C1177 The Truth of the Great Calamity(2)
The truth of the Great Calamity.
Finally, he did not cough up blood this time.
This tea carried a unique fragrance. Every single drop of tea contained a difficult Spirit Patterns.
Old man of the gatehouse's aura was also recovering at a speed that the naked eye could see.
"Senior, I wonder who you are?" Qin Sheng took a deep breath. He knew that there was no way he could hide it anymore. The identity of Prince Consort from the previous dynasty was very sensitive.
Some of the 'survivors' from the previous dynasty were paranoid and decisive. If the Royal Family of the Great Yan Dynasty knew that Qin Sheng was the Prince Consort from the previous dynasty, not only would Qin Sheng not be able to protect himself, he might even implicate the entire Qin Family!
Of course, the First Royal Family would never be affected by anything.
Old man of the gatehouse smiled indifferently and said: "I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, I won't reveal anything about you to anyone. Besides, with my identity, I wouldn't do such a thing. "
Qin Sheng felt relieved when he heard this. He smiled and said, "So senior is also from the previous dynasty. "
Old man of the gatehouse shook his head. He denied it and said, "I am indeed from the previous dynasty. But I am not a Royal Family from the previous dynasty. I have never thought of using the Revival Great Li Dynasty. "
"After the Great Calamity, there are no more Dynastys. Moreover, in front of the Great Calamity, Dynastys and Royal Familys are destined to only be a pile of rubble! " Old man of the gatehouse spoke about some of his past deeds, especially when he mentioned the Great Calamity. His muddy eyes were filled with complicated emotions, as if he had recalled many past events.
"Ten thousand years have passed. The world has changed. " Old man of the gatehouse sighed.
His sigh made Qin Sheng feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His hair stood on end.
Qin Sheng looked at Old man of the gatehouse in fear. What did he mean by ten thousand years had passed, what did he mean by ten thousand years have passed?
Didn't this mean that Old man of the gatehouse's lifespan had already exceeded ten thousand years?
This was absolutely impossible. There was no possibility at all.
Even a Saint realm expert couldn't possibly have ten thousand years of lifespan. Furthermore, with the limitations of the Thirty-six Dynasty of Wasteland's territory, it was impossible for Saint realm expert to exist!
The Myriad Forms realm was already The Most Powerful!
Qin Sheng looked at Old man of the gatehouse's stooped body. It was as if he was as weak as the wind, but it contained a trace of a hair-raising aura.
Suddenly!
Old man of the gatehouse smiled mysteriously. There's something dirty in your body," he said. I'll help you pull it out!"
Qin Sheng felt his eyes sway, and a strong force rolled over. A withered hand grabbed his shoulder, and a sharp pain came from it. The other hand pressed hard on his zodiac.
"Sneaking around, come out!"
Old man of the gatehouse shouted. Like a clap of thunder, a large cluster of lightning snakes poured down. In an instant, it illuminated the entire thatched cottage.
"Awoo! Awoo! Awoo! ~~”
A sharp cry was heard from the thatched cottage. A blurry grey shadow was pulled out by Old man of the gatehouse. It was very illusory, and it had a ghostly aura. It carried a poisonous aura that was so dense that it could drip water.
The resentful spirit was very ferocious. It was like a bone that was attached to Qin Sheng's body.
These vengeful spirits were contaminated by the site of the previous dynasty. Even the yellow spring fire could not purify them. One could imagine how terrifying these vengeful spirits were.
Old man of the gatehouse kneaded the vengeful spirit into a ball with all his strength. After that, he lit a flame on his finger. The temperature wasn't high, but it was enough to cause the vengeful spirit to let out a sharp scream.
"Puchi ~"
Old man of the gatehouse swallowed the vengeful spirit in one gulp, and in the end, burped. . .2
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