However, in the end, Wuqi was still silent. He was like a helpless child, sitting on the ground weakly, holding his hands tightly, trying his best to grasp something, but found that nothing could be kept, and the only thing he kept was himself.

Realizing this, Wuqi was completely silent. He stopped saying a word or moved for a moment. His whole body was like a stone sculpture that had not moved for thousands of years. He collapsed on the ground, motionless. He was completely trapped in a despair of despair. This feeling made him feel unbearable, like torture, unbearable.

What should I do? Should I stop myself now? Or should I live with this pain and regret?

As soon as he thought of this, Wuqi hugged his head with both hands and cried again. At this moment, he remembered his master Wolson and some past events that were a long time ago.

What happened at that time? Because I was too young at that time, my memory was already a little blurred and I couldn’t remember it clearly. However, there was one thing he remembered very clearly. When he was a child, as long as he was helpless, the master would appear in time, helping himself with his unique wisdom and smile and warming himself.

With this in mind, Wuqi cried even more sadly and his fists clenched tighter. How much he hoped that his master would appear at this time. Although he also knew that even if Walson really appeared, it would not bring much help to his current situation, but at least he could give himself a hug and warm himself.

However, Wolson is dead, and how could he appear, as he saw with his own eyes?

Realizing this, Wuqi felt more and more cold, his body trembled even harder, and his heart seemed to be about to be frozen. He couldn't help but stop and felt a biting chill that was marrow-wrenching.

"What's wrong? Are you crying again? Wuqi."

However, for some reason, at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded. At the same time, a dry and old hand unknowingly put it on his shoulder and patted him gently, as if comforting himself, and seemed very caring.

Who? Why is this voice so familiar?

Wuqi was shocked, and his body trembled for a moment. With questions, he looked behind him. After a glance, he was completely stunned.

I saw that there was actually a person behind me. Moreover, he was too familiar with this person. He was an old man with most of his hair white, but his appearance was not old at all. Although there were traces left by time on his face, his eyes were bright and bright, like two magic lamps, shining and shining.

"Master!!!?"

Wuqi suddenly screamed and recognized the person. He could hardly believe his eyes. He stood up from the ground and was so excited that he couldn't attach himself. He grabbed Wolson's hand tightly and had a lot to say, but before he could speak, he was pushed away by the other party.

"Master, you..."

Wuqi was shocked and didn't understand why Walson did this, but before he could ask, he saw the other party frowning and interrupting himself with an unhappy expression, saying, "What master is not a master! Boy! You have recognized the wrong person!"

As soon as this statement was spoken, Wuqi immediately shook his head. He remembered Master Wolson's appearance the most clearly. How could he admit his mistake?

However, for some reason, he looked up at the person in front of him and was stunned. Because, the person in front of him was obviously the same as his master Wolson, in a flash, the other party's appearance changed, from Wolson's appearance to another face.

He was also familiar with this face. He was also an old man with gray hair, a hunched figure, and wrinkled face. The old man also held a wooden crutch in his hand.

The old man was obviously old and looked very old. Moreover, the clothes he wore were particularly worn. He wore an ordinary black cloth long suit, a pair of faded cloth trousers, and a pair of cloth shoes with three holes on his toes.

The thing in his hand was not a crutch, but rather an ordinary branch, because there was no trace of artificiality, and it was obvious that it had just been broken from the tree.

No matter from any perspective, this is a poor old man, but what is puzzled is that the old man's eyes are unique. His eyes are extremely disproportionate to this old shell. Not only is his eyes bright, but there is also a wise light flashing in the deep sleep of his eye sockets.

This person is not someone else, but an old man Wuqi has never met for many years. He is a thousand-faced man and a ghost hand.

"Ghost Hand Qian!!! You... Why are you here?"

Wuqi was extremely surprised. He remembered clearly that when he visited the other party’s former residence, didn’t the people there say that the other party had re-copied their old careers? What did the other party come here to do?

With this in mind, he was confused in his heart. He really couldn't figure out what was here that could make the other party moved. But when he thought about it, he was stunned for a moment, looked at Guishou Qian in surprise, and asked, "Grandpa, are you here to restore the pill?"

