Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 11 The beautiful moon appears in the ghost arena at night

Meng Xiaolei left with his last and probably most wanted question.

Since time travel, this is the first person to die in front of Wu Meng.

He had imagined the swords and shadows and intrigues in the world, he had imagined killing enemies with his own hands, or grudges with pleasure.

But he didn't expect that the first person to die in front of him would be his patient...

Wu Meng didn't know what expression to make for a while.

There was a strange emotion filling my heart. It couldn't be called sadness or sympathy, but more of a sense of gratitude and a hint of melancholy.

"The time is just right."

Just when Wu Meng was silent, a whisper rang in his ear.

Wu Meng was frightened.

When he turned around, he saw Wang Shisong walking nearby at some point, staring at Meng Xiaolei with faint eyes.

Is the time just right?

Wu Meng was confused for a moment and then remembered, wasn't this exactly what he said when he apprenticed as a disciple half a year ago?

At that time, Wang Shisong pointed to two plants of lizard grass that looked sluggish but actually had mature medicinal properties for evaluation.

Wu Meng picked up the moongrass and replied, "The time is just right."

Now, when he heard this sentence again, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity in his heart that he couldn't even believe.

The scenes of the two days seemed to overlap at a certain angle.

The withered moongrass...

Meng Xiaolei whose life is passing...

The time is just right...

So, Meng Xiaolei is just a medicinal herb?

Wu Meng had goosebumps on his neck and a chill on his back, not from the howling wind and snow outside the door, but from the incredible association.

Turning his head, Wang Shisong looked at him with a half-smile.

"teacher……"

Wang Shisong suddenly took a step closer, his figure seemed to be infinitely taller, and Wu Meng was completely included in his shadow.

"The time is just right, why not pick it?"

Wu Meng couldn't answer.

He couldn't identify any medicinal properties from Meng Xiaolei's corpse, so how could he talk about picking it?

Is it possible that he needs to take out the broken heart and lungs?

The pressure from Wang Shisong became heavier and heavier, and Wu Meng was soaked in cold sweat.

Just when his heart was about to sink to the bottom, the pressure suddenly relaxed, and Wang Shisong turned into that harmless little old man again.

He dragged the side of Wu Meng's face with his hand and said slowly: "I have called you teacher a thousand times, and I will give you a magical prescription. If you can learn it, I will teach you everything you have learned in your life. If you learn No, you and I can’t live apart from this day-to-day master-disciple relationship.”

Changes come and go quickly.

Before Wu Meng could recover from the shock of the previous moment, Wang Shisong had already turned around and left.

and so……

Where is the recipe?

Wu Meng raised his eyes and looked around, and finally fixed his eyes on Meng Xiaolei.

If Wang Shisong's magical formula is a puzzle, then the only way to solve it lies with Meng Xiaolei.

Is the time just right?

Is this the only clue?

Wu Meng frowned, thinking, while tidying up Meng Xiaolei's body.

When it got light, Meng Xiaolei's body had been moved to the backyard.

Looking at the cold corpse that had long lost its temperature, yesterday's scene came to mind again.

"You are a disciple of Chuanxin Buddha, so you should be able to cure it, right?"

Meng Xiaolei didn't care about his own life or death at all, so the wound that needed treatment was naturally directed at someone else.

Good month.

A familiar yet unfamiliar name emerged in my heart.

Meng Xiaolei was buried the next day with the money he received for medical treatment.

Although he was suspected of being compared to a medicinal material by Wang Shisong, Wu Meng did not touch any organ on his body and allowed him to be buried intact.

The location is located in a barren mountain not far away.

The tombstone is a wordless monument that I don’t know what to engrave on. Wu Meng placed three sticks of incense in front of the tomb, poured another pot of wine, and turned to leave.

A few days later, in the front hall of Daocang Pavilion.

"Meng Xiaolei? Sorry, doctor, I've never heard of this person."

"Not really a character, but he was often beaten to bruises."

In the past few days, Wu Meng has asked no less than five patients about this name.

But the amazing thing is that no one knows him.

It's strange, but it's not hard to understand. No one has a few pseudonyms when traveling in the world.

But with Meng Xiaolei's rough-headed character, he doesn't seem to be such a meticulous person.

"What about Jia Yue? A woman with this name."

"I don't know him either, Doctor Wu."

"What about the men?"

"what?"

Wu Meng quickly shook his head: "It's nothing."

After not getting any news for several days, his thoughts were developing in an unspeakable direction.

He really regretted burying Meng Xiaolei so early, otherwise he could at least find the person through his true appearance.

Wu Meng gave up hope and asked casually: "Have any of the disciples of Jueshan Palace been reported missing recently?"

"Never heard of it."

"Okay." Wu Meng stood up to see the guests off.

Walking to the door, the man suddenly said: "Although I have never heard of what you are talking about, there is a guy who may be able to match him."

"That man's name is Meng Si. He broke through to the bottom of the stream a few years ago. Instead of going down the mountain to make a career, he became a ghost. He often got bruises all over his body."

Wu Meng was slightly shaken.

"Ghost Lei?"

"It's a shady arena. There are several martial arts fights every month. The dealer will give odds based on the outcome. You can bet to win money, or you can participate in the competition."

Isn't this just black boxing?

Meng Si, the last name is quite suitable.

After careful questioning, the body shape and personality matched up one by one.

He was often seriously injured, and there was also a reasonable explanation.

This Meng Si is probably Meng Xiaolei.

A few days later, Zishi.

In an empty cave not far from Daocang Pavilion, Wu Meng walked in wearing a mask and a black cloak.

There are several arenas in the cave. It is quiet outside, but there is a lot of people inside.

This is the location of the legendary Ghost Lei.

After Wu Meng made many inquiries that day, he learned that the ghost lei was located in a cave not far from Daocang Pavilion.

Among Wu Meng's several patrons in the past six months, three are regular customers of Guilei.

If you want to participate in the ghost contest, you need to have an anonymous ghost lottery guaranteed by an acquaintance, and each person is limited to one.

Wu Meng begged for one, and today he will cover up and come here to open his eyes.

It is worth mentioning that although Ghost Lei fights fiercely and often causes injuries and injuries, there are not many cases of killing people.

After all, the people fighting in the ring are most likely from the same sect of Jueshan Palace.

Some do it to earn resources for martial arts training, and some do it to hone their skills, but it is difficult to have deep hatred.

This is also the fundamental reason why Ghost Lei has existed for so long.

Wu Meng mingled among the crowd watching the ring, sometimes visiting, sometimes stopping to listen, and quickly figured out the detailed information about the ring.

In the center of the cave, the largest arena is used for high-profile master duels. This arena is usually filled with low-level warriors who have already made a name for themselves, and rarely second-rate masters.

The east side arena is second, usually a contest between ordinary low-ranking players.

The standard of the arena on the west side is the loosest. There are no restrictions on martial arts level. You can fight or sparring as long as you give enough money.

(End of this chapter)