"Is the mirror fake?" Xie Zhe, who had been silent for a while, also spoke up, "How is this possible?"
Ling Huan responded: "Yes, how could Xue Yangu do such a thing of destroying his own sign? If it doesn't exist, it means it doesn't exist. If it exists, it means it exists. How could it deceive people with fake goods?"
"Whether it is true or not, it is better to say that there is a mirror there, but there is no response from Fu Sangshen. The people of the Xue Yan Sect just said that the mirror is a fake mirror, but the mirror that lives inside The spirit has disappeared. Now, the building has long been empty."
Han Chang's face turned a little pale. After being together for so long, it was almost the first time I saw him so...so hasty, so tired. Every previous battle, every accident, was not as suffocating as the silence now. It was like this time, he was withering from the inside out. Under this skin, the flesh and blood inside began to fester and disintegrate, becoming as thin as cotton wool, and the seemingly intact shell shattered at a touch.
Xie Zhe's eyes also became confused with his thoughts.
"No, it's impossible... Fusangshen must be very close to the main body in order to move freely. They can never completely break away from the object that gave birth to them. Even those with stronger demonic power can only move a little further away. It is completely impossible to detect the connection between the spirit body and the main body - no one has been able to do it throughout the ages."
"Ah, it must be a fake. Don't think too much and relax. If it doesn't work, just go and take a look. As long as you tell me, there will be disciples who will lead you to take a look. By the way, I haven't asked yet. You guys, what do you want to do with Yun Wai Jing? It doesn’t matter if it’s not convenient to say, I’m just curious.”
"We are looking for someone." Xie Zhe summed it up simply, his tone firm and precise, and it didn't look like he planned to say more.
"Reciprocity: What about you?" Miyin asked back.
The woman tilted her head and gave her a rough look, her eyes lingering on a specific part for a while. Then she said:
"It's nothing special. I'm just guiding my friend. My friend is looking for Yun Waijing."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man came from behind a big tree by the road. They were surprised and wondered whether he was there from the beginning or if he came later. Everyone's attention was focused on this woman, and no one noticed him. This means that this man is really good at hiding his whereabouts.
He had black hair and black eyes, and his bangs slanted down from his right eye. He covered his eyes with a green cloth band with a strange pattern. He didn't know if he was injured. Overall, he looked like an aristocratic man. His coat was light yellow and seemed to have light scale lines. As for the material...it's easy to tell from the luster that it's fine silk. His attire did not match that of the woman, but they were just the same.
The man waved his hand, and it was hard to tell whether he was smiling or not. He didn't speak.
Han Chang took a step back alertly.
"What's wrong?" Xie Zhe asked softly.
Han Chang said in a whisper that was neither intended to be concealed nor loudly:
"He is from the Shadow Pavilion - look at the token on his waist."
As expected, several people saw what was tied around his waist. They had also seen the token with exactly the same shape on Wu Yin of the Death Shadow Pavilion, so he must also be a member of the pavilion and did not have to run away. Moreover, the demonic energy he began to release at this moment also clearly exposed his identity. Except Ye Xuici, the other four people suddenly became alert. They didn't know the true position of the Shadow Pavilion, but they had already learned about Wu Yin's coldness.
Ye Lingquan was a little in disbelief: "Is this, is this your friend?"
Before she could answer, She Ji sneered. Because he failed to find the mirror, he was also a little tired, and he didn't even bother to put his usual fake smile on his face. He put his hands behind his back, took two steps forward, and looked back at the woman:
"Miss Ye, are you happy talking to these 'mere human beings'?" She Ji looked sideways at Han Shang again, "Oh, not entirely."
"I don't have any special hobbies. In addition to collecting secrets, I am also willing to make friends - only in this way can I have a steady stream of secrets. What's the matter, you don't want to argue with me about this, right?"
The woman said this half-jokingly, but it made the others feel a subtle sense of panic. The title "Miss Ye" was enough to make Ling Huan startled. She immediately realized that her behavior was the same as when she heard these three words in the Death Shadow Pavilion. Could she be the same person that day...and what does "merely human" mean? Are both of them not included? Especially the two key words she said personally - secret.
Clues are intermittent, tumbling and knotting in everyone's mind. Time is limited and they are not allowed to sort out a clear cause and effect at this moment. Regarding the woman's rhetorical questions, She Ji ignored them and just said to them:
"I heard from my colleagues that the Wan Gui Zhi is on you. The Wan Gui Zhi is kept in a high cabinet in our territory. I am very familiar with its aura." The snake demon from the Death Shadow Pavilion slightly curled his lips, "After all, it is us The familiar smell of something that has been preserved for many years really makes me feel more intimate."
His brows never relaxed at all, and his eyes were cold, scanning everyone's face with consideration. Xie Zhe put his hand on the hilt of the sword and moved half a step, as if he wanted to block She Ji's malicious exploration towards the girls. Han Chang also frowned and looked directly at the other monster.
"This thing no longer belongs to the Death Shadow Pavilion. What is its purpose, you ask?"
