Priest of the Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 210 Luo Qian's Proposal

Picking up the gold box on the table, Luo Yi took out a banknote.

This is a banknote worth [-] yuan. It is blood red on it, as if it has been soaked in red ink. A coolness comes from the fingertips of the banknote, followed by a smell of blood.

This is the origin of the Qili Corridor Long Street incident, and it is also an admission ticket.

A ticket to an endless graveyard.

Everything in front of me began to fade rapidly, and the prosperity in front of me instantly faded to depression. In the blink of an eye, the place in front of me was Raffles City, and it was clearly a wild road.

The red bills in Luo Yi's hands were not hundred-yuan bills at all, but yellow paper money stained with blood.

Luo Yi looked around, and the surroundings were typical hills, with low slopes, cut and broken, no certain direction, and no obvious veins.

At this moment, he was halfway up the mountain, surrounded by weeds half a man's height high, and further away there were some small forests more than ten meters high. There was no cooking smoke, houses, and even wires could not be seen.

Typical isolated place.

"There seems to be some changes here." Luo Yixin said.

It's only been less than a month, and he feels that this place seems to be even more desolate and colder.

Climbing to the top of the mountain, at the foot of the mountain in the distance, there is a cemetery that can't be seen at a glance. In the middle of the cemetery stands a dilapidated log cabin. With Luo Yi's eyes, you can even see that the door panel of the log cabin is still intact. There was a rusty black coffin nail.

The second time he came here, Luo Yi was already familiar with the road, the Scarlet Ghost Domain unfolded, and he arrived in front of the wooden house in ten minutes.

The dilapidated wooden door was half covered, and a dim candle was shining inside.

Through the swaying and twisting firelight, a group of continuously twisting shadows appeared on the ground, which looked a little scary.

Luo Yi raised his hand, and was about to knock on the door when a vicissitudes of voice came from inside.

"Come in, junior."

Luo Yi didn't hesitate, and just pushed the door open and entered.

It was still a simple wooden house decoration, a thin old man sat behind the old-fashioned wooden table with holes, sipping tea alone, his face was yellow and black, and his eyes did not light up until he saw Luo Yi's arrival.

Seeing this scene, Luo Yi felt a little touched. Everything here was almost the same as when Luo Yi first came here.

It felt as if the old man had never moved his position since he left.

He has been waiting, maybe waiting for someone to come, or maybe waiting for death to come.

A lot of the rhetoric that was originally planned has been completely wiped out at this moment. After all, Luo Yi is not worthy of negotiating conditions with him, whether it is in terms of strength or contribution.

Luo Yi suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, old man, is your body still in good shape?"

Luo Qian raised his eyelids, his eyes were gloomy after the firelight, and he didn't answer the conversation immediately, but pushed over a cup of tea as if he was meeting for the first time.

Luo Yi didn't care, he pulled a stool and sat across from Luo Qian, and the two of them sipped tea across the dancing flames.

"Whether my body is strong depends on whether you young people work hard enough." Luo Qian said calmly.

"How do you say that?" Luo Yi asked curiously.

Luo Qian took a deep look at him and said: "If you grow up faster, I can be freed one day earlier. If it is too slow, maybe one day I will suddenly not want to care about it, and I will just let go and leave."

Luo Yi lowered his brows, he understood Luo Qian's words, now Luo Qian is already hanging his life by supernatural powers, the only thing he can't let go of should be this cemetery.

If Luo Yi's generation of ghost masters is strong enough, he can pass away with peace of mind. If his strength is too weak, he will choose to end his life, regardless of the flood after death.

"The old man said hurry up, where did he go?" Luo Yi asked.

"Just move forward half a step." Luo Qian took another sip of tea. He drank tea very slowly, taking only a small sip each time. According to his speed, drinking a cup of tea for half an hour would be absolutely fine. .

Maybe that's how he passed the time here.

"Half step!" Luo Yi's heart was shocked, he knew his own situation, as long as he took another half step, he would become a real sacrificial god. At that time, the improvement in strength might not be obvious, but he really transformed himself into spirits.

Whether it is physically or consciously, it is a ghost and god through and through.

At that time, the methods and abilities of ghosts and gods will be truly revealed.

If he can't take this step, Luo Yi will still have shortcomings, and he may be killed by people or evil spirits.

But if you take this step, the sky is high and the birds are flying, and the sea is wide and the fish are leaping.

The evil ghost does not die, he does not die, at most he will be trapped, and his life will no longer be in danger, and only at this point can he dare to say that he has become a real chess player in this world, and is no longer a chess piece.

"This half step, I'm afraid it will take some time!" Luo Yi shook his head and smiled wryly. This step is the process of quantitative change leading to qualitative change. It seems that there is only a small difference, but there is a difference of hundreds of thousands of miles.

A more figurative metaphor is like the gap between ordinary people and the current Luo Yi.

That is not a strength advantage to fight against a group, but a huge gap in the enemy's country.

"If you want, I can help you!" Luo Qian slowly turned the ceramic teacup in his hand, with an inexplicable look in his eyes, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"Help me?" Luo Yi's heart was shocked. This sentence carried a lot of weight. As the seven-man team of the Republic of China and the owner of the cemetery, it was absolutely impossible for him to lie, and Luo Yi never doubted whether he could do it.

"But." Luo Yi was entangled in his heart. To become a real ghost and god, this kind of temptation is beyond ordinary ghost masters to become a different kind.

From Feng Quan's madness, to Xu Feng's unscrupulous methods, to Yang Jian's narrow escape.

Even when the mysterious recovery was coming to an end, among the twelve captains at the headquarters, there were still people who hadn't made it this far.

Just from this point of view, you know how difficult this step is.

Luck, strength, temperament, and timing are even the slightest difference, and they will not succeed.Even if the successful people let them do it again, no one can guarantee that they can complete this transformation smoothly.

Luo Yi was silent for more than ten minutes, and Luo Qian didn't rush. Although he didn't have much time, he was willing to wait for this little time and was patient.

"Forget it, I still want to rely on myself for this step." Luo Yi finally rejected Luo Qian's proposal.

After saying this sentence, Luo Yi felt that a big stone in his heart was removed, and his whole body relaxed a lot.

"Why?" Luo Qian said flatly.

"I once helped someone control two evil spirits, and the control was very successful, and the balance between the evil spirits was also very good, but the strength of this ghost driver will never be comparable to the ghost driver who controls two evil spirits himself." Luo Yi said.

What he was talking about was Tong Qian, only her evil spirit was silenced by Luo Yi and put into her body, and then he used the ability of worshiping gods to maintain the balance. Others such as Zhang Han, Meng Yi, and Luo Yi all used evil The ghosts are given to them, and they are allowed to control them by themselves, and I am only selected as an escort to protect them for a while.

"A difference of one point in spirituality is a difference of ten. I am very aware of the deviation. Maybe I will die in the hands of others because of this slight difference in the future. I don't want to bet, and I can't afford to bet."

After hearing this, Luo Qian shook his head and let out a long sigh: "What a pity!"

(End of this chapter)