What Should I Do If I Can’T Die?

A servant walked in carrying a wooden bucket and saw Song Shi next to the wellhead. He was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ghost?!"

After finally going home, Song Shi became a ghost in the eyes of others. Song Shi was depressed and slapped him away from the air.

brush!

He immediately caught up with this guy and trampled him under his feet, and said angrily: "Which of your eyes thinks that this young master is a ghost?"

The bucket rolled out, and the real feeling of the blow brought the servant back to his senses. His face was so frightened that he begged for mercy: "Young hero, please spare my life. I don't have enough experience. I see so many things."

"Tell me, where are you from? Who lives in Song Mansion?"

Song Shi questioned.

"Young hero, this is the residence of the Song family. Mr. Song is the master."

The servant replied with a grimace.

Song Shi frowned: "Where is he?"

"The master is out. I heard that he is visiting the famous martial arts masters and immortal cultivators in the city."

The servant pointed out: "Young hero, our master is a master of Innate."

Song Shi thought thoughtfully: "What's his name?"

"Song Hai, he is the one known as Song Tieshou."

The servant said proudly, thinking that Song Shi was afraid, so he thought to himself: "Our master is now a famous martial arts master in the city."

"Fourth brother!"

Song Shi was shocked. In their generation, there was only one man who learned martial arts.

The fourth son, Song Hai.

As for the reason, it is true that Song Hai's talent was very good and was recognized by Mr. Qin, so he was sent to the Divine Palm Gang to practice, similar to how Song Jia was sent to the Spirit Communication Sword Sect.

"Who are you?"

Hearing Song Shi call the master "four", the servant took a sneak peek and found that it was indeed a bit similar.

"I am also from the Song family, please take me to find him."

Song Shi tells the origin.

Song Hai was the only peer with whom he had a good relationship. The first time he went to a brothel, he took him with him...

"The son of the Song family? Aren't all the men of the Song family almost dead?"

The latter suddenly thought of something, and felt creeped out, crawling back in fear.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not a ghost."

Song Shi knew as soon as she saw this guy that she had misunderstood him, so she walked out angrily, and in the blink of an eye there was no one around.

When he turned around, he couldn't see Song Shi. The servant turned pale and rolled away.

In order to avoid trouble, Song Shi flew directly out of Song Mansion and landed in an uninhabited alley. His thoughts dispersed and many voices came.

"Buy the steamed buns. They are freshly baked. Don't miss them if you pass by."

"Have a bowl of Yangchun noodles, less spicy."

There were many hawking sounds in his ears, and Song Shi said thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation is much better, and business has recovered a bit."

As he walked out of the alleyway, some lively scenes appeared in front of him. There were not many people, but there was a bit of a worldly atmosphere.

"After a year of chaos, we have finally settled down a bit. I hope this life can last a few more days."

"It's difficult. Even though Daqian regained Jinzhou, the price was huge. Now all kinds of monsters can walk around in the city."

"Hey, common people like us can't afford to offend him. We just hide away. It's better to die than to live in vain."

Looking at a restaurant, Song Shi learned from some discussions that Jinzhou was recaptured by Daqian and temporarily stabilized.

"It seems that the rebels have been in decline recently..."

Song Shi is actually a little happy, not only because Jinzhou is his hometown, but also because he actually prefers stability.

Even though he is in the Demon Sect now, he still feels that Dagan is more suitable for this city than the murderous Demon Sect. After all, many people in Jinzhou lost their lives because of people in the Demon Sect.

It looked a bit like the scene from the past, and Song Shi was in a trance for a moment.

It seems like yesterday that he was living a dandy life, but now he is thriving in the Immortal Cultivation World.

"I'm no longer a mortal, so I'd better disguise myself a little bit."

The air around Song Shi was distorted for an instant, and when he turned around a street, he looked like another person.

He used the Thousand Transformation Technique and transformed into a young man. He was still himself, but he looked like he was twelve or thirteen years old.

Walking around the neighborhood, Song Shi saw some familiar faces, but most of them he didn't recognize. These people basically fled from other places and finally settled here.

"Come over and watch the masters fight!"

"Who's fighting?"

"I heard that it was enshrined by Song Tieshou and the Sun family. He is a young master and an old famous master. He is very promising!"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the street ahead, and a group of people shouted and rushed into the distance. It sounded like they wanted to watch a show.

"Melon-eating masses."

Song Shi's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his legs and walked over.

The reason why he is so easy to do seems to be his fourth brother's nickname. If there are no mistakes, we might be able to meet him.

After finally going home, I still have to see my old friends, so I can't go in vain.

Song Shi's steps were light and she looked leisurely. In fact, she was faster than some runners. In an instant, she arrived at the gate of a luxurious mansion.

This mansion looks even more grand than his Song family. There are two giant lions standing at the door, which are majestic and domineering.

However, at this moment, the head of one lion was broken, with an extra slap mark, and its position was not symmetrical with the other one.

Half of the lion's head fell to the ground. There were several footprints beside it, which were deeply sunk into the floor. Many stone slabs were simply broken.

Next to it, two figures were fighting each other quickly. One had a goatee and his feet were like sharp knives. He kicked out at a dizzying speed and landed on the bluestone floor from time to time, smashing into pieces.

The opponent with the goatee was a young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a strong physique. All his kung fu was in a pair of dark palms, which made a dull sound when he touched the opponent's sharp knife-like feet.

The destructive power of the two men was not small, and the area within ten feet was a mess. When they struck, the wind and waves spread, causing waves of roaring sounds.

Song Shi saw the young man and grinned: "This guy actually became an Innate, which is quite impressive. I remember he didn't go home for three years."

He recalled some things from three years ago in his mind. At that time, he still couldn't see what Song Hai's strength was, but he just heard that the other party would not come back for a long time.

Now that he has transformed from a mortal into a Gold Core monk, he can even easily kill ordinary Gold Cores. Song Hai, who was originally more powerful than him, suddenly looks like he is fighting an old man in slow motion.

Song Hai's whole body was steaming with heat, and his hands were dark red, as if filled with fire. He could tell at a glance that they were iron sand palms.

At first, he had the idea of ​​​​cultivating both internal and external skills, but he did not expect Song Hai to become Innate with this skill.

"The explosive power of Iron Sand Palm is strong, but the basics are still a little bit poor. If you keep playing, you will lose more than you win."

Song Shi muttered, and sure enough, not long after, Song Hai began to fall into a disadvantage.

"It seems that Song Tieshou cannot defeat this older generation master."

"The arms can't hold up the thighs, let alone the hands. I think the iron palms can't hold up against the legs."

"You know what the heck, this is obviously a lack of skill, this is the fundamental!"

The melon-eaters hiding in the aftermath were pointing and pointing, making people think they were all masters.

When Song Hai heard the discussion, he became anxious and his movements became more and more erratic.

At Dakoumen, a middle-aged man in brocade robes sneered: "Song Hai, if you want to get something, you are not good enough."