Chapter 16

Fu Tong's sword came suddenly, and the person in front of him could not avoid it and was stabbed.

"laugh--"

The thick black smoke emerged from the place cut by the knife. Fu Tong raised his eyes lightly. The next second, he saw Fu Qianyuan retreating backward and turning into a black monster in front of him.

Not the six desires.

His whole body was covered with black fog, and the branches and leaves were woven around him, as if he had three heads and six arms in a moment, his eyes were half blue and half red, and he looked straight at Fu Tong.

Fu Tong casually turned the knife: "Ghost Wood Box?"

The monster laughed hoarsely and didn't say anything. The branches and leaves around him shook heavily. Almost at the same time, the black box inside opened again, and more than a dozen people wanted to crawl out of it, and rushed towards Fu Tong with a ferocious face.

But it only appeared in less than half a minute and became ashes under Fu Tong's knife.

The monster in front of him was still laughing: "It's worthy of being Yazi."

Fu Tong was too lazy to speak to it. When his fingers moved slightly, the black knife hooked back. When he broke through the air again, the direction was not to the monster in front of him, but to the nigger wooden box on the coffee table.

The monster was startled and no longer had the calmness it had before. He had red eyes and wanted to go around Fu Tong. Fu Tong didn't stop him, and laughed at the monster lazily, and then when it was only half a meter away from the coffee table, he gently

He snapped his fingers.

"Bang--"

After a loud bang, a very obvious knife mark appeared on the ghost wooden box. The monster screamed and could not support it. He knelt half-kneeled beside the coffee table. The black mist and branches and leaves covering the body retreated as they all retreated, hiding the hidden ones below.

His face was completely revealed.

It's not twenty-eight or nine years old, wearing modern shorts, half-kneeling there and panting in a mess.

Fu Tong walked over slowly, his fingers slightly hooked, and the knife that stabbed into the box returned to his hand.

He held the knife, his voice unraveled: "I really didn't expect you to be so weak."

The monster let out a low and hoarse smile in his throat: "Of course I can't compare to you, I can even use such a ruthless move on my old lover."

Fu Tong raised the knife expressionlessly.

The monster groaned with a muffled sword, and now he couldn't hold on anymore, so he knelt down at Fu Tong's feet.

Fu Tong pressed the tip of the knife on the wooden box: "Do you still say it?"

A little fear appeared in the monster's eyes. The ghost wooden box was its body. When it was in the box, no matter how sharp the blade was, it could not hurt it at all. However, once it was separated from it, with the knife in Fu Tong's hand, five or six strokes were enough.

Let its soul fade away.

It lowered its head and stopped talking.

Fu Tong glanced at it lightly: "You dare to provoke me even if you are so weak, tell me."

The monster waited for half a minute but didn't hear anything else, so he couldn't help asking, "What are you saying?"

Fu Tong smiled and spoke like Fan Xiu had when he asked Huang Lang before.

"Name."

"Canghuai."

"age."

"……have no idea."

"gender."

“…it can do anything.”

"Hometown."

"Long Xunshan."

Fu Tong paused for a moment, gently rubbed his fingers on the box surface a few times: "Who carved the patterns on your body?"

Cang Huai was silent for a few seconds: "I don't know."

Fu Tong pressed down slowly against the knife.

Canghuai panicked: "I really don't know this, I feel very wronged. I was originally a locust tree on Longxun Mountain. I have never done anything bad. Who knew that when I woke up, it turned into a box for no reason.

There are such an ugly monster living... I don't like that pattern, it's not good-looking."

Fu Tong raised his eyes: "What did you say is not good-looking?"

Canghuai saw the patterns on Fu Tong's knife at this time and immediately choked: "...those monsters are not good-looking."

"It seems like you are not a monster." Fu Tong looked at him, "You did all the things in Longdu recently?"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no need to survive. Cang Huai, he shook his head quickly, "Those monsters were not derived from me, but were just kept here by someone who didn't know what to do."

"That is, you are innocent?"