"That's right." Guishou Qian smiled, stroked his beard and said, "Boy, I can't tell, you are very smart! You even thought of this."

Wuqi smiled bitterly. It was not difficult to think of this, because there was only the treasure of Restoration Pill on the top of Jubao Mountain. However, Restoration Pill was clearly what the Thousand Faces told the godfather to ask him to take it, but how did the other party know?

After thinking about this, Wuqi shook his head. This was not what he should have thought. He quickly gave up the idea of ​​exploring it. But when he thought about it, he was stunned again. Because he suddenly thought about something, how did the other party come here?

To come to Jubaoshan, it must go through many tests. Almost every floor below has unimaginable dangers. Although I successfully arrived at the top of the mountain, this was also caused by everyone's concerted efforts.

Moreover, when he entered the mountain, his strength had reached the holy realm. Although his friends had uneven strengths, the lowest one was at the master level, Ghost Hand Qian was just an ordinary person, and he had only one person. In such a dangerous Jubao Mountain, could he really succeed in reaching the top alone?

After thinking about this, Wuqi shook his head again. This was absolutely impossible. Unless the other party was not an ordinary person, but an unfathomable existence with a terrifying strength than the little dragonfly killed by John before, he would not believe that an ordinary person could enter the treasure mountain alone without dying, and eventually succeed in reaching the top.

Could it be that Grandpa Ghost Hand Qian is a super expert who has been hidden in the world for many years?

Realizing this, Wuqi fell into deep thought.

If the other party is really a master of that level, then what level is the other party at? Is it the legendary god? God? In the legend, God is omnipotent, that is, it is good! If the other party is really a god, then Xiaodie and the others will be saved! In this way, I did not choose to self-destruction, which is right.

As soon as he thought about this, Wuqi's spirit suddenly stopped being depressed and he cheered up again.

The next moment, he immediately released his own aura with hope and tried his best to investigate the depth of Ghost Handan's strength.

However, the result disappointed him. He did feel the breath of Ghost Hand Qian clearly, but it was not strong, or rather, not only was it not strong, but what he felt was not the aura of a cultivator at all, but the aura of an ordinary person. In other words, Ghost Hand Qian was not an unfathomable master at all, but just an ordinary person.

After understanding this, Wuqi's head fell down in an instant, and his whole body collapsed to the ground and suffered a huge blow. His eyes were dull, as if he had fallen into an endless abyss, and he fell into despair that was difficult to break free.

Seeing this, Ghost Hand Qian said, "Bang!" He slapped Wuqi's head fiercely and said angrily: "You guy! I have said so many times. Young people should be energetic. They can't stand the blow after less than thirty. How can they live in the future?"

"Grandpa, you don't know me..." Wuqi replied subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he was knocked hard by the other party's crutch again, and he couldn't help but bare his teeth in pain.

At the same time, Ghost Hand Qian spoke again, interrupted himself, and in the tone of his elders scolding his younger generation, saying, "So what if you don't know? In short, it's wrong for you to do this. Young people should have vigorous vitality. They should never do this at any time. Look at how you are now, you are worse than me, are I wrong?"

Wuqi was speechless. The other party said that, but now it is obviously impossible to restore his vitality. Friends and relatives who share life and death with him have all died. How could he recover from pain and sorrow so quickly?

At this time, Ghost Hand Qian spoke again, as if disappointed with Wuqi's reaction. He sighed and said, "You! I don't know what to say about you. I remember you should be very cheerful! Why did you suddenly become like this? Boy, what happened that made you so depressed?"

"Everyone... are dead..." Wuqi pointed to several corpses around and in the distance, and said with a sad face,

After hearing this, Ghost Hand Qianwen looked at the corpse one by one with Wuqi's pointing. After looking around, he finally realized it suddenly and nodded in understanding, showing a sad look like Wuqi, and observing silence for the deceased.

But this look didn't last long. He smiled, like a kind elder, patted Wuqi's shoulder, comforted Wuqi in this way. Then, the wise light in his eyes suddenly flashed, and he put on a rare mysterious state. He looked at Wuqi deeply and asked seriously: "Do you want everything to start over? If you want, I can help you."

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