Super Farmer Onmyoji

"Master!"

Lin Hai was startled suddenly, and came to Yimei: "Master! Are you okay! You... what's wrong with you?"

There was no expression on Yimei's face, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Isn't it?! Could it be... Could it be that the master has returned to the West?!"

Tremblingly, Lin Hai wanted to stretch out his hand to check his breath, but then thought that the current Yimei is just a soul, and there is no way to breathe.

"Master! Master!"

Lin Hai called several times in a row, but did not respond with a single eyebrow.

Lin Hai was in a hurry: "Master, you can't die! Master, hey, you lied to me, and you haven't told me how to get out of here yet? You can't leave me alone! Hey, you are over 100 years old , you can't lie to children..."

Yimei opened his eyes suddenly: "It's so noisy!"

"Wow?!" Lin Hai took a step back in fright, stretched out his hand and waved in front of Yimei: "You... fell asleep?"

Yimei sighed quietly, and his tone became a little heavy: "I'm going to die soon!"

"Ah?!" Lin Hai frowned: "Dead? Are you kidding me? Aren't you a soul? Why are you still dead?"

One eyebrow said: "You don't know, when you released me from the soul-sealing altar, the countdown to my life had already begun. Generally speaking, the soul can survive for an hour, and after an hour, it will be gone. , disappear in ashes!"

Although the time of knowing Yimei was very short, the old man Yimei was a good person, and he also taught himself his own skills. Now hearing that he was about to die, Lin Hai couldn't help feeling sad, just like his own. Like a loved one who is about to leave.

Lin Hai choked up and said, "That's not right, Master, don't you see that there are lonely ghosts all around? Aren't they all gone?"

"Nonsense!" Yimei's beard twitched: "I am a cultivator, how can I be compared with those lonely ghosts? This soul-sealing altar is a magical tool. Once the souls of ordinary people are sealed in it, they will soon disappear." My soul flies away. Fortunately, my spiritual power is still relatively deep, so I can barely hold on until now. Remember, as long as our spiritual power is exhausted, our kind of cultivators will lose their souls! Of course, we call this process 'immortal death'!"

"Master...Master..." Lin Hai's chest seemed to be blocked by something, and he was so uncomfortable that he couldn't speak.

"You are a kind child. Your future cultivation depends on your own good fortune! By the way, what is your name? This person is old and his memory is not very good!"

"I..." The back of Lin Hai's head was dripping with cold sweat: "Master, my name is Lin Hai!"

"Oh, Lin Hai!" Yimei smiled slightly: "Thank you, thank you for allowing me to breathe the fresh air outside at the last moment of my life, although the air here is not so fresh, but I am also very content It's gone! After so many years, my black-hearted junior brother must have died long ago, hahaha, I will soon go to another world to settle accounts with him. It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!"

"Master, you are so optimistic!" Lin Hai wiped off his cold sweat.

"Hahaha——" Yimei's voice gradually weakened, and his soul gradually dissipated, turning into a faint shadow.

Lin Hai shouted: "Master, you haven't told me how to get out from here yet?"

Yimei's voice came faintly: "Destroy the Tongtian Pillar...you will find the exit naturally...but you have to be careful...here...there are mausoleum guardian monsters here...earth dragon...earth dragon...earth dragon... "

Yimei's voice stopped abruptly, and his soul disappeared without a trace.

Lin Hai stood there in a daze, looking at the empty ancient tomb, his mind went blank.

The circumstances of life are so wonderful, he was just an ordinary person, a bit introverted, a bit boring, but now he has become a psychic, or a disciple of Shushan School.

OMG!

Life is a fucking roller coaster, it's so exciting!