I am the main soul in the soul banner

Chapter 38 Paralysis
After finishing the inspection work, he locked the door and returned home to the old man.

The son hasn't come back yet.

After eating, I lay down on the bed.

Feeling that he couldn't get rid of his food, he put on the old man's clothes and went to sit in the courtyard.

In the light of the moon, he opened the Soul Honor Banner in his hand.

The ruler is long and respects the soul flag, and it is cold to start.

Refreshing.

It seems that as long as you hold the Zunhun Banner, you will be very stable, and your heart will also calm down.

This thing is an absolute gem.

It's a pity that the old man doesn't know how to use this thing.

I thought about handing it over to the shrine building, but it was delayed for a while, and now I have no intention of handing it over to the old man.

Anyway, those immortal masters didn't know that there was one treasure missing.

There is a lifelike grimace painted on the soul banner.

He has seen it many times.

When I first met her, I was frightened, but now I'm used to it even though I still have a slight sense of horror.

Black background and red border, very delicate.

It was a hundred times more delicate than the handkerchiefs he had seen before.

Tu Shanjun in the Soul Banner frowned, he is no different from being in prison now.

Originally, he wanted to get Li Qingfeng's body away, but this plan was also shelved.

And without the help of the scriptures, there is no way for the old man to become a Qi practitioner.

If you are not a Qi practitioner, you will have no magic power, and you will not be able to activate the Zunhun Banner.

The lack of such a link is equivalent to a direct disconnection.

The road was difficult and dangerous, so the old man didn't think much about it.

Now that I am free, I can study with peace of mind.

"How does the fairy master motivate the baby?"

Thinking about it, the old man poured his inner energy into the Zunhun Banner along the palm of his hand.

Tu Shanjun's eyes widened sharply, and the inner energy that was conveyed had the nature of a trace of mana.

It's just too little.

There is no way to cast the dream spell at all.

But it is possible to let Tu Shanjun affect the Honored Soul Banner.

Tu Shanjun suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Hurry up to mobilize the black air to surge on the soul banner.

Xiang the old man was a little strange.

Why, after instilling inner energy, black mist appeared on this small banner.

And it condensed crookedly.

It's like... words.

"Pouring, inner qi."

"Come more."

Read to the old man one by one.

He was so scared that he immediately threw the soul banner on the ground.

Without inner energy, Tu Shanjun's retreat was directly cut off, and the words on the soul flag dissipated instantly, turned into gray mist, faded, and finally disappeared.

Be ready for the old man.

After staring at it for a quarter of an hour, there was no movement of the soul banner.

Only then did he pick up the soul banner again, and murmured in disbelief: "It can't be alive?"

With suspicion, he injected inner energy into the old man again.

"Inner Qi, come more."

Words did appear on the palm-sized banner, but this time there were only four words.

As a second-rate expert in the arena, old man Xiang has a lot of internal energy reserves.

After midnight.

Until the old man exhausted all his inner energy.

Tu Shanjun shook his head, internal energy is not mana after all.

Although it has a trace of mana, but so much is not enough to extract enough mana to use the dream spell.

It just makes him have a wider range of activities.

"Since Yinhun Pill can help qi trainers to practice, can it help the old man's inner qi to advance?"

Tu Shanjun didn't know if he could, but now he can only be a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The black mist flickered, and the ghost pill the size of an egg rolled out of the black flag and landed on the stone table in the courtyard.

The old man's eyes widened.

Exclaimed: "The baby has laid an egg!"

I only heard that chickens and geese can lay eggs, but I haven't heard that this kind of baby can lay eggs.

And it is also the baby of the fairy master.

This time, the words on the soul banner changed again.

only one.

"eat."

Shout out to the old man.

His eyes were completely filled with fear.

This thing is too weird.

It doesn't matter if you swallow your inner energy, but you can still lay eggs.

Black eggs just don't look good.

And now this thing even signaled him to eat it.

What to eat
Have you eaten this egg?
Tu Shanjun is also very helpless, he really has no choice.

Believe it or not, just look at the old man himself.

If he could continue to improve the quality of his inner energy and get closer to the mana, he would be able to use the dream-entering technique, and he would be able to pass the scriptures to the old man.

Whether he has spiritual roots or not, he can give it a try after all.

Even if there is no spiritual root, there are backhands.

