Black ghost?!

Why does this old man come to my place in the middle of the night?

My vigilance was immediately raised, and my energy and energy were released.

Sure enough, there was a black ghost wearing a thin layer of unlined clothing outside the door. He was holding a flashlight in one hand and a thermos bucket in the other.

After hesitating for a moment, I put down the Tianguan Blade, mainly because it was a bit eye-catching, and thinking about the weirdness and unusualness of Uncle Wugui, and then I pulled out a short knife wrapped in a leather sheath from the side of the backpack placed beside the bed.

, tucked it into his lower back, pulled out his shirt to cover it, and then opened the door.

The seaside was windy at night, and the sea breeze with a faint fishy smell flowed into the room, making it really cold.

I squinted my eyes slightly and looked at the old man who was close at hand, and asked with a smile: "Uncle Wu Gui, it's so late, do you have anything to do with me if you don't sleep?"

"I'm getting older, and I don't get enough sleep. I can't sleep for more than a few hours!"

When Uncle Wu Gui saw me turning away, he followed suit and walked into the room. Then he turned off the flashlight, put the thermos bucket on the only small table in the room, then sat down on the stool next to him and said: "

I saw that you didn't eat anything at night, so I guessed that the food on our dock wasn't to your liking, so I brought you some food."

I became more and more confused about what he meant, but I still responded: "I'm from Shanxi. I can't get used to eating fish and shrimps on the beach. I always feel like I'm not full."

Uncle Wu Gui laughed: "It's a coincidence. I heard that you Shanxi people love to eat noodles, so what I ordered here happened to be noodles."

As he said that, he opened the thermos bucket, which contained steaming plain noodles. He pushed the thermos bucket and said, "Try it. The noodles in southern Fujian are lighter. Let's just have a couple of bites. Let's eat together tomorrow.

We are about to set off. It will be difficult to have a full meal when we reach the sea. The boat is rocking and rocking. Those of you who have never made a living on the sea cannot adapt to it. There used to be a young man like you.

People from the north will vomit whatever they eat when they get on the ship. In just half a month, they have become so thin that they have lost their shape. It’s so pitiful. Before you get on the ship, just eat as many bites as you can!”

Of course I wouldn't be stupid enough to eat these inexplicable plain noodles. Who knows if they are clean inside? I pretended not to hear him urging me to eat. I smiled and sat down on the bed and asked tentatively: "You really care about the younger generation."

, my brothers are also from the north like me, I don’t know..."

"I didn't go to them..."

Uncle Wu Gui suddenly said: "I just feel close to you. I always feel that you are like my nephew. I just saw that you were very busy in the afternoon. I wanted to come and talk to you several times but never had the chance. I couldn't sleep at night.

I just came over to see you, and I was worried that you would be hungry, so I specially made some food for you."

Close?!

It seems that I haven't said a few words to him today, right?

Out of caution, I didn't respond.

Then the black ghost uncle asked me some questions one after another. He never mentioned important things such as the 11th District. He was like an old man next door. He only wanted to inquire about my personal situation, including my personal situation.

family, family situation, etc.

I didn't know the purpose of his visit, and I was already wary of him, so I just responded vaguely and refused to go into too much detail.

"Look at me..."

Uncle Wu Gui held his forehead and smiled bitterly: "After all, I'm getting older. I don't know what to do when I see a young boy I like. I just treat him as my nephew, but I forget that you are also a member of the world. Dao Dao

Those who work for a living at the top have some superficial exchanges, so don't worry about it. I'll take my leave now. You can go to bed early."

As he said that, he stood up holding on to the table. When he walked to the door, he turned around and said, "It's very cold at the beach. Eat a bowl of some noodles to keep yourself warm and sleep well. Don't worry, the old man has no ill intentions towards you."

After saying that, he left.

It wasn't until his figure disappeared into the night that I suddenly woke up.

He... actually left like that!?

I think it's very strange, and it's too inexplicable.

After glancing at the plain noodles on the table, after much hesitation, I went to Lao Bai's end and fetched the Golden Silkworm Gu King, and also caught Er Baldy.

A Golden Silkworm Gu King and a Three Corpse Gu King stayed around to watch Uncle Wu Gui for a long time. Finally, the two bald men told me with great certainty - this is just a bowl of plain noodles, and there is absolutely no poison in it!

Could it be that Uncle Wu Gui came to my place in the middle of the night to bring me a bowl of noodles?

I can't understand it more and more.

Of course, I absolutely refused to eat this bowl of noodles, so I finally found a trash can outside and threw it away.

That night, I couldn't sleep very well. I kept thinking about Uncle Wu Gui's intention for his sudden visit, but in the end it was all in vain. I really couldn't figure out what this old man wanted to do.

I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up, took out a blank notebook from my schoolbag, took out a pen and started writing and drawing on it.

What I recorded was the Tianguanjue performed by Wei Xiangzi to me last time in Yanshan Longting. This is the secret art of the Liguan sect. It originated from Shengwu Tianguan. There are three thousand avenues in the world, so the Holy

Wu Tianguan evolved three thousand hand techniques, all of which were extremely mysterious. At that time, I deeply memorized each of the hand techniques. They were engraved in my heart like a brand, so I came out of Yanshan Longting.

Later, I thought about recording these tricks as a way to supplement and continue the broken Tianguan Road.

However, when I actually started writing, I started to have difficulties.

Obviously these techniques are imprinted in my mind, but I can't describe them all with a pen. It is a mysterious and mysterious feeling, just like interpreting the great road of heaven and earth. No one can describe in words what the Tao is.

Even I can only say - Tao can be Tao, but it is very Tao.

That's all.

Tianguan Jue gives me this feeling of powerlessness. The more complicated the handprints at the back are, the harder it is to record them with a pen. On the contrary, I have a clearer impression of some simpler handprints and I can record them after careful consideration.

Come on, this is what I'm doing right now.

However, even these simple mudra are more complicated and profound than Taoist mudra. I haven't been able to fully understand any mudra yet, but I have an intuition - the use of these mudra is completely different from Taoist mudra.

Each Taoist handprint is designed to utilize its own aura, but I think these handprints are more like single symbols. Only by truly understanding what they represent, and then combining and combining them, can the real power be unleashed.

For several hours, I only recorded one fingerprint in my notebook.

Before I knew it, it was already dawn.

At about seven o'clock, when the sun was shining brightly in the east and dyed the entire dock with blood, the fishing ground outside suddenly became noisy, and it was a bustling crowd.

I leaned on the window and took a look outside, and saw many members of the sea gang gathered around the ship we were going to use to go out to sea. There were loud gongs and drums, and some kind of sacrifice was being performed.

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Chapter completed!