"Wow!"

The moment the flying sword touched it, the entire coffin immediately collapsed and turned into powder.

Souls can come and go freely.

But if the real thing wants to get out of the coffin, the coffin must be destroyed.

Luo stockings were tied with wooden sticks and flew out from the powder on the ground.

Feijian leads the way ahead.

A hole was soon opened in the tomb.

Luo Qingzhou carried the wooden stick tied with socks and carefully flew out of the hole.

The sky outside is dark.

The tombs all around were filled with black air and gloomy atmosphere.

Luo Qingzhou did not stay any longer and left this lifeless space with the wooden stick.

Return to the stone room.

The physical body is still lying on the quilt to rest.

But the little white rabbit was still one on each side, biting his shoes.

But depending on the situation, everyone has already fallen asleep.

Luo Qingzhou ignored them, put away his socks, put down the stick, and returned to his senses.

He opened his eyes and didn't get up immediately.

I once again recalled the strange words I had just memorized in my mind, and replayed them word by word. I felt relieved when I saw nothing missing.

If these words were really the language of the demon clan, it would probably be difficult for him to recognize them all.

He decided to go to various bookstores in Mocheng tomorrow to see if there were any books about demon characters.

If there is, then he can only slowly learn it word by word.

There are tens of thousands of words in my mind.

I don’t know how long it will take to learn and recognize them all.

As for trying to understand everything, it's probably even harder.

But don't be in a hurry.

When I go to Kyoto, there will probably be more and more miscellaneous books there, and there will probably be a lot of books about the demon clan.

Let’s study it slowly when the time comes.

Without thinking any more, he stood up and picked up the dark wooden stick on the ground.

The tentacles are cold.

From the weight point of view, it is a little heavy, not like a wooden stick, but like an iron rod.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

He held it with both hands and waved it a few times, but found nothing special about it.

He looked at a rock in front of him, walked over with a wooden stick in his hand, and immediately hit his arm with force, hitting the rock with a "swish".

"boom!"

Stone chips were flying, and the rock was immediately smashed into pieces!

Luo Qingzhou looked at the wooden stick in his hand, which was safe and sound, with almost no traces left, and was secretly surprised.

This wooden stick is truly extraordinary. No wonder it has been preserved from ancient times to the present day.

Very hard!

But there is a softness in the hardness.

When you hit hard, the flexibility can directly dissipate the force from the counterattack without hurting the tiger's mouth and arms.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He hit the wall next to him several times in succession.

The hard stone wall suddenly flew into the air and was full of cracks.

The wooden stick in his hand was still intact.

"nice one!"

Luo Qingzhou stroked the head of the stick and praised it secretly.

At this time, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to have become thicker.

He quickly put the entire wooden stick across his chest and looked carefully from beginning to end. Sure enough, the head of the stick that had just hit the stone wall seemed to be bloated and thickened.

He remembered clearly that before hitting the stick, the thickness of the entire body was the same, with no difference between the front, back and middle.

Strange, this thing can be swollen?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He held the wooden stick and hit the wall again.

After dozens more blows, I found that the bloated area had not become thicker and was still the same as before.

But after the violent beating just now, the head of the club was still intact.

"hiss……"

At this time, the wound on the back of the hand suddenly felt a sharp pain.

At the same time, the white gauze has been dyed red.

Luo Qingzhou then remembered that his hands were still injured, and the newly solidified wounds were torn open again.

He didn't dare to move anymore, so he quickly put the dark wooden stick in his hand into his storage bag and sat down on the ground.

There were bursts of sharp pain in both hands.

It lasted for a long time and then slowly subsided.

Luo Qingzhou didn't dare to run around anymore, so he sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to follow the pictures in the book, breathing in and out to temper his internal organs.

A day passes in a blink of an eye.

It's after dark outside.

He stood up again, dragged the two little white rabbits, and entered the middle passage, wanting to see if another space would appear inside.

But what disappointed him was still the cemetery.

Luo Qingzhou did not stay any longer and left through the secret passage. After briefly cleaning at the bottom of the lake, he went ashore.

Return to Meixiang Garden.

After eating, Luo Qingzhou did not take a bath or go to the backyard to practice boxing.

I went back to the study and read quietly on the couch.

There are still more than two months left before the autumn exam.

He must read all the books again, memorize them again, and understand them thoroughly.

Xiaodie and Qiu'er helped him wash his clothes and brush his shoes in the courtyard.

The night is quiet and the evening style is exceptionally gentle.

A full moon rose into the sky, and the white moonlight fell in front of the window.

The sun and moon mirror on the table quietly absorbs the moonlight and condenses the spiritual liquid.

The dark red gemstone next to it, the center part, finally began to have a hint of luster.

The gray-white tree roots in the vase were still immersed in the clear water, quietly and without any reaction.

It's almost time.

The door was gently pushed open.

Qiu'er poked her head in and asked softly: "Uncle..."

"don't want."

Before she could finish speaking, Luo Qingzhou refused directly: "I'm a little tired tonight, so I'm going to rest early."

There are still injuries on my hands, and there is still some pain in the bones all over my body, but I can't stand any more torture.

"oh."

Qiu'er didn't say anything more and closed the door.

Luo Qingzhou read for a while and then returned to bed.
To be continued...