The woman's lips were slightly open, as if she was a little surprised by Jing Yingrong's straightforward refusal.
But she was just surprised. She didn't feel disappointed or angry because of it.
The woman's voice remained unchanged, as soft as before: "If you need payment, I will try my best to satisfy it."
"No need," Jing Yingrong said calmly, "I don't know you, and I'm not the owner of this place."
The woman understood the meaning of her words, nodded slightly, and said, "Well, I'm disturbing fellow Taoist."
Jing Yingrong looked at the ball of light protecting the woman and said, "Are you from Tianchanque?"
The woman was slightly startled, then touched the inner wall of the light ball with her finger, and said, "Is it because of this sage's secret to protecting the soul? My fellow Taoist is really knowledgeable and knowledgeable."
Jing Yingrong: "Tian Chan Que has a secret method that can cross distance barriers and connect to the 'Eternal Life Pond' inside the mountain gate. This can quickly heal serious injuries, improve the physical body's recovery power in a short period of time, and eliminate most of the strange poisons in the world. With your cultivation level, it is enough to perform."
"Puluo Immortality Technique? That's true. But..." the woman smiled faintly, "It's not necessary."
She pursed her lower lip and continued: "Fellow Taoist knows a lot about Tian Chan Que, and he is able to talk to me without fear of the evil power of the ghost vine. He must be a senior whose cultivation and experience far exceed mine. So, can I ask senior a question?"
Jing Yingrong: "You ask."
Woman: "It is said that the Dead Sea holds the secret of resurrecting the dead. Is it true?"
Jing Yingrong said without hesitation: "Fake."
"Purely a rumor?"
"Um."
The woman stopped talking.
After a few breaths, she said: "Thank you, senior."
There was a hint of exhaustion in his feather-light voice.
Jing Yingrong said "You're welcome" and then left.
The abnormal place detected by his spiritual consciousness was not far away. When the reflection in the mirror stopped, he could still vaguely see the faint blue light when he turned around.
She lowered her head and looked at the tangled vines below.
The vines here are no different in appearance from those elsewhere, and even the smell is the same. The only difference is that the vines here are stationary.
The reflection in the mirror fell gracefully, and the toes stepped on a vine. The vines beneath this vine suddenly separated, revealing a section of the vine further down.
A small hole was opened on the vine. The hole was square in shape, and the hole was somewhat uneven, but not too deep.
Jing Yingrong took out the blood-red square strip, compared it, selected one end and inserted it into the small hole.
The entire square bar was submerged and it fit tightly, and a bloody light suddenly flashed across the surface of the vine.
The vines in this area suddenly moved and quickly separated to both sides, revealing a deep and bottomless cave under a hundred feet.
There is a scarlet light film at the entrance of the cave, which blocks the sea water. After Jing Yingrong passed through the light film, the vines moved again and covered the cave again. At the same time, the blood-red square bar returned to her hand.
The cave is a vertical tunnel, like a well. In the blink of an eye, Jing Yingrong was at the other end of the corridor.
The exit was sealed, and it was engraved with extremely complex formation patterns, which not only played a defensive role, but also blocked the penetration of spiritual consciousness.
But for the mirror reflection, it is like a false image.
Coming out of the corridor, what comes into view is a room similar to a bedroom.
The room has no windows and is fully furnished with beds, tables, chairs, cabinets and other furniture. The crystals in the lamps emit a soft halo, and there are several pots of precious spiritual plants placed on the wall.
At first glance, it looks no different from an ordinary monk's bedroom, filled with the atmosphere of life despite its plainness.
——If you ignore the two people sitting opposite each other at the table.
The two people were a man and a woman. Their clothes were neat, their heads were drooped, and their faces were in a semi-rotted state, but there was no peculiar smell at all. It seemed that the decaying process had been treated by someone in some way, thus stopping it and allowing them to remain in this state for a long time.
These two corpses made the originally cozy room feel particularly strange.
Ji Yanzhu couldn't help but said: "Is this the puppet ancestor's room? It feels so strange."
Ji Jie Bi asked: "Mirror, is there any mystery here?"
Jing Yingrong looked at the two corpses and said, "No."
Ji Sha Jian: "Go out and have a look."
Jing Yingrong responded and opened the only door in the room.
There is another long corridor outside the door. Follow the corridor to the end and come to a place that looks like a main hall.
Coming out of the main hall is a long and narrow space with many corridors extending from the left and right sides of the space, each corridor leading to different places.
Regardless of the places or corridors, they are all very low and narrow, and the layout is tight, as if the space is limited.
Ji Jie Bi: "This should be the retreat for the Puppet God Sect in the Sea of Death."
"Well," Jing Yingrong stood in the center of the long and narrow space, staring at a metal door directly in front of him, "There is a road behind the door, leading to the Rotting Bone Swamp."
Jijiebi sighed: "To be able to build such a nest in the Dead Sea, Puppet Ancestor is considered a talent."
Ji Sha Jian sneered: "It's just an ignoble existence."
Ji Yanzhu's focus is on the other side: "Are there any good things here?"
Jing Yingrong: "No. There is something strange."
After her words fell, she appeared in a room at the end of a certain corridor.
The room was filled with dozens of large, clear, round jars containing liquids of varying colors and textures.
And in those liquids, there were crouched children soaked in them.
Ji Sha Sword: "Human Puppet Research Laboratory? Is there anyone alive?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yes." She pointed to two of the round cans and added: "They are also dying."
After that, she walked to the desk against the wall and looked through the pages and jade slips stacked on it.
After watching for a while, Jing Yingrong suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on an empty place, and he said, "Did you intentionally let him study it?"
Transparent ripples spread out, and the skull, the Lord of the Dead Sea, emerged.
It rustled: "Of course."
Jing Yingrong: "To enhance your strength?"
"What else could it be for?"
As soon as the skull finished speaking, Ji Sha Sword moved. It suddenly froze, and when it spoke again, its attitude softened a lot:
"He was inspired by my power to create something like a human puppet. The human puppet and my 'corpse puppet' are different in their own way, so I thought that given time, he might be able to develop a more perfect work, and then I would also I can benefit from his skills and improve the method of refining corpse puppets. Therefore, I turned a blind eye to his actions in the Sea of Death."
Jing Yingrong: "Does he know your acquiescence?"
Skull: "I pretend I don't know. Is he dead?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
The skull was silent for a moment, and sighed sincerely: "What a pity."
