spiritual power, even with his physical strength, he can only fight one-on-one with the monks in the Qi refining period. If someone from the Tomb of the Dead is hunting for me nearby, wouldn't that be like sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?

Fortunately, he was discovered in time. If it had been a moment later, Dumb would have died by now. Liang Yan reached out and touched the cold sweat on his forehead, sat down on the other side of the coffee table, and said kindly:

"Brother Dumb, everyone is destined to die. If you want to die, there is no need to rush. When Liang regains his magical power, takes the sword-raising pill, and leaves the Evil Doctor Valley, you can die however you want."

While pouring himself tea, he observed Ah-Dai's reaction. He saw that this man's eyes were clearly dull and his face was dull. The decisive look he showed when he committed suicide just now seemed to be just Liang Yan's hallucination.

"It's strange, this man is so good, why did he stab himself in the heart? And could this dagger be found in the valley when I went to the alchemy room?"

Liang Yan put the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip, then looked at Ah-Dai in front of him again. He glanced at this person and suddenly noticed the seven-foot-long cloth strip behind Ah-Dai.

"I don't know what is wrapped in the linen cloth. Could it be a weapon?"

Liang Yan frowned slightly and thought to himself: "No, I go out to make elixirs every day, so I can't let this guy keep a murderous weapon with him. If he wipes his neck on a whim one day to pay for it, how can I, Liang Yan, Don’t you want to take the blame?”

When he thought of this, he stopped drinking tea, stood up almost immediately, and reached out to touch the long cloth strip behind Ah-Dai.

However, just when his right hand was about to touch the long strip of cloth, Ah-Dai, who seemed harmless to humans and animals, suddenly made a lightning move and caught him steadily at a speed that was so fast that even Liang Yan could not see clearly. wrist!

Suddenly, a breath as strong as a mountain came. Liang Yan's eyes froze, and he instantly felt that his right hand was suppressed by a huge mountain, unable to move at all.

"you!"

The hair on Liang Yan's body stood up. His first subconscious reaction was that this person was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. His true strength was really unfathomable!

However, the next moment, when he calmed down, he found that Dumb just reached out and clasped his wrist without making any further movements, as if just to prevent him from touching the long strip of cloth.

And as long as he no longer reaches forward, the breath that makes him breathless will not appear.

Liang Yan took a deep breath to calm down, and then whispered to Dumb: "I won't touch the things behind you, and you don't hold my hand, okay?"

After hearing this, Dumb's eyes were still staring straight ahead. He didn't even look at Liang Yan, and he didn't know if he listened.

Liang Yan saw this and said again: "I'll count one, two, three, and let's withdraw at the same time."

"one two three!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah-Dai actually let go of his right hand. Liang Yan was overjoyed and immediately stepped back until he was three or four feet away from Dumb, almost touching the door. Then he stopped and looked at his wrist.

I saw a deep red mark left on the wrist of my right hand. Just now, when Ah-Dai grabbed it casually, he almost made his mouth bleed.

Liang Yan has been practicing Taoism for seven or eight years, and he has never slacked off in practicing the Hunhun Kung Fu every day. Although he has lost all his spiritual power, his physical strength alone is enough to rival ordinary disciples at the ninth level of Qi Refining. I didn’t expect that today, I couldn’t resist this dumb guy’s casual grab!

He looked at Ah-Dai from a distance and saw that he was still sitting on the edge of the coffee table with an expressionless face. Although he did not have any spiritual power in his body, how could Liang Yan treat him as a mortal now?

However, Liang Yan was not afraid at this moment. On the contrary, what he was thinking at this moment was: "This Dumb is indeed not an ordinary person. It seems that what happened last night was not a coincidence. My practice of "Tao Sword Sutra" may have its consequences." Got it!"