A ghost pill should not kill anyone.

But besides this method, Mr. Tushan has no other way.

He reached out his hand to the old man to touch the Yinhun Pill, but the old man's arm was suspended above for a long time, and he didn't dare to make a move.

He took out a coarse handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it with the egg-sized Yinhun Pill.

The coolness could be transmitted to his hands through the handkerchief.

He dare not eat.

Things of unknown origin should not be eaten casually.

What's more, it's so weird.

Old man Xiang didn't even dare to eat it.

Moreover, for several days in a row, he stopped sending inner energy to the Zunhun Banner.

Without the mana-like inner energy, Mr. Tushan in the Soul Banner can do nothing but continue to study martial arts, scriptures and skills in the Soul Banner.

Tu Shanjun can also understand the old man's thoughts.

No one else would dare to eat it.

The Zunhun Banner looks eerie and terrifying, and the ghost face is painted like life.

Black distorted characters will also appear on the banner, and even black egg-like things will be spit out.

Not to mention that ordinary people dare not take it, even Qi practitioners dare not try the medicine themselves, who knows if they will die.

Tu Shanjun just felt it was a pity.

The big prison is such a good place, I can only stare blankly at it.

With so many criminals, even if hundreds of people died, they would not be discovered.

Moreover, there are countless corpses carried out of the prison every day.

The three-story prison holds tens of thousands of prisoners.

If you can get it all, maybe you can evolve to a top-grade magic weapon.

"Don't rush and be patient."

Tu Shanjun warned himself.

It's true that good fortune tricked people, the old man Xiang didn't hand in the soul banner, and the Qi practitioners in the worship building didn't study it deeply, which made Tu Shanjun's current situation very embarrassing.

I originally wanted to enter the worship building, there are so many Qi practitioners in it, anyone who can get the soul banner can use it.

First put Li Qingfeng's corpse in place, and then assist a banner master to become stronger.

Unexpectedly, a big accident happened, which caused the old man to keep the soul banner in his hands.

All of Tu Shanjun's plans were directly stranded.

Another day.

Old head Xiang put on the black robe of embroidered clothes and guards as usual, and carried a waist knife, and went out with a lantern in the dark.

The moment the door opened, the old man's eyes widened sharply.

Lying at the door is a blood man.

Both hands and feet are tilted aside at abnormal angles.

Falling towards the lantern in the old man's hand, it fell to the ground.

"Son!"

He rushed towards the old man rolling and crawling, and helped his son up.

Check out your son's injuries.

The tendons in the hands and feet were broken, and both legs were broken and weak.

The person is still in a coma.

When the wife who heard the news saw her son at the door, her eyes went dark and she passed out.

When the sun hangs high.

The doctor with the medical kit on his back came out of the door.

"Doctor Feng, my son's condition." The old man hurriedly asked.

The doctor in the square hat shook his head, sighed and said, "From now on, he can only lie on the kang, and he will never stand up again."

"Mrs. Ling is full of qi and blood, this disease can only be cured."

Send the doctor away to the old man, and sit alone at the door.

He is older.

The hideous scars on his face seemed to have turned into deep wrinkles.

The old man froze on the spot, his lips trembling, and his only remaining arm was pressed on the waist knife.

"For so many years, how many people have you offended by handling cases and affairs?"

"Xiu Yiwei, can you die well?"

"You have to try your best to let out the hereditary hundred households."

"They're here for revenge!"

The pale wife shouted and complained to the old man.

As soon as he woke up, he stood by his son's side and washed his face with tears.

Xiang Baihu closed his eyes, his body trembling.

Turn around and walk out the door.

Look up to the sky.

Tears flowed down the wrinkles.

He wants to be strong all his life and act resolutely.

He has solved major cases, made meritorious service, and saved noble people.

In the end it was this end.

In the inner hall, the young man lying on the couch was pale and his eyes were dull.

Turning to look at his mother.

She said weakly, "Mother."

"Mother is here, mother is here." The old woman hastily squeezed her son's hand tightly.

"Mom, I don't want to lie on...the couch for the rest of my life."

"Help."

As far as the eye can see, it is the rat poison used to treat rats.

The old woman shook her head and said, "Son, mother, please ask the best doctor, you will definitely get better."

"Mom, I beg you."

(End of this chapter)