"I don't know if the flower that the sword is not alone is still there?" Hansen flew to the broken wall. When he came to the broken wall, he found that he was sitting alone under the broken wall.

To be precise, it should be a cockroach, a black-eyed cockroach that is as black as the surrounding ruins, but the cockroach keeps a squat posture, sitting on the broken wall, and the two-finger bones maintain a strange posture. Refers to the sky, one finger to the ground.

Even if it is just a bone that is about to burn into gray, there is still a domineering in heaven and earth.

"Weird, look at the shape of this bone, it should be a human being before life, how could he die here? Didn't listen to the sword, not talking about human beings here." Hansen muttered to himself.

However, this has nothing to do with him. Hansen bypassed the embarrassment and turned a few laps near the broken wall and the remnant column. He carefully searched it several times, but did not find the sword that the sword was not alone. flower.

"There is no reason that the sword can't be seen and I can't see it." Hansen turned two more turns and searched the neighborhood carefully. The result was the same, nothing.

"It seems that there are ten flowers in the plant, and there is no more. I don't know who was picked up, or has it been withered?" Hansen couldn't help but look at the black-eyed weirdness.

"Would it be that he took the flower?" Hansen flew to the shackle, trying to see through the sly body to see if there was any clue behind him.

Hansen’s palm touched the cockroach first. Hansen thought that his palm would pass through the shackles, but he felt a feeling of touching the real thing, and his palm was blocked by the cockroach.

"How come?" Hansen was surprised and happy, and quickly reached out and held his arm, and the result was actually a solid grip.

"Is it really possible to meet?" Han Sen really couldn't believe it. Even Boa couldn't touch his spirit, and this cockroach could touch him.

Hansen excitedly stretched out his hands and fumbled on his body, trying to find something from him.

"Why? Why can I come across this embarrassment, what is the power at work? Is it 骷髅 itself? Or what is it?" Hansen's palm is constantly groping.

He didn't find anything, but the place where his palm touched, the black bones gradually turned white.

The charcoal in the chest cavity also fell out, revealing the space inside the chest, and only inside its chest, there was a purple flower growing.

"Is this the flower that the sword is not alone?" Hansen quickly stroked the charcoal near the sternum, making the scene inside the chest more and more clear.

Hansen soon saw that it was a strange flower vine, like a morning glory. The flower vines were entwined with the spine bones growing from bottom to top, and a purple flower was opened in the chest.

This is not falling down. It is because of the support of the flower vines that only the flower vines born on this bone are only a purple flower, but there is no flower and no fruit, only green vines. coil.

"Peanut thirteen petals, but only one gold coin size, it should be the sword that the sword is not alone, but how can it be coiled on a raft? The sword is not alone, it is said to be born in the corner. Nothing to mention." Han Sen was puzzled, so he did not immediately touch the purple flower and flower vine, just looking at the flaw.

After Hansen’s sensation, Han’s black charcoal was about to fall out, revealing the snow-white crystals like jade.

Hansen carefully observed it for a while, and did not see how the awkward owner died here.

From the perspective of the bones, there is no damage, and his movements are too strange. The fingers and hands are intertwined, forming a very strange handprint. This kind of action should be difficult to put out after death.

Hansen watched the person's appearance, guessing that there was a jiu after he died here, and the flower grew into his chest.

“Is it true that after this person came here, I saw this purple flower, and I had troubles when I wanted to pick it. Did I die here?” Hansen looked for it near the donkey and found no clothes or It is something else that can prove embarrassing identity.

"It's weird, why did he die here? Is that flower vine killing him?" Hansen frowned, looked at it for a while, and felt a little different.

This cockroach seems to have been dead for a long time. The sword is not alone here. It is just three or forty years ago, and it doesn't look like it has only died for thirty or forty years.

"If you are here before the sword is not alone, why didn't the sword not mention it? It is not important that the sword is not important, so I didn't say it, or did the sword not see it at all?" Here, Hansen suddenly blinked his eyes: "Yes, it must be true. The sword is not alone. I have never seen this flaw. In my current situation, it is impossible to touch anything, unless it is like me. It is also a pure spirit..."

"Is this a pure spirit? Is there a human being like me in the universe? No, it shouldn't be so coincidental, unless it is the role of the flower vine..." Hansen does not believe that the world is so coincidental. The thing happened to have a pure spirit like him. It happened to be here too, and I died so skillfully here.

Hansen once again carefully looked at the flower vine, the small round leaves were green and crystal clear, and the peanuts were thirteen petals, each of which was like purple jade.

On top of such a small flower vine, there are strange spiritual fluctuations.

It's just that this kind of spiritual fluctuation is very weird. It's not particularly strong. It can even be said to be very fragile. If it doesn't, it seems to be scattered at any time.

Hansen was hard to see, and hesitated for a moment. He reached for his arm and tried to pull the cockroach out of the flower vine.

He had already touched him, and he himself did not threaten him. The only thing he could consider was the flower vine, so Hansen did not touch the flower vine directly.

It was just that the flower vines were tightly wrapped, and Hansen pulled the cockroaches hard, but it only made the cockroaches and the flower vines shake a few times, and did not pull the cockroaches out of the flower vines.

Unfortunately, under the pure spirit state, Hansen could not use any genetic technique. Hesitantly, Hansen had to let go of the cockroach and reached out and grabbed the purple flower in the chest.

When Hansen’s palm touched the purple flower, the petals of the purple flower were like dandelions, and the pieces drifted away, falling with the wind.

Hansen quickly reached out to catch those floating petals. Every time he grasped a petal in his palm, the petals melted directly like water. In the blink of an eye, the thirteen petals disappeared after all.

After losing the purple flower, the flower vines entwined on the rafts quickly withered, and they dried up in the blink of an eye and scattered on the ground.