"We searched for the Cloud Mirror to no avail. We have returned in despair. It would be too disappointing for me to leave empty-handed."
She Ji said slowly, spreading his hands, looking innocent. The next moment, his tone became meaningful, and the danger in his words could not be more naked:
"The Death Shadow Pavilion handed over Wangui Zhi because I had no choice. I took it back just to return it to its original owner."
As soon as the words fell, Xie Zhe and Han Zhang unsheathed their swords almost at the same time. They both stepped forward, with their horizontal swords protecting Ye Lingquan and Xue Miyin behind them. Xie Zhe faced She Ji's sarcastic look and quickly said to the rear:
"You go first and go to the mountain. No matter what, we have to confirm Yun Waijing's matter with our own eyes."
"But how could we just-" Ling Huan said eagerly.
The enemy did not intend to give them time to discuss. Several distorted images suddenly opened behind She Ji. They opened their eyes wide in surprise, wary of his tricks. In an instant, those shadows condensed into a recognizable appearance. Several long snakes stretched out their bodies with bared teeth, their fangs ferocious, and their ferocious look clearly revealed. Xie Zhe pushed behind him and shouted:
"run!"
Without time to think any more, Miyin grabbed Ling Huan's wrist and pulled her back to run. The sound of hurried footsteps had no time to go away, and was replaced by the sound of weapons handing over. The dancing shadows of snakes obscured the eyes of their concerned companions. The three of them quickly fought together. If She Ji could really sense Wan Guizhi's aura, Xie Zhehan would never dare to let him chase the two girls. They intended to entangle and delay, but She Ji couldn't break through and the two of them joined forces to block it. It's just that the other party clearly has a helper, so will he just stand by and watch?
There was another crisp collision, and She Jige blocked the blow from Fengyun Zhan, but had to turn sideways to dodge the sharp blade swung by Han Zhang. Taking advantage of this gap, Han Chang turned to look at Ye Xuici who was watching the battle.
"You're not going to help him?"
"Huh? This battle seems to have nothing to do with me." Ye Xuici tilted his head slightly, as if he was surprised by his question, "You can fight as long as you want, but be careful not to accidentally hurt innocent people. "
The two people who ran away did not know the situation of the battle here, and they were not sure how long their companions could delay it. They could only run as hard as they could, speeding up as much as possible, even though running like crazy on the way up the mountain was very exhausting. My ears were filled with the sound of my own pounding heartbeat and rapid breathing.
Amiao also ran with them. It skimmed the vegetation on the ground nimbly, looking around from time to time and meowing.
"Sure enough," Miyin shouted to the empty side of Ling Huan's eyes, "You also feel something is wrong, right?"
Ling Huan gasped and asked loudly:
"What's wrong? Are you talking to Amiao?"
"Amiao felt that there were three people's auras! But just now, we only saw two..." Miyin's face was tense, showing a look of doubt and uneasiness.
"Then, what should we do?"
"Forget it, we can't control that much...!"
The two girls were running out of breath, not to mention that Ling Huan was carrying a heavy baggage. Weeds up to the top of their insteps scraped their ankles, and the oncoming wind dried the sweat on their foreheads. This is a mountain road that no one has ever opened. It is quite difficult for them to run, but they have no other choice.
I ran like this for who knows how long. Suddenly, Amiao, who had been ahead of them, came to a sudden stop and barely stopped running. Seeing that the situation was not good, Miyin immediately stopped and reached forward to pull Ling Quan. Because of her inertia, she stumbled forward, pushed Ling Hu to the ground, and then threw herself on top of him in embarrassment.
"oh!"
Ling Huan couldn't take a breath, and even broke his face on the sharp stone. Although the wound was not deep, the burning pain spread immediately. She had no time to reach out and check, but a trace of blood slowly flowed out. Xue Miyin struggled to get up so as not to crush her out. Ling Huan then managed to hold up his front half, and was pulled up by Mi Yin again. Only then did she realize that there was a cliff less than a foot away from her. The gravel that jumped in front of her disappeared out of thin air. She tried to take two steps forward, but when she glanced down, she felt her legs weaken. She took a step back and collapsed on the ground. Amiao walked around the two of them worriedly.
"I almost died!" She tried to stand up again.
"There's nothing we can do. Our way up was blocked by them... We were walking where no one has ever been before. It's even more impossible for us to run around and go around the road. That would be too risky." Miyin shook his head and said, "Listen In addition to the valley where the Snow Inkstone Sect is located, this mountain is also considered to have steep terrain - we must be careful."
Ling Huan was still breathing heavily, and hurriedly tied up the loose baggage with his hands. At this moment, Miyin suddenly heard Amiao's scream, which was even more terrifying than being stepped on the tail. The sound was so sharp that even Ling Quan could almost hear it.
"How--"
The little bastard is waiting here...
Xue Miyin just turned around and couldn't see the attacker's face clearly, only his outstretched arms. She felt a force attack on her waist, and Ye Lingyu also suffered the same treatment. They staggered two steps forward, their feet slipped, and a strong feeling of weightlessness enveloped them both at the same time.
The howling of the wind is so familiar.
