Chapter 489 My Name
Those pictures flashed so fast and urgently that Fu Qingzhou had no time to see the details clearly.
He could only see some fragments in the flash of lightning.
He saw that on the Cloud Climbing Tower, when he was fighting Yuan Zhen fiercely, a cloud of black smoke was hidden between the blood and energy, lingering around him, sticking to his back, and saw the blood cicada burrowing in position, and then got in.
He saw the bloody cicada clinging to his heart, and also saw the black smoke that suddenly enveloped it.
The black smoke turned into a small whirlwind. Carefully and violently, it shattered the blood cicada into pieces bit by bit, and then pulled out the fragments bit by bit from Fu Qingzhou's body and threw them over.
Fu Qingzhou didn't know how much effort the smoker needed to use in this process... but he saw another picture.
In the process of crushing the blood cicada, the jade pendant that Smoker possessed was quickly covered with cracks until it was shattered.
Of course, before the jade pendant was destroyed, it cleverly got into the Mingjian Zhishi Pai.
When Fu Qingzhou sprouted blood wings on his back and flew with Yuan Zhen all the way, blood cicada fragments kept flying out from the wounds behind him, mixed with the blood, and scattered somewhere.
But after doing all this... the smoker didn't stop.
The billowing black smoke began to penetrate deep along Fu Qingzhou's heart and into his meridians!
Where they passed, pieces of ice crystals began to form between the meridians and meridians.
But the strange thing is that Fu Qingzhou himself never felt cold or uncomfortable at all.
When the black smoke penetrated the meridians all over his body, cracks began to appear on the Mingjian Zhishi tablet.
Then, they began to gather at the head and gradually began to wrap around Fu Qingzhou's soul.
At this time... Fu Qingzhou had already escaped from the blood cicada. When he walked through the sea of blood, the black smoke always protected him.
During this process, a golden light shone into his soul.
That golden light is extremely bright and powerful!
It even opened a door directly in Fu Qingzhou's soul, a door to nothingness.
But at that moment, the black smoke surrounding his soul surged over like a mad demon, not only sealing the door instantly, but even counterattacked along where the golden light came from!
At that moment, the Mingjian Zhishipai... shattered.
Fu Qingzhou couldn't see the rest.
The scabbard flew over, and the grand and awe-inspiring light filled everything.
He blinked hard, and all the flashing images in front of him disappeared, and he returned to reality.
"Old, old thing?"
Fu Qingzhou called in his mind: "Are you... still there?"
There was no response.
He squeezed his fist tightly and reached out to touch his waist. When he spread his palm, there was only a handful of broken jade in his palm.
He took a look in his arms and found that the Ming Jian Zhi Shi Pai had long been shattered.
Fu Qingzhou's hands trembled.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly changed the scabbard in his hand to his left hand, and looked at the curse marks on the palm of his right hand.
That was the "curse" that the smoker left on his palm when he left Bailu Mountain at the beginning of the year.
At that time, it said that if it died, Fu Qingzhou would not survive more than seven days.
Looking back now, that was probably a lie... But, what exactly is this so-called curse?
Just as he was looking at the treacherous curse mark, the smoker's voice suddenly sounded in his mind!
"Huh... Mr. Fu, that thing in your hand is a good thing."
Hearing this voice, Fu Qingzhou was overjoyed: "Old man! You're okay!"
"It's okay."
The Smoker sighed: "I just rely on the scabbard to stay alive. We don't have much time, so hurry up and tell me a few words."
"What do you mean?" Fu Qingzhou was startled. He looked at the scabbard in his hand and then at the curse mark on his palm: "You..."
"I can't die, but I can't live either."
The smoker's voice chuckled: "I left this curse to leave a way out for myself, but I didn't expect it to be used."
Fu Qingzhou's pupils kept vibrating as he looked at the curse mark.
He wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't know where to start.
In the end, only three words came out.
"Why?"
He asked softly in his mind: "Why?"
"Why?" The smoker chuckled: "Look, you always learn I don’t know how to listen to what others say... Didn’t I say, before you enter the cave, don’t worry about your identity and your origin?"
"..." Fu Qingzhou felt sad in his heart: "I am. I’m asking you, why do you want to help me to this point?”
"How can there be so many reasons?"
The smoker said quietly: "I have lived a lifetime, witnessed countless intrigues, and been betrayed by countless people. To say how dirty this world is, I know it better than anyone else."
"But...you are different."
"I won't say the rest. I am too thin-skinned to say it."
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"I did want to take advantage of you before, but later, my thoughts changed a bit. I think there are some things that I don't need to do that..."
"Okay, no nonsense."
At this point, Smoker's voice became blurry and intermittent: "Thanks to you getting this scabbard, I can talk to you a few more words. This way, your chances of finding me back in the future will be greater."
"What does it mean to retrieve you...?" Fu Qingzhou asked lightly: "Aren't you right here?"
"Actually, if nothing else, my original body... …should still be there.”
The smoker said calmly: "In order to ensure that you will not be awakened by others in the future, I have exhausted all the power in my soul, leaving only one seed, hidden in the curse mark on your palm."
"When you find my physical body, you can use this curse mark to unite my soul and body."
Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou was overjoyed: "What about your physical body! Where is it!"
"In..."
At this time, the rhythm of the smoker's speech suddenly stopped greatly: "...Mos...River...Valley..."
"Mo River Valley? Aren't you from the Hades River Valley?" Fu Qingzhou asked anxiously.
But the Smoker could hardly answer him, and his tone became weak and anxious: "Remember...my name...Cang...return..."
Finally, its voice disappeared. No matter how much Fu Qingzhou called, there was no movement.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at the curse mark on his palm, suddenly feeling extremely weak physically and mentally.
A huge sense of emptiness engulfed him, and everything around him seemed to be meaningless.
Unconsciously, Hui Jue seemed to be approaching again, but was blocked by the scabbard in his hand.
The golden light vibrated, and Fu Qingzhou didn't feel anything strange at all, but Hui Jue was knocked back again.
"Hui... Jue?"
"Hui Jue?"
While unconsciously waving the scabbard and constantly shaking Hui Jue away, Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized something.
Only then did he remember... The reason why the smoker wanted to lay out "countermeasures" was precisely because of Huijue.
What ultimately led to the shattering of the Ming Jian Zhi Shi Pai was also because of the golden light that poured into his soul... Needless to say who was the initiator.
The real world slowly returned to Fu Qingzhou's sight again.
He raised his eyes little by little and looked at Huijue in front of him.
He clenched his right hand, which was engraved with curse marks, and his knuckles turned white from excessive exertion, as if he was trying his best to restrain the anger that was about to burst out from his heart.
There were no tears on that face, but the unforgettable grief was like a cold steel needle, piercing Huijue deeply.
"Buddha."
Huijue panted lightly and said softly: "Even you can't keep using it without cost. If this continues, you will... ..."
"Shut up."
Fu Qingzhou's cold and calm voice interrupted him, as if he was suppressing a thousand-year volcano that might erupt at any time.
Huijue frowned.
"Buddha..." After a moment of silence, he spoke again.
His voice seemed to lift the last layer of veil on the crater.
Fu Qingzhou suddenly raised his eyebrows, his eyes widened angrily, and a murderous aura almost condensed out of his body!
“I fucking made you—”
He waved his left hand vigorously and roared like a beast: "Shut up!"
The scabbard came out of his hand and flew towards Huijue!
In an instant, unrivaled power surged out of the scabbard. They were like giant dragons coming out of the sea, unstoppable, carrying Fu Qingzhou's anger and grief, and swept the entire Jinchan Temple in an instant!
(End of this chapter)