Jiang Ling'er was invited to her seat by the gray-haired father Yan. In front of her was a densely boiling white porridge that was bubbling.
A series of questions clamored in her heart,
The lotus above the head gradually became transparent and disappeared, and the talisman was put into the storage bag.
Zhao Xingyu sat down opposite her.
"There is no good food at home," Father Yan smiled. His old bark-like skin was wrinkled, and his veins were faintly bulging with his movements. "Let's just eat some."
Yan Shu sat next to Jiang Linger, her eyes full of expectation.
"Ashu, didn't you say that your parents don't remember you?"
Zhao Xingyu also raised his eyes, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Also, why did Zhao Qinchuan come here? Aren't there only two of us in this room, Ah Shu?" The girl pursed her lips and glanced around calmly.
There was a puzzled look on Yan Shu's face, "Ling'er, what nonsense are you talking about? Are you suffering from some kind of hysteria? It was me, you and Zhao Qinchuan who came here together just now. How did we two cross the border in one day? Dashan came to my house?"
Jiang Ling'er met Zhao Xingyu's eyes, and the latter's nod made her heart completely freeze.
Father Yan seemed to be shocked. He sat with his thin body and did not dare to move, looking at her carefully.
There was silence in the room for a moment.
"Maybe I've been too busy recently." Jiang Ling'er tapped her head and smiled again.
"Look at you, I told you not to retreat every day. You've already caused problems by shutting yourself away! Okay, you can go out with me for a few days and stop practicing. Don't be in a hurry!" Yan Shu waved her hand and The braised pork on the table was put into her bowl, "Have a try. My dad heard that you were coming, so he got up early to prepare it."
The little old man's back was slightly arched, and he was as skinny as a stick. His whole body was curled up together, and his hands became extra careful when using chopsticks.
Jiang Ling'er felt guilty, opening and closing her chopsticks holding the vegetables, "I'm sorry, old man, this braised pork is really delicious!"
"Okay, let's eat first, it will get cold later." Father Yan quickly waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.
There were many kinds of side dishes and porridge dishes on the table, and Jiang Linger swallowed everything.
At that moment, her hair suddenly stood up, and that sticky, cold, slippery touch appeared on the back of her neck again.
"Pa!" Jiang Ling'er slapped her palm on the place where the touch occurred, but there was still nothing. But this time she rubbed frantically from left to right, as if she wanted to get rid of the bone-chilling coldness.
"What's wrong, Ling'er, let's go find the leader or the elder to see if you've had another nightmare?"
Jiang Ling'er didn't reply. Her heart seemed to be burning with fire, and her chaotic thoughts turned into a ball of wool, making her feel irritable for no reason.
"No need." The scene in front of her began to become blurry. She bit the tip of her tongue, and the sharp pain took over. Her mind became particularly clear at this moment.
At this time, the round yin and yang in the depths of the pupils were spinning leisurely. Yan Shu and Father Yan in front of them were the same as before, with no special changes, including Zhao Xingyu who was sitting opposite.
It seems that she is really overwhelmed.
Jiang Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes gradually softened, and she sipped the tea handed over by Yan Shu.
The moment she raised her eyelashes, the New Year doll sitting behind the male figure sitting opposite her opened her eyes wide. Its eyes rolled around, its tiny black pupils staring at her constantly, their eyes full of malice and weirdness.
Jiang Ling'er lowered her eyelashes and pretended not to notice.
"Ling'er, you can stay here for dinner tonight. Our village plans to bake a whole pig, and one pig can be eaten by a hundred people. It will be lively!" Yan Shu gestured enthusiastically, "There are also goat milk cakes, Zhumei fruit... …”
"No, there are still important matters in our sect. Junior Sister Zhao wants to go back with me." Zhao Xingyu spoke, and he stood up. The sun outside the window cast a stream of light on the long sword behind him.
"Let's go," he came closer. Although his expression looked comfortable, he couldn't hide the seriousness in his tone, "Junior Sister Zhao."
"Are you really leaving?" Yan Shu said with a trace of reluctance on her face, "The whole pig feast is really delicious."
"I won't eat." Jiang Linger was hesitating about how to speak, but Zhao Xingyu refused on her behalf.
After the two left Yanjia Village, Zhao Xingyu put a high-level invisibility charm on her body, and the two returned to the village quietly again.
"Senior Brother Zhao..."
"Don't make a sound." Zhao Xingyu made a gesture and followed Yan Shu and others into a central square.
"Ugh!" Jiang Ling'er covered her mouth tightly, fearing that she would make any inappropriate noise again.
The smell of blood here is overwhelming, and there are hanging mummies all around. Scarlet minced meat is everywhere. From time to time, you can see a severed hand or foot, revealing the white bones.
The soil here is different from the soil outside. It is so red that it turns purple. I don’t know how many people’s blood has been absorbed to turn it into such a purple-black color.
"Master, why did you let those two people run away? I think they are full of spiritual energy and have the essence of spiritual power. Aren't they the best candidates for sacrifice? The identity of the old man next to Yan Shu has changed from a father to a servant.
"You bastard, didn't you see the sword in the male cultivator's hand? That's sword energy!" Yan Shu paused, "Can you win?"
Jiang Ling'er's eyes suddenly widened from behind, as if she couldn't believe that the person in front of her was a good friend who had been getting along day and night in the past.
So what she just saw was not an illusion?
His body stiffened suddenly, he quickly took a few steps back, and looked at Zhao Xingyu who was walking in front of him with a critical look.
As if he felt the gaze behind him, Zhao Xingyu didn't even turn his head and said through a message: "It's not what you think. If you want to know the truth, come with me."
Jiang Ling'er bit her lip and continued to move her yin and yang eyes, looking straight as if she wanted to see a hole in Yan Shu's body.
The defensive bracelet lit up at this moment. After Jiang Ling'er took all protective measures, he quickly followed Zhao Xingyu.
Yan Shu didn't notice the little tail following behind her. She led the white-haired old man forward, "Master, isn't he summoning me? Come on, you go and lead me."
"yes."
The white-haired old man led Yan Shu to squat on an inconspicuous stone tile floor. He lifted the bluestone slab on the ground, revealing a dark tunnel underneath.
Yan Shu did not hesitate and jumped down. After the white-haired old man followed, Zhao Xingyu pulled Jiang Linger and jumped down at the last moment when the bluestone board was closed.
It seems to be very deep down there, and at a glance you can only see a dark abyss.
There were no other footholds or resting places on the wall. After Jiang Ling'er thought she was going to fall, Zhao Xingyu's cold sword made a beautiful spin, holding the two of them firmly.
