Chapter 634 (1/2)

Dreamland Guide Kunwuqi 30290K 2022-07-25

Yao Jingjing went to the corner and sat down in front of the small table that can only sit one person face to face. Their faces are less than 50 cm apart, but each other's faces still seem to hide in a thick fog and can't see him clearly.

The waiter came up and asked her what she wanted to drink. She saw that the waiter looked normal. Obviously, she didn't notice the abnormality of the man sitting opposite, and she wouldn't feel the death and cold like hell emanating from this corner.

Yao Jingjing knows that this is the function of spirit. The fog acts on her consciousness. The combination of dream and reality makes it difficult to distinguish between virtual and real. The strength of this person's spirit was unprecedented, which aroused her competitive heart. After three years of hard work, she finally had a chance to test it.

She calmly took a glass of ice lime wine, adjusted her breathing, focused on the fog, and her spirit was like an open bow. With the tension of the bow string, the surrounding space became clearer and clearer. She could see the scabby scars, exfoliated dead muscles and new skin on the face in the fog, like an old cicada molting its shell. But what she was most concerned about was the red curly hair exposed under the cloak. Although the light of the bar affected the resolution of the color gamut, she still thought of the hair she picked up in front of her grandmother's grave, which was determined by the associate professor of the Institute to be European red haired people 3000 years ago.

Yao Jingjing still wants to see more clearly. However, her spiritual support has reached the limit, and she is still unable to build a clear outline of this person's facial features and store him in the memory of the brain. However, the dead spirit was weakening, and she felt the struggle from death to life from him.

The man tapped the table with his long curled nails on his fingers, and a hoarse rusty voice appeared in his throat: ”yes, who taught you?”

Yao Jingjing knows that this is his real voice, not the direct consciousness generated through the spirit, but it sounds more like a voice from hell than the voice just transmitted by consciousness, which makes her goose bumps all over.

She calmed down and replied, ”no one taught me.”

This answer is not a lie, because in addition to the initial awakening of Aoki, only Hou Biao has competed with her in the past three years. She doesn't want to say Aoki's name and the secret of teaching her spiritual power in front of strangers. Aoki has gone for a long time, so long that she has buried him in the deepest place in her heart that she can't even see him. When she thinks of him now, she will only think of a wood, an evergreen tree, an eternal and elusive memory.

However, in the confrontation of powerful spiritual forces, she still couldn't hide what she thought.

”Eh, a tree?” the man was obviously a little surprised. ”Is it this one?”

Yao Jingjing saw a tree in her consciousness. Under the tree stood a man and a woman. At the top of the tree, a big black bird was flying.

She is very familiar with the scene. She thought of the picture stolen from Grandma's house. Isn't this the scene in the picture? But the tree in front of us is more real. We can clearly see the twigs with qiujie and the mulberry fruits with numerous branches, but the two people under the tree are still as vague as in the photo. It can be seen that this person has not seen them, so we can only restore the tree rather than the person.

”No one can learn like you without a teacher. I thought it was under the tree, but I didn't think it was this tree,” the man said.

Yao Jingjing confirmed her guess again, took out the hair, put it on the table and asked, ”who are you?”

The lifeless face hidden in the fog showed a smile, and the dry fingers like carbonized Haloxylon in the desert lifted the cloak at the beginning, revealing a half dead and half new hair.

”I am Ramses, the guardian of the holy land. You can also call me red beard,” said the man.

Yao Jingjing thought the name was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it for a moment. She looked at the strange face and said, ”but you obviously don't have a beard. You only have red hair.”

Ramses touched his chin with his long nails. ”Well, it's not easy to repair the beard. Wait, it's not important.”

Yao Jingjing didn't care if he had a beard and asked, ”why did you dig my grandmother's grave? Where's my grandmother's body?”

Ramses put on his cloak again and said, ”why do you think I dug up the body in the grave? What's the use of it?”