Compared to the insensitivity of those men, this woman's expression was much more lively, but the look in her eyes was the same.
"But little girl, what else can you come up with to buy news."
The woman's eyes were greedy, not just for her, but also for those around her. They looked at her as if they were judging the value of an item.
Lu Yun took out some spiritual weapons. No matter what kind of practice, the spiritual weapons are universal.
After picking out a few, the woman let go and put away the nails that had just touched Lu Yun's lower back.
"My little sister is very smart."
"The person you mentioned did appear, but he just stayed here for one day and then left. Little sister, you are late."
There are many sword cultivators walking in the outside world. Under normal circumstances, sect disciples will not reveal their identities casually.
The woman was indeed describing her second senior brother, but it was obvious that the other party did not know that he was a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect.
"Sister, do you know where he went?"
She continued to ask, and saw the woman in front of her covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly.
"Oh my god, how could I know? I must have gone to the right place." The malice in this sentence was blatant.
The other person reached out and seemed to want to touch Lu Yun's cheek. Lu Yun took a step back, took out the tail pin and stared at the other person.
"Tsk, tsk, little sister is so cruel."
"Anyway, that's all I know, but I can give you one more piece of news."
She approached Lu Yun and leaned beside her with a cold tone: "If you don't want to die, just leave quickly. The person who will take you back..."
"Hahaha!"
It seemed like she was revealing some news to Lu Yun, but after halfway, the woman left with a smile.
Cutting off the news in the middle makes people feel frustrated and panicked.
Lu Yun did not chase after him.
There were many strange looks around, and Lu Yun carefully looked at the situation of the ghost cultivators.
The Ghost Village is actually not that big, and the ghost cultivators in the world of cultivation are not limited to this place.
No matter what path you take, it will become more and more difficult to practice later on, and if ghost cultivators want to improve their cultivation, they need a lot of resentment.
Although there are many dead people in the mass grave outside Yinhun Village, most of them are ordinary people, and the resentment they can provide is limited.
Lu Yun thought again of the fresh corpses that came in.
The ghost cultivators here seem to be preying on each other, or maybe... preying on an existence like her.
In this case, the way these people looked at me made sense.
But this kind of behavior is rare among ghost cultivators.
Perhaps, all this is due to unknown changes here.
As for Meng Lin, the man said that the second senior brother had left, but the meaning in his words obviously had a deeper meaning.
What she can know is that Meng Lin is indeed not in Yinhun Village, but the place he goes to has something to do with it.
Thinking about it, Lu Yun continued to inquire in the village.
There is no news about Meng Lin, but I heard some things.
"It'll be there tomorrow."
"Well, it's coming soon, it's coming soon."
"I heard there are many people."
There will be people coming to Yinhun Village tomorrow, and there will be a lot of them?
While walking, Lu Yun came to a place similar to an ancestral hall, but there was no one guarding it and the door was open.
There is no spiritual tablet inside, just a coffin.
There are coffins in ghost villages, which is normal.
The coffin is made of fine blood wood and is made of very good materials. There are several red ropes hanging on the coffin. The tail of the rope hangs down close to the ground, and some copper coins are hung on it.
Those copper coins are not ordinary objects, they are all spiritual weapons.
There were many formations carved on the coffin. Lu Yun was not proficient in formations, but he only knew that some of these formations were used to stabilize the soul.
Even the blood wood is used to nourish the soul.
Who is in this coffin?
The coffin lid was not closed, and curiosity arose in my heart.
Taking a step forward, you can see what's going on inside.
There was a woman lying inside, very young, less than twenty years old, as beautiful as a newlywed dressed in red.
On the woman's delicate face, her eyes are closed and her hands are clasped on her abdomen, looking elegant and dignified.
This man looked like he was sleeping in a coffin, with the vitality of a stranger.
But this man... wasn't breathing.
The coffin is placed here and can be seen by passing by, as if telling everyone that there is a secret here for her to explore.
Get closer, get closer, see more clearly, see more clearly.
There was an idea screaming in her heart, but Lu Yun stood there indifferently.
This is a trap laid out on the surface.
Lu Yun chose not to jump.
She left the ancestral hall, and the moment she stepped out, someone appeared inside, it was the middle-aged man.
What a pity.
As he muttered, he looked at the coffin with sarcastic eyes.
The man wiped a handful of the woman's face. He was still about to move his hand down, but then he thought of something and quickly stopped.
"Tsk, trouble."
He closed the coffin, and the red thread pulled the copper coins, swinging in the empty room.
The wind blows the candlelight, and the firelight is weak. The woman in the coffin falls into a sweet dream, but the dead have no dreams.
Night in the Ghost Village comes earlier than the outside world.
As soon as Lu Yun returned to the small courtyard, the sky turned completely dark. In the courtyard, the man smiled kindly at Lu Yun.
"came back."
"Um."
They were asking and answering questions, like companions, but when Lu Yun passed by the other party, the other party suddenly took action and grabbed Lu Yun's back with a claw.
And Lu Yun was already prepared.
The dagger separated the opponent's hand, Lu Yun distanced herself, and stood on the roof.
The other party rescued him and even led him to the place where the coffin was placed, all on purpose.
"Tsk, did you find out?"
The man curled his lips, very dissatisfied.
Lu Yun was silent and didn't respond. She held her tail needle horizontally in front of her and looked at the other person quietly.
"Aren't you curious about who is in the coffin?"
"She knows the person you want to find."
The man said the news that Lu Yun wanted, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, forming a twisted smile.
"You're not a ghost cultivator, are you?"
The sinister look in his eyes seemed to be enough to reveal all Lu Yun's hidden secrets.
Lu Yun remained silent, and moved quickly with her hands. In a flash, You Longying appeared in front of the man.
The opponent's cultivation level is actually only at the late stage of the Golden Core, but compared to Cao Yu's dabbler, the opponent is a real late-stage Golden Core cultivator.
After the moves matched up, Lu Yun did feel pressure, but it was just pressure.
As soon as a hit misses, he turns around and retreats to find new openings. This is Lu Yun's style of play.
In this gloomy village of ghosts, and as night falls, You Longying provides Lu Yun with absolute speed. Lu Yun, holding the tail needle, is like a ghost in the shadow, ghostly and cruel.
"Well, now I don't doubt your identity."
After being attacked several times by Lu Yun, the man denied his suspicions.
As for ghost cultivators, most of their methods are cunning. As long as they can achieve their goals, sneak attacks are common.
"I thought you were a disciple of some sect outside?"
The man continued to speak, reaching out his hand in the darkness and accurately grabbing Lu Yun's hiding place.
Lu Yun was not angry after being found.
She knew that the other party wanted to break through her defenses with words so that she could be shaken.
The two of them were in the same realm of cultivation, and the small realm between them was not insurmountable in Lu Yun's eyes.
Her breathing became very light, her waist was hooked, and her fingers naturally drooped, like a cat that was always agile, and her eyes hidden in the darkness flashed with sparks at a certain moment.
She moved again.
