"This is……"

The old man woke up and twisted his neck hard and looked left and right, "Xi'er, why did you tie up grandpa?"

The old man was tied up on the chair by many flowers. Yang Xi approached him with the oil lamp, and the reflection of the flame flashed on the faces of the two people with the wind.

The table in the bedroom was moved away by Yang Xi, and it seemed much empty. Sure enough, when I blew the air at the old man, this guy would wake up.

If you don’t blow, just get close to him and let him sense my breath, you will wake up in about half a cup of tea.

All of the above are lessons learned from life.

Yang Xi found a chair, and the two sat opposite each other, one holding the embroidered spring sword in his hand, looking alert; the other was tied to death with a puzzled look, and the two were just silent and silent.

This is the eighth time. Yang Xi was killed by the old man seven times. The old man wanted to take his house and occupy his body.

"Xi'er." The old man couldn't help but ask, "What does it mean to tie me up?"

"Time is urgent for you, right?"

This was the answer from the bullhead's incorrect words. The old man's turbid eyes were flashing, "I am your grandfather, you should let me go."

Yang Xi asked coldly: "Please explain why you were resurrected!"

After saying that, the bright embroidered spring knife pointed at the old man's left ear. The old man in surprise could feel the coldness of embroidered spring knife at the earlobe. Yang Xi said: "The answer is not satisfied with cutting the left ear!"

"What do you mean? Our family has the ability to resurrection. I was afraid of scaring you, so I didn't talk about this. You let me go first, let's talk about the resurrection."

With a stinging sound, the Empression Chun Dao flashed coldly, and the left ear fell to the ground, and black black blood surged out. Yang Xi said coldly: "I am not satisfied with the answer."

"Boy, I am your grandfather, you are unfilial son."

Yang Xi shook her head slightly. The old man thought Yang Xi didn't believe it, so he quickly spoke, "When you were five years old..."

"Okay." Yang Xi interrupted the old man's story, "I believe you are my grandfather, but I can't let you kill me, right?"

"Xi'er, why did I kill you!"

Yang Xi snorted coldly, feeling resentful, I was killed by you seven times!

"Xi'er, listen to my explanation. Our family has the ability to resurrect. When we die, people will enter a state of fake death and will be resurrected after a certain period of time. This is too horrible. I'm afraid you can't accept it, so I didn't say it."

"I have a question, what is the use of this resurrection ability?"

"this……"

Yang Xi said: "You are 84 years old this year. Can you continue to live for twenty years after you are resurrected? Do you see if your dying body can support you for twenty days? So what's the use of this resurrection ability? If your body dies, will you continue to live as a zombie in the future?"

"You see, I'm gone from illness now and speaks quickly. The ability to resurrect our bodies can restart. Although this body looks very old from the outside, it is actually a very healthy body."

"Then why don't you have a heartbeat?"

"this……"

"Damn it! You don't have the ability to resurrect at all. Either you are not dead or you are dead. I don't know what method I used to breathe a sigh of relief."

"What are you talking nonsense!"

There was nothing on his gradually rosy face, and the old man's eyes contained complaints.

Yang Xi asked: "Is the muscles stiff? The joints are still flexible and movable, but the body gradually becomes hard, the fingers are blood-colored, and the body is pale. Are you sure you are alive? There are corpse spots on your back!"

Yang Xi's face was calm and calm, and a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes.

"What are you talking about? That's the old man spots."

"I've dissected you!"

Yang Xi had really dissected the old man, and this was the third interrogation.

"Xi'er, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Don't talk about these things that are not there. Why do you want to take away my family? What you call immortality is just taking up my body. Do you want to live for another few decades, right?"

The old man sighed softly and said kindly: "Xi'er, I don't know where you heard the rumors. This kind of sayings of taking over the body are nothing more than feudal superstition. The resurrection of our family is actually a big problem. He cannot solve the loss of life. When life is burned out, what is resurrected is nothing but a pitiful thing that is neither human nor ghost.

Your father couldn't stand this pain and chose to commit suicide. When your father fell off a cliff, his spine shattered, and he couldn't stand even if he was resurrected. Later, I thought of a way to fix the spine with iron nails, but I found that his body was dead and gradually rotting...

Back then, I couldn't bear to let go of Zhuang'er, I ignored your father's pain, and still encouraged him to survive, trying to find a way to change the situation. As the days passed, Zhuang'er finally became a skeleton full of rotten flesh, and in the end he..."

The old man burst into tears, and he was filled with tears. He was full of regret, full of love, and full of reluctance. "In the end, I helped him commit suicide. It can be said that I killed him, wuwu...you don't know the pain of the living dead!"

"Men don't cry easily." Yang Xi clapped, "It's just that they haven't reached the touching place. The story is very nice. Look, it's so touched you. Wangjiang Tower still lacks a bookmaker. I think you are quite suitable."

The old man had tears on his old face. He looked at Yang Xi with a sarcastic look in surprise. He didn't understand why Yang Xi didn't believe it. He didn't understand why Yang Xi wanted to tie him up. Yang Xi would not do this with his understanding of Yang Xi. "Xi'er, I am really your grandfather, not an evil ghost. If you believe me, you can confront me if you don't believe it. You can ask what only we know!"

The old man didn't know that he had taken Yang Xi into his body seven times and killed Yang Xi seven times.

"You don't need to explain. I believe you are my biological father. How did my father die? I was killed by you if I failed to take over the body?"

A sharp look flashed in the old man's eyes, but he still said softly: "Xi'er"

"Don't dare to exert force? Sure enough, there is not much energy in your body to consume! The oil lamp is burning out and is it eager to take over the body?"

"you……"

"I only have one question to ask, why are you asking for the truth?"

The old man frowned and said, "Xi'er, I don't understand what you mean. I want the people who seek the truth should be to pursue the truth!"

Yang Xi shook his head, pointed to the foot of the bed and said, "There is a secret lattice at the third brick under the head of the bed, which contains books on spells, and some strange prescriptions and spells. You, my grandfather and grandson are in the same situation. I don't know why you did this!"

When Yang Xi was resurrected for the fifth time, he was defeated by the old man with the quail fire technique and tied to the corner of the wall. He saw the old man take out items from the secret wall with his own eyes.

"Xi'er!" The old man suddenly became serious, "It's getting late, it's time to end."

The old man's momentum suddenly changed. With a whoosh, the flames on the oil lamp soared into the sky, divided into two, two into four, the flames turned into small fireballs and divided into two lines, one attacked Yang Xi at a rapid speed, and the other flew towards the rope that tied the old man.

Dingdang, Yang Xi pulled up the flames under the embroidered sword, and two pieces of burned marks appeared on the bright back of the knife. At this moment, the old man controlled the fireball to burn the rope. He suddenly stood up and pointed his right hand at Yang Xi. At this moment, Yang Xi also stretched out his right hand and pointed at him.
Chapter completed!