After a while, Chu Yi's mood stabilized slightly.
"What place is the Sea of Mist?"
At this time, Qingyuan asked curiously.
After staying in Nanhai for so long, Qingyuan naturally knew about the disappearance of General Zhennan.
Afterwards, Yang Si opened his mouth and explained to Qingyuan about the Sea of Mist.
"ah?"
After hearing Yang Si's words, Qingyuan felt that this sea of mist was really scary.
Seeing that Chu Yi still looked disappointed, Yang Si couldn't help but take Chu Yi's hand.
"Don't worry, my future father-in-law, Ji Ren, has his own destiny, and he will definitely be fine."
Yang Si said with a smile.
When Chu Yi heard this, she rolled her eyes and said, "You have never met my father, how do you know that he is a good person and has his own destiny?"
"..." Then Chu Yi realized, wasn't she cursing her father?
"Bah, bah..." Then Chu Yi hurriedly sighed a few times, and then spoke again: "Yes, you are right, my father must be a lucky person with his own destiny."
After saying that, Chu Yi glanced at Yang Si with some annoyance: "It's all your fault..."
He accidentally cursed his father.
Although this is not a big deal.
In this current situation with little hope, people will always place their hopes on that illusory metaphysics.
Chu Yi is in this situation now.
Seeing that Chu Yi's mood improved slightly.
Yang Si also smiled and comforted: "It's been so long anyway, there's no point in just worrying."
"I know." Chu Yi nodded, but couldn't help but sigh.
"After all, no one knows what is going on inside the Sea of Mist."
"I have also found some information so far, but according to records, there are some warriors who tied ropes to their bodies and explored the surroundings. There is no information about what is inside."
"The Sea of Mist is such a large area, it's possible that there is a cave in it."
Yang Si looked at Chu Yi: "Perhaps, my father-in-law may actually be alive in the future."
"Yes, sister Chu Yi, don't worry too much." At this time, Qingyuan also spoke.
Chu Yi nodded, knowing in her heart that these hopes were slim.
But it has been so long, Chu Yi knows some things in her heart.
"It seems we have to speed up." Chu Yi looked at Yang Si and said.
"Uh-huh."
Yang Si nodded.
If it had happened before, Chu Yi probably wouldn't have been too anxious.
Now that I know the whereabouts of my father, I am still a little impatient.
However, Yang Si took a look at the system points.
After imparting the skills to Qingyuan, there were only 8 million left. I settled a sum last night, which was close to more than 5 million. Now I have about 13 million points.
There are probably more than 1,000 Qi Restoration Pills, and Yang Si is not sure whether it is enough.
However, the more the merrier, Yang Si estimated, even if it is not enough now.
When these blood cults in the South China Sea are completely eliminated, I guess it should be about the same.
After all, it still takes some time.
At this moment, the three people in the field raised their heads at the same time and looked at each other.
They are all ends.
The first thing I heard was a commotion coming from the entrance of Zhujian Villa.
No need to think about it, Yang Si, I have already guessed that those bald donkeys should be back.
"Let's go over and see what these bald donkeys are doing."
Yang Si stood up.
The other two women also nodded.
Afterwards, the three of them arrived at the entrance of Zhujian Villa.
This time, these monks from Miaoshan Temple probably brought back nearly two hundred people.
Yang Si took a closer look and felt it carefully.
These are all blood cultists, but their strength is not very high. The highest one probably only has three realms.
The lowest level is only one level.
In the field, Qiu Jiansheng was arranging for the disciples of Mingjian Villa to imprison these blood cultists.
On the side, Bodhisattva Pude looked at everything at the scene with a kind face.
Yang Si was speechless for a while. Is this guy really kind? Is he really kind, or is he pretending to be someone else?
Although these are all blood cultists after the people of Daxia were transformed, Yang Si didn't believe it. Pu De Bodhisattva, who was at the end of his rope, couldn't see that these guys were already in an inhuman state.
From the clothes, Yang Si could tell that before the blood cultists were transformed, they were basically ordinary people with powerful status.
That's why after being transformed, his strength is so weak.
These transformed blood cultists are so powerful that they can be killed with just a wave of their hand.
But the Pude Bodhisattva had to be brought back. Although their strength was low, these transformed blood cultists were actually warriors.
It is not easy to imprison a group of warriors, even if the current strength of these warriors is not high.
Yang Si looked at Qiu Jiansheng who was busy, and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.
"Amitabha~"
At this time, Pude Bodhisattva noticed Yang Si and others and couldn't help but his eyes lit up.
"Fourth Young Master, you are back."
Pu De Bodhisattva shouted the Buddha's name and came closer.
"I came back in the afternoon and investigated some special circumstances." Yang Si grinned.
As for the special circumstances, it was naturally impossible for Yang Si to say it under such circumstances.
From the bottom of his heart, Yang Si did not trust these bald donkeys from Miaoshan Temple.
Moreover, the matter was so important that Yang Si couldn't possibly tell these bald donkeys.
"I don't know the Fourth Young Master's current situation, and there is no way to treat these innocent people."
Pu De Bodhisattva did not ask about any special circumstances, but looked at the Blood Cultists who were being imprisoned with a sad expression.
Looking at it suddenly, I really thought that Pu De Bodhisattva was an enlightened monk who was compassionate and concerned about others.
"Especially the few strongholds we visited today are all these innocent people who have been transformed." Pude Bodhisattva sighed.
"Well, I also sympathize with these blood cultists. Although they are all innocent, there is no way to save them now."
"So in order to avoid further trouble, I always kill them directly."
Yang Si said calmly.
If he has not been transformed, even if he is in the process of being transformed, as long as Liu Yun comes and makes that kind of medicinal powder, he can be saved directly.
But now, these are all blood cultists who have been transformed. They have devoured the blood clan, practiced the blood clan skills, and hatched snow moths.
He can no longer be regarded as an ordinary person.
"Alas~ The killing karma on the Fourth Young Master is really too heavy."
At this time, the expression on Pude Bodhisattva's face was somewhat filled with emotion.
Yang Si stopped talking and looked at the blood cultists who were being imprisoned in batches.
Yang Si estimated that after imprisoning more than 200 blood cultists on the map of Mingjian Villa, it was estimated that it would be close to full.
Although the dungeon at Mingjian Villa is probably not small, why can't I bear these old bald donkeys taking people with me every day?
Seeing that Yang Si didn't pay much attention to him, Pude Bodhisattva was not angry either. He just kept looking at the blood cultists with a look of pity on his face.
At this time, Qiu Jiansheng came up and bowed his hands to Pude Bodhisattva.
"Master, our dungeon at Mingjian Villa is almost full, and we won't be able to hold so many people in custody by then."
Hearing this, Yang Si smiled slightly, as expected.
