The sound of that voice made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi Zhengtong stunned.
Can this ghostly wind really imitate human speech?
They thought the wind sounded like human speech.
Looking at the black wind that kept passing through the town but could not enter the house, Song Yin asked: "Is this the ghost wind?"
"Probably." Zhang Feixuan was not sure either.
The ghost wind he knew was just a whirling wave, without any color, and not that huge.
The black wind quickly passed through all the towns, as if it sensed something, and quickly hit the three people on the street.
Except for Song Yin, the other two people couldn't react in time and were directly entangled by Heifeng.
Being rolled up by that roll, Zhang Feixuan only felt that his body was empty. When he looked down, the luxurious robe and tiger skin shawl were gone, leaving only a pair of obscene clothes.
After another roll, the obscene clothes were gone, leaving only gray shorts and...
"You old man, you wear a bellyband?!"
Wang Qizheng's rough voice was filled with extreme shock, his eyes widened, even more shocked than seeing a monster. Then, he grinned, pointed at Zhang Feixuan and laughed:
"Zhang Feixuan! Zhang Yingun! Dudou! You are... Hahahaha! Dudou!"
"You are so ridiculous!"
Zhang Fei
Wang Qizheng didn't care so much, just grinning with his big teeth bared.
"Smile, smile, smile! You have no clothes either! Doesn't it look good naked outside!"
Wang Qi was stunned. He was just smiling, but he didn't realize that the wind was also blowing on him, taking away all his clothes, exposing his body.
"Give me back my tiger skin clothes!"
He glared and shouted, raising his hand to grab the black wind on his body.
"What a shame you are."
Suddenly, Song Yin's voice sounded.
I saw that he was surrounded by black wind, but the wind could not take anything away from him. The big hand raised, the sleeves rolled up, and a suction force was created out of thin air, sucking the ghost wind from his body. At the same time, the ghost wind in the entire town The wind swirled into his sleeves, causing the dark and evil look of the town to dissipate.
At the same time, the wind stopped on the two of them, and the clothes that had been swept away fell on them.
"As a Qi Refiner, I don't have any manners to wear!" Song Yin frowned and shouted.
"yes"
The two quickly put on their clothes.
Zhang Feixuan felt his face numb, and said forcefully: "Brother, I am not a transvestite, this bellyband"
Song Yin waved his hand: "I'm not interested in your hobbies, but outside, you represent our Golden Immortal Sect, so you should pay attention to the influence of your demeanor. The rest doesn't matter. As long as your heart is upright, let alone wearing a bellyband and walking around. You Even if Shi Fendai takes the lead in hairpins, that’s also your business.”
He is really not interested. Everyone has their own hobbies. He can't control this thing and he doesn't want to.
"No, senior brother, this bellyband belongs to my lover, not mine. I am, that one."
Zhang Fei
Wang Qizheng walked up to him happily, patted his shoulder and said: "I understand, it's okay, who doesn't have some hobbies, right?"
"You know nothing, get out of here!" Zhang Feixuan glared at him.
This cannot be explained.
Although he didn't like Wang Qizheng calling him a whore, the nickname was really not nonsense. He really liked a casual marriage.
The main reason is that he is handsome and has the aura of a noble boy. It is the easiest to deceive women. There are always some people who are greedy for his body and invite him to spend a night together and pay him!
Sometimes when you have nothing to eat, it’s great to meet people like this.
This bellyband was a gift from a sweetheart, so he put it on.
It's not a transvestite, nor is there anything unspeakable. The main thing is that this bellyband is exquisitely made and made of good materials. If you really encounter difficulties and have no money, it's good to use it in exchange for money.
What?
Isn’t the Qi Master short of money?
If you don’t lack money, why would you come to the world? If you have the ability, go to the mountains.
Spending money on food and drink, practicing alchemy, nothing is free of charge?
They are still evil, and they are not a sect stationed in the human world to be worshiped by others. They are all self-reliant.
Unlike Wang Qizheng, he really can't eat wild animals raw, he can eat insects.
But I can't say that. I like wearing a bellyband, which sounds more acceptable than having sex outside.
"Senior brother, has this ghost wind been subdued like this?"
Seeing that Wang Qizheng was still laughing, Zhang Feixuan simply changed the subject and asked Song Yin.
"It's just a little spirit, but it's just a little bigger. It has no sanity and acted on instinct. Of course, it was taken away directly. This thing does have a long breath. The master is right, it is a good medicinal material."
When the black wind rolled over him, he felt it. He was just a little spirit. He had no harmful intentions and no sense. He acted purely on instinct.
only.
Song Yin said thoughtfully: "I can feel that they want too many things. It's more like they are collecting things by force than following instinct."
With that said, he walked to the previous building again, knocked on the door, and said, "Fellow, I have subdued this ghost spirit. May I ask if there is a cemetery or something like that?"
There was another noise inside the door. It still didn't open, but the sound still came out.
"Has the Great Immortal conquered it? Well, there is no cemetery here, but I heard from an old man that there was once a battlefield twenty miles to the west. I don't know if that's true."
"Understood, farewell."
Song Yin nodded, said no more, and backed away from the building.
"Senior brother? That's it. I helped them out of kindness, but in the end I didn't even open the door and didn't get a meal. It's so rude."
Seeing that the door was still not open, Wang Qizheng said unconvinced.
"The ghost wind can be said to be human-like. It is normal for the people not to believe it. They will understand it when they come out later."
Song Yin said something and did not move slowly. He directly picked up the yellow wind and headed west.
The two of them had no choice but to follow.
Twenty miles to the west was not that far for them, and they reached the place as soon as they speeded up.
This place is a plain with rich grass and some dilapidated watchtowers. Other than that, there is nothing else.
Wang Qi was looking around and asked strangely: "Is this an ancient battlefield? It's nothing. It's a normal place. How ancient is it?"
"No, it's not right."
Zhang Feixuan shrugged his nose, looked at a piece of grass, frowned and stared there, his eyes seemed to penetrate the ground.
"The smell of blood hasn't lasted long, and people have died here."
"There are so many dead people. Where can't there be no dead people?" Wang Qizheng asked.
"No"
Song Yin made a sound at this time. He walked to a grassland, squatted down and picked up a piece of soil. He rubbed his fingers and the soil was rubbed away, revealing something.
He threw the thing back, and Wang Qizheng picked it up, only to see that in his hand was an object with a similar style from the previous shrine.
It is also a weird thing that combines the palm and the lip to form a pendant.
"Soundless and silent door?" Wang Qizheng asked in surprise.
Song Yin's eyes were filled with divine light at this time and he stared straight at the ground: "The resentment is underground."
(End of chapter)
