What If I Can't Die? Chapter 204

, what should I do if I can't die

A servant came in with a wooden barrel, saw Song Shi next to the wellhead, was stunned for a moment, then opened his mouth and screamed.

"Ghost?!"

After finally going home, he became a ghost in the eyes of others. Song Shi was depressed, and slapped him flying across the air.

brush!

He caught up with him in an instant and trampled this guy under his feet, and said angrily, "Which way do you think this young master is a ghost?"

The bucket rolled out, and the servant came back to his senses from the real impact, his face was deformed in fright, and he begged for mercy: "Young hero, spare your life, the slave is not knowledgeable enough, what is rare is more strange."

"Tell me, where did you come from? Who lives in the Song Mansion?"

Song Shi questioned.

"Young man, this is the residence of the Song family. Master Song is the master,"

The servant replied with a bitter face.

Song Shi frowned: "Where is he?"

"Master has gone out. I heard that he is visiting famous martial artists and cultivators in the city."

Jia Ding pointed out: "Young man, our master is a natural master."

Song Shi was thoughtful: "What's his name?"

"Song Hai, he is called Song Tieshou."

The servant said proudly, thinking that Song Shi was afraid, and said to himself: "Our master is now a famous martial artist in the city."

"Fourth brother!"

Song Shi was stunned. In their generation, there was only one boy who studied martial arts in middle school.

The fourth son Song Hai.

As for the reason, it is true that Song Hai's talent is very good, he was recognized by Elder Qin, and was sent to the God's Palm to practice, similar to Song Jia's being sent to the Spiritual Sword Sect.

"You are?"

Hearing Song Shi calling the master four, the servant secretly took a look and found that it was indeed similar.

"I'm also from the Song family, take me to him."

Song Shi told the calendar.

Song Hai is the only peer with whom he has a good relationship, the first time he went to the brothel was brought by him...

"The son of the Song family? Didn't the men of the Song family die almost!"

Suddenly, the latter thought of something, his hair stood on end, and he crawled back in fear.

"What are you afraid of, I'm not a ghost."

Song Shi saw this guy and knew that he had misunderstood him, so he walked out angrily, and there was no one in the blink of an eye.

Song Shi couldn't be seen when he turned his head, the servant's face turned pale, and he scrambled and ran away.

In order to avoid trouble, Song Shi flew directly out of the Song Mansion and landed in an uninhabited alleyway, his thoughts dispersed a bit, and many voices came.

"Buy buns, just out of the oven, don't miss them when you pass by."

"Have a bowl of Yangchun noodles, less spicy."

There were many hawking voices in his ears, and Song Shi thought thoughtfully: "It seems that the situation has improved a lot, and business has recovered."

As he walked out of the alleyway, some lively scenes appeared in front of him. There were not many people, but there was a bit of red dust.

"It's been a year of chaos, but it's finally settled down. I hope this day can last for a few more days."

"It's difficult. Even though Dagan recaptured Jinzhou, the price is still very high. Now all kinds of monsters and ghosts can walk around in the city."

"Hey, we ordinary people can't be provoked, we just hide, it's better to live than to die."

He glanced at a restaurant, and from some discussions, Song Shi learned that Jinzhou was retaken by Dagan, and he settled down for the time being.

"It seems that the rebel army has been in decline recently..."

Song Shi was actually a little happy in his heart, not only because Jinzhou was his hometown, but also because he actually tended to be stable.

Even though he is now in the Demon Cult, he still feels that Dagan is more suitable for this city than the murderous Demon Cult. After all, many people in Jinzhou lost their lives because of the Demon Cult.

Song Shi was in a daze for a while looking at the scene that looked a bit like the past.

The dandy life seems to be just yesterday, but now he is flourishing in the world of cultivating immortals.

"I'm not a mortal anymore, let's put on a little disguise."

The air around Song Shi twisted for an instant, and when he turned a street, he changed into another person.

He cast the Thousand Transformation Technique and turned into a young man, this is still himself, but he is twelve or thirteen years old.

Walking around, Song Shi saw some familiar faces, but most of them were unfamiliar. These people basically fled from other places and finally settled here.

"Go over and watch the masters fight!"

"Who's fighting?"

"I heard that it's an offering from Song Tieshou and the Sun family. A young master and an old-fashioned master, it's worth watching!"

Suddenly, there was chaos in the street ahead, and a group of people shouted and rushed into the distance, sounding like they were going to watch a show.

"People who eat melons."

Song Shi's eyes moved slightly, he raised his legs and walked over.

He seems to be very hands-on because of his fourth brother's nickname, if there is no mistake, maybe we can meet each other.

It's hard to go home, but I still have to meet old people, so I can't make a trip in vain.

Song Shi's footsteps were light and he seemed to be at ease. In fact, his speed was faster than some running people, and he came to the gate of a luxurious mansion in a blink of an eye.

This mansion looked even more magnificent than his Song family, with two large lions standing at the door, mighty and domineering.

But at this moment, one lion's head was broken, and there was an extra palm print, and the position was not symmetrical with the other one.

Half of the lion's head fell to the ground, and there were a few footprints beside it, deeply sunk into the floor, and many stone slabs were simply broken.

Next to it, two figures were fighting quickly, one with a goatee and feet like sharp knives, kicked out at a dizzying speed, and fell on the bluestone floor from time to time, smashing into pieces,

The opponent with the goatee was a young man in his twenties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong physique. All his kung fu was on a pair of dark palms, and there was a muffled sound when they collided with the sharp knife-like feet on the opposite side.

The destructive power of both of them was not small, and there was a mess within ten feet nearby. When they fought, the wind and waves rolled and spread, bringing waves of whistling sounds.

Seeing the young man, Song Shi grinned: "This guy is actually a congenital genius, and he is quite powerful. I remember he didn't come home for three years."

He remembered some events three years ago. At that time, he still couldn't see Song Hai's real strength, but he heard that the other party would not come back for a long time.

Now he has changed from a mortal to a Golden Core cultivator~www.mtlnovel.com~ and can even easily kill ordinary Golden Cores. Song Hai, who was originally stronger than him, suddenly looked like he was fighting an old man in slow motion.

Song Hai was steaming all over his body, and his hands were dark red, as if there was a fire, and he could tell at a glance that they were iron sand palms.

At the beginning, he had cultivated the idea of ​​cultivating both internally and externally, but he never thought that Song Hai would become innate with this kind of kung fu.

"Iron Sand Palm's explosive power is strong, but the foundation is still a bit weak. If you fight, you lose more than you win."

Song Shi muttered, sure enough, Song Hai began to fall into the disadvantaged not long after.

"It seems that Song Tieshou can't beat this old master."

"An arm can't hold back a thigh, let alone a hand. I don't think iron sand palms can match a knife leg."

"You know what a fart, this is obviously not enough skill, this is the root cause!"

The melon-eating crowd hiding outside the aftermath pointed and pointed, making people think they were all masters when they heard it.

Song Hai became anxious when he heard the discussion, and his movements became more and more unsteady.

At Dakoumen, a middle-aged man in a brocade robe sneered: "Song Hai, if you want to get something, you're not good enough."

What should I do if I can't die

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