From the old ghost killing people, to being unexpectedly rewarded, and then being guided by the Fourth Sword Heart Demon, he was able to eat Bashu noodles that he could eat.
Finally, because of the cinnabar sword mark on the tip of his ear, he attracted the attention of the real Fourth Sword girl. In a few words, he got her thinking and took out the "Fengxueji" which had been updated.
The clever thing is that the lady boss of Bashu Xiaomian is very familiar with Meng Chengzhi and knows that there is a sequel to "The Wind and Snow Collection" in the old study. She was then led into the old study. She only knew the old man in the study for five days. Goodbye. At that time, he was already a dead soul.
Where did the missing parrot go?
Are the three Ji brothers and sisters still alive?
What is the reason for the rules of hanging upside down on the ghost mountain?
The test questions hidden deep in Xianling City have been drawn up. Then, it is time to wait for the blank answer sheet to fill in the answers.
In the past few days, Bai Lian did not see the corpses of sister Lin Yuan and Lin Guiyuan.
According to Fang Geyu, she arranged Lin Yuan in the river in the border town and arranged the tasks for her to have other plans.
Lin Guiyuan, on the other hand, was tied up with a talisman rope, and looked like a demon that had been subdued. He was captured by Li Beifeng and sent to the undercover forces of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance in the city.
Chai Ye stayed at home and practiced in seclusion every day. He heard that he had mastered a new eye technique, which was very powerful and could see things that others could not.
The big exam is coming soon, but it is a bit abnormal for him to master such a pupil technique, because it cannot bring him any improvement in strength.
However, for Fang Geyu, he did a very good job.
As for An Siqi, she is practicing in true seclusion, grasping the abundant spiritual power of the fairy city, and not daring to have any thoughts of desolation.
Fang Geyu seemed indifferent to everything, but the net she cast in secret was all under her control.
Just as Balian said.
She wants this piece of Xianling City.
It’s not that you want it, because whether you want it or not depends on your own strength.
Her strength does not allow her not to compete for this unpleasant Xianling City.
The storm is coming, and ghosts are coming over the city.
A silent snow fell, and the whole city felt solemn.
As for Bai Lian and Fang Geyu, they finally got their first answer sheet that allowed them to put pen to paper.
The night is already deep.
Bailian closed his umbrella and stood under the small Di Lao temple outside the alley intersection, as if he was waiting for something quietly.
Cautious footsteps came from behind him.
A small shadow fell on the white snow ground.
Bailian didn't look back, but he had already guessed who it was.
Because the handle of the glass umbrella under his palm was slightly hot.
Liuli Umbrella once hid a trace of the soul, and there were records of traces and auras. Now, when the owner of the soul is approaching him, the umbrella will naturally react.
A cold and trembling little body hugged him tightly from behind, crying helplessly, and whispered: "Big brother..."
Balian lowered his head and looked at the small, skinny arms that could only hold his thighs.
In such a cold winter, she was wearing very thin clothes, and her arms were exposed to the wind and snow. Her skin turned blue from the cold, her fingertips turned purple, and pus and blood flowed from the frozen skin, making her dirty. Dyeing his clothes.
He slowly turned around, took off his coat and put it on the little girl's skinny body, wrapped her up, and opened the umbrella to cover her from the wind and snow above her head.
He couldn't give a mortal a warm hug, so he took out the buns he bought early in the morning from his sleeves.
He gave the bun to the little girl. The hot bun was wrapped in butter paper and felt warm in his hands.
Balian looked at the helpless and trembling little girl in front of him. The corner of his eye was injured by someone unknown, as if it had been hit by a blunt instrument, breaking open the bloody mouth. The mottled blood condensed into a wound. While she was crying, the wound burst. There was blood flowing out again.
The little girl's cries were choked with sobs, but she didn't dare to cry loudly at all, holding back a pitiful and sad look.
She cried and sobbed rapidly and said: "Big brother, you can save me, but can you save my second sister!"
Balian nodded and asked, "Where is your brother?"
The little girl cried harder, her shoulders hunched, as if she was about to lose her breath, and her innocent and young eyes were full of grief: "My brother... is dead!!!"
"died?"
The little sister of the Ji family was crying with a hint of intense fear, as if she had been frightened out of her wits in this deep snowy night.
Her frostbitten fingers tightly grasped the robe that Bai Lian put on him, and her voice was shivering and incoherent: "My brother... was killed..."
Balian's eyes were lowered, and he saw three orange-red apricot blossom marks faintly emerging between the little girl's wrists, which were blue and blue from the cold.
The mark was incomplete, as if some kind of wet oil paint had been applied and then blurred shortly after being applied.
Fang Geyu said that humans used by Yougui Lang will have three-petal orange apricot flowers on their wrists.
How could this little girl, who was less than five or six years old, kill someone for You Gui Lang?
Three days ago, three siblings from Ji Ting's family disappeared. Although there was a high possibility that the three of them died in a secluded house in the inner city, he, who once absorbed the little girl's yang soul into the umbrella, had a subtle feeling. She is in the border town.
Surprisingly, she was hiding near the alley of her home.
Balian asked softly: "What's your name?"
The girl's Yang soul was detained by an old ghost and left her shell. It was Balian who brought her soul home. Even though the girl was young, she still had an inexplicable dependence and trust on Balian.
She hugged his thigh tightly, her face blurred with tears, and she choked with sobs: "San'er...my brother calls me San'er..."
"Okay, San'er." Bailian tore open the butter paper for her, revealing the chubby white bun. His voice and movements were very gentle, and he asked her to hold the bun, and then he picked her up with one hand.
Ji San'er didn't know what kind of suffering he had suffered. He stepped on the snow with his bare little feet. When he walked over, the little feet were covered with blood.
He said softly: "San'er, eat your steamed buns first, don't cry anymore."
Balian asked her not to cry, but the little girl, who had obviously been mentally and mentally broken for several days, was comforted by his words.
She obediently took a big bite of the bun, her eyes still filled with tears. The delicious gravy and sweet dough were so delicious that she wanted to cry again.
She hasn't eaten in three days.
Balian took out another bottle of warm sweet soy milk. Seeing that she was eating in a hurry, he was afraid that she would choke, so he fed her two mouthfuls of sweet milk. Seeing that her spirit gradually stabilized, he asked slowly: "San'er, do you know who harmed her?" Did you kill your brother?"
The action of eating the buns suddenly froze, and most of the buns in the little girl's hands rolled into the snow.
She shrank and shook her head crazily. Her thin body squeezed into his arms. She was so frightened that she forgot to breathe. Her little face turned blue and red from holding back:
"Devil, that man is a devil! He killed my brother! Can't say! Can't say his name! He will strangle me to death! Bird! Beautiful bird, that...that man also strangled the bird to death with grass and vines !”
