After leaving the sacred hall, the sky outside was still the same, and the snow had not disappeared.
But Mr. Luo, who led him the way, is no longer guarding outside the palace.
Obviously, there is no intention to take him back again.
Bailian was walking alone on the corridor of the palace palace. Although the main palace was prosperous, it was very deserted and no one was around.
The cold wind in the dusk snow passed by, rolling up the hem of his clothes, making him feel a bit chilly.
There was no one on the corridor, the snowy scene was silent, everything was extremely quiet.
Balian hurriedly walked, lowering his head and thinking carefully about everything that happened today.
Last night the sound of the piano shocked the city, and darkness came.
Then there was the strange story of the old ghost killing people to get pearls.
At that time, others seemed unable to hear the strange sound of the piano, but he could hear it.
Did someone do it deliberately, or was it because of his special physique?
Miss Si Xi said that when the empress is in the city, she can observe everything in the city.
The ghost music played last night was so bold and bold that it was impossible for the Queen to not notice it.
So to say……
Parian suddenly deduced a terrible truth in his heart, and the wind behind him was chilling and chilling.
The big exam in Xianling City started, but the city gate was opened three months in advance, allowing monks from all directions to arrive.
Although the real big exam is still far away, basically all the candidates are filing into the city.
That empress opened the city gate three months in advance. What was the use of it?
The Queen is the king of Kunlun Mountain and an ancient god. It is impossible for her not to notice the ghosts and chaos in the city.
But she just sat back and ignored it, even... faintly a little indulgent.
Bailian couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but he just felt that the main hall of the majestic city behind him was definitely not the wonderful holy place that people thought.
Although it is understood that under this land, ghost mountains and evil spirits are suppressed, if this otherworldly and prosperous fairy city is opened, under the soil, there will definitely be overflowing filth, full of monsters and monsters.
Bai Lianyin realized that the use of Immortal Town to suppress Guishan seemed to be more than just suppression.
Fang Geyu said that the emperor was lazy and did not want to interfere in the external affairs of Kunlun Tiandu Mountain, but she set up a fairy city in the ghost land of the world.
With the empress's cultivation, even if there were evil ghosts all over the world, he believed that she would have the power to cleanse the world and drive away the monsters.
Not to mention the evil spirits in this small hill.
I can't understand it, I can't figure it out.
Bailian just wanted to leave this inner city of Xianling that everyone yearned for as soon as possible.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace and walk in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, a person came around the corner.
The man walked without any wind, and he didn't show any signs of breathing.
Bailian's current cultivation level is absolutely inferior, and his eyes are invisible in real time. At such a close distance, it is absolutely impossible for him not to catch even half of the opponent's blood flowing breath.
But at this moment, he had nothing to check.
The person who greeted him around the corner seemed not to be aware of Bai Lian's presence.
Because Balian wasn't breathing.
Inevitably, Bailian couldn't stop his steps in time and crashed heavily into the man's arms.
Although the man was caught off guard and was hit, his body remained steady and he stopped steadily without taking a step back.
On the other hand, Balian felt like he had hit a majestic snow-capped mountain, and the force of the collision forced him backwards.
He staggered unsteadily and looked a little embarrassed, but he still apologized politely: "I'm sorry, can't you..."
However, he took two embarrassed steps back, and his wrist suddenly felt cold.
But he was held tightly by a snowy palm, which was pale and slender. At the same time, a hoarse voice came out: "Be careful."
This person's voice was very strange, as if it had been ground by gravel, and it was unclear whether the voice was male or female.
It's not nice to say, it's even a bit damaged and ugly, but the tone is unexpectedly gentle.
Bailian stood firm, feeling secretly shocked.
He is the body of a corpse demon, and his physical strength is far superior to that of people in the same realm. Coupled with the innate abilities he plundered from the Shebi Corpse, he is definitely not weak.
But when I bumped into this person, I ended up at such a disadvantage.
The inner city of Xianling is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon.
The man in front of him who kindly held him steady was covered in black robes, with a hood that was so wide that it hid his face, making it difficult to see even a single hair.
From the outside, one could only barely tell that the man was tall and thin, and hanging from his waist was a long object that was sealed with a black cloth strip and whose appearance could not be clearly seen. It seemed to be a sword.
"Thank you. I was thinking about something just now and was a little lost in my thoughts. I'm really rude." Balian, who was held steady, thanked him seriously.
The hood heard a chuckle, obviously not caring about his recklessness, and his hoarse voice still showed some calmness.
"Although the inner hall is vast and deserted, you still have to be careful. The snow and the ground are slippery, so don't fall."
Wen Yan's words were very considerate, but for a person he met for the first time, such thoughtfulness seemed a bit inexplicable.
What's more, at this moment, Bailian felt that the temperature of this man's palm was very cold, like a corpse that had just been fished out of an icy lake.
Now he was standing firmly in front of this person, but the hand holding his wrist showed no intention of letting go.
And, hold it very tightly.
The expression on Bailian's face remained unchanged as he nodded and said, "Thank you for reminding me, I will be careful."
The strength of the palm on his wrist was so strong that it even pinched the bones of his hand so much that it hurt. Through his skin, he could feel the inexplicable trembling of the other person's fingertips.
Balian didn't know how to describe this feeling. In short, this was not the right way to treat strangers.
He was about to twitch his wrist and leave here.
Although this person's palm was very strong and it seemed that he didn't want to let him go so easily, he did not use his spiritual power to deceive him.
Therefore, Bailian can easily break away.
Thank you again, but no words were exchanged. No emotion could be observed under the wide and deep hood.
But he could clearly feel that a gaze was resting deeply on his face, as if it was trying to penetrate his soul.
He felt a little undue restlessness in his heart. He just felt that if he let this person continue to look at him, his true form of the corpse demon would most likely be seen through by him.
He politely but forcefully broke away from the man's hand, glanced down, and noticed with sharp eyes that the man's hands were unexpectedly beautiful.
The wrist bones are all thin, the knuckles are slender, and there are beautiful crescents between the light-colored nails. The light of the winter snow sets off the skin on the back of this person's hands, making them very shiny and beautiful.
This is a hand suitable for holding a sword.
It's just the back of the hand that's beautiful.
This man's fingertips and palms were crisscrossed with dozens of large and small scars, which looked indelible, colorful and deep, destroying the original beauty.
The most hideous wound was not on the hand, but on the white wrist.
The wound was extremely deep, as if it had been cut across by a ruthless sharp weapon, as ugly as a centipede scar.
Looking at the scar, Parian suddenly felt at ease.
No wonder I couldn't feel the spiritual energy in this man's palm just now. Such a wound may have cut off the important tendons of the hand, and the spiritual energy nodes have been destroyed. Although the strength is great, it is difficult to hold the sword with this hand.
The sword hangs from his waist, but he can no longer hold it.
For a moment, Bailian actually thought of Jinsheng.
