The Legend of Douba Resurrection

Just as Furukawa's mind was gradually sinking into his body, he suddenly felt drowsy, and the speed of fighting energy in his body also began to speed up abnormally.

"Huh? Something's wrong, who is it?"

Furukawa suddenly opened his eyes and shouted angrily.

Years of experience as a strong man allowed Furukawa to remain vigilant, and he discovered a fact that horrified him, that is, his soul power seemed to have been tampered with.

Following Furukawa's loud shout, the powerful soul power and fighting spirit in his body suddenly revived, that strange feeling finally disappeared, and his body returned to control again.

"Phew! The alarm is off."

Furukawa touched the sweat-drenched clothes on his chest and slowly let out a mouthful of foul air.

"Who the hell? I can quietly tamper with my soul power without my knowledge. I am a sixth-grade pharmacist!"

Furukawa's two white hands hanging on his knees were quietly clenched.

"Could it be the strong hermit hidden in the [-] mountains in the imperial capital? No, it seems that this is impossible. I have never met them."

Furukawa immediately denied his own idea.

"Could it be that someone left a dark hand when they approached me before? No, it is absolutely impossible for someone to leave a dark hand in front of me."

Furukawa is obviously very confident in his own strength.

"The person who plotted against me should be around here. If he doesn't dare to show up now, he's just a coward. I should find him and pester him. Hmph, this is the Misty Cloud Sect, and there will be Misty Cloud Sect later. The strong come to clean him up."

After speaking, Furukawa quietly closed his eyes again, and began to slowly release his soul power to check his surroundings inch by inch.

"Hmph, this time you see where you hide, I will definitely find you out."

Furukawa's face with sharp water chestnut angles quietly curved into a beautiful arc.

"It's possible to hide here, here, and here..."

The majestic soul power spreading from Furukawa's body split into huge tentacles and rushed straight towards those suspicious places.

"Come out, little thief, um! No one is there."

"This way..."

Another transparent soul tentacle turned around and went straight towards a dark corner.

Once, twice, three times...

Furukawa tried his best to collect suspicious people who might exist in the vicinity over and over again.

"No one, no one, no one, how could it be? How could it be possible! How could there be no one?"

Furukawa opened his closed eyes and said in shock.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

A slight breeze blew into the room through the window, and Furukawa suddenly felt that the room became inexplicably cold.

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Drops of sweat slowly slipped from Furukawa's forehead, and finally dripped onto the bed.

"Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?!"

Furukawa finally couldn't stand the tense atmosphere and roared out of composure.

And in Furukawa's view, this cat-and-mouse trick is simply the greatest humiliation to him.

Furukawa finally exploded...

After roaring hysterically for a while, Furukawa was still greeted by an empty room.

"Hu! Hu! Hu!"

Furukawa leaned on the collapsed edge and panted heavily.

"Since you're tired, lie down and rest."

Suddenly, a slow old male voice appeared in the room. This voice seemed to come from all directions, and he couldn't find his direction at all.

"Pfft!"

Furukawa, who was supporting the edge of the collapse, felt that he had suddenly lost control of his body, and fell down from the collapse as softly as if he had no bones, and rolled twice on the ground.

In the end, Furukawa's body was facing upwards, and his face was facing the roof, lying weakly on the ground paved with cold bluestone.

"Ahem...hehe."

Furukawa coughed once, then chuckled twice.

At this time, his heart calmed down instead, and the mysterious protagonist finally appeared on the stage.

Furukawa also saw tonight that he didn't seem to be in danger of his life, because it was obvious that this mysterious person was teasing him or teaching himself a lesson.

"Ahem, who is Your Excellency? I, Furukawa, have always been kind to others. I don't know when I offended Your Excellency?"

Furukawa asked while lying on the ground.

The coolness from the bluestone floor on his back woke him up instead, but he really couldn't figure out how he could offend such a mysterious strong man.

"On the way of refining medicine, the seventh-rank pharmacist can be called a master, the eighth-rank is the master, the ninth-rank is the saint, and the tenth-rank is the legendary emperor."