“Yes, yes.”

Fu Tong sneered: "Well, Fu Qianyuan is outside, and he said that I can do something cruel to my old lover, and it was someone else who said it for you?"

Cang Huai: "..."

Canghuai regretted not being the first.

He shrank back: "...I didn't mean it, I knew you had lived on Longxun Mountain before, and came to find you just to ask you to take me back, but those monsters are kept by me, and they are eyeing you,

I can't control it, I'm still controlled by them."

Fu Tong didn't believe it: "You have the best chance?"

Canghuai was anxious: "What I said is true! I am a serious monster at least. Isn't it that unconscious monsters. Is it strange to have desires in my heart? Besides, who doesn't know about the monsters that came out of Longxun Mountain and you and

Who is Fu Qianyuan? Those who are a little smart will not provoke you, okay? We are fellow villagers at least, can we have some basic trust?”

Fu Tong lifted his knife and patted the side of the box.

Canghuai suddenly became timid: "No, I mean-"

The following words suddenly stopped halfway, replaced by heavy breathing. Fu Tong turned his head and found that Cang Huai's eyes had become half red and half blue again, and his expression gradually became ferocious, holding the tea table

Keep trembling.

Fu Tong lowered his eyes, and the tip of the knife stabbed the crack on the box surface.

Cang Huai woke up from the pain and was stunned: "I..."

Fu Tong interrupted him: "Needless to say, how many six desires do you have?"

Cang Huai counted for a moment and spoke honestly: "I can't count clearly."

It's a headache.

Fu Tong frowned, pondered for a moment, then looked up and said, "In this way, aren't you sober now? Go back and control those things first, and take you to the Monster Bureau tomorrow morning, and clear out the things inside...

”

Cang Huai looked at him with anticipation.

Fu Tong raised his eyes: "After you clear out, you will go back to Longxun Mountain by yourself, no one will give you it."

Cang Huai: "...Okay."

He wiped his face: "Then I'll go in first. Just call me if you have any questions. Don't worry, there is a crack in the box. You can hurt me at any time, and I can't come out."

Fu Tong nodded and lit the box with the handle of the knife a few times. Cang Huai understood, closed his eyes and pressed his eyebrows, and quickly disappeared from the spot.

The surroundings return to silence.

Fu Tong closed his eyes tiredly, sat there for more than ten minutes, and suddenly heard the doorbell ringing again.

He held the knife and went to the entrance and slowly unscrew the door. It turned out to be Fu Qianyuan again. It seemed as if he had just arrived from outside, and he was wet from head to toe.

Seeing Fu Tong, his throat moved a few times: "Cub--"

As soon as he said a word, Fu Tong pursed his lips and waved the knife in his hand directly towards Fu Qianyuan's face.

When it was halfway through, it stopped.

The tip of the knife was pressed in front of Fu Qianyuan. Fu Tong raised his eyes and spoke without a wave: "What are you here to do?"

Fu Qianyuan's eyes were not given to the knife in front of him, and he looked at Fu Tong without a moment: "I miss you."

"I don't miss you." Fu Tong took back his knife. Before he could close the door, Fu Qianyuan on the other side noticed his intention and raised his hand to press the door before Fu Tong moved.

He lowered his head, and his eyes finally fell on the black sword, with deep eyebrows: "This knife...you still have it."

After hearing this, Fu Tong almost threw the knife in his hand out, but the knife had been with him for more than 1,500 years, and it became a spirit inside. As soon as he felt something was wrong, he shrank in and stuck to Fu.

Same as in hand.

Fu Tong struggled for a few moments without breaking away, feeling that this was really like the shape of the owner, as if it was the same shameless.

This knife was given by Fu Qianyuan.

Dragon blood is the bone, dragon scales are the blade, and even the patterns on it are carved by Fu Qianyuan himself.

It stayed in Fu Tong for 1,569 years, the first sixty years, its name was Qianyuan, and the next five hundred and nine years, it became an unknown knife.
To be continued...