"Where am I exactly..."
"..."
The girl in green raised her hand and pinched the cracked wound at the corner of her mouth against the lines of the scar. "Fang Zhe, are you okay? Let's go."
The original plan was to find a random store in the city and meditate for a night, but unexpectedly, the two of them had no chance to rest at all.
She doesn't plan to look for Shen Qingyuan and Xiao Shiyu anymore. The two of them are alchemy cultivators. If they fall into such a trap between powerful people, it may be difficult to escape for a while, and their lives may even be in danger.
Jiang Su took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and sent a message: "There is something strange here... Take the magic weapon and fish blood and leave quickly. If you are safe, let me know."
We need to get these two people back as soon as possible.
The yellow talisman disappeared between the girl's two fingers.
Fang Zhe had already put all the magical weapons into Jiang Su's bag at the right time. Without waiting for the girl to make further preparations, he directly took her by the collar, pulled out the cold sword, and headed towards the Western Region with his sword.
After half a stick of incense, the two of them were already in the air, and a transmission note suddenly appeared beside them.
Jiang Su noticed the fluctuation of spiritual power and reached out to catch it.
"The two of us are fine. We have passed the Shifang Immortal Mountain now, and we have brought back the fish blood. In addition, we have brought the fishmen back to the sect."
The person who conveyed the message was Xiao Shiyu. His voice sounded unhurried and slow. There was a faint sound of wind and... noise around him.
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"Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, dong!"
Ah ah ah ah we have gone to heaven, where is the sky!
"Lingling, bang, bang bang bang, bang."
It's an immortal, it's a real immortal! We are going to follow the immortals too! ! !
"Ding-dong, dong-dong-dong! Ding-dong!"
Have you brought the baby? We won’t be able to go to the sea anymore! This is a matter of escape!
"Crack, bang, bang, bang!"
Take it, take it, tie it up under that immortal’s treasure! Look! The kids were so happy that they popped bubbles!
Xiao Shiyu and Shen Qingyuan were walking side by side at this time. They were holding two small daggers, Shiyu and Mo Yuan respectively. They stood on the blades. Dozens of colorful long ribbons were tied to the hilts. A wide variety of fishmen.
Their upper torsos are fish, and they are crumbling in the wind. The continuous noise is the collision between shells of different sizes as they communicate.
Jiang Su heard the message in the distance.
"..."
"They are absolutely crazy."
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Zhang Yunsheng found this unusual cliff.
She was originally walking in the darkness, using the talisman to illuminate. Now she saw the gap between the two cliffs, and her intuition told her that there was something strange here.
The cold wind passed through the cliff, blowing the hem of her clothes, and the wire on the whisk was also slightly fluttering. In the silent night, she heard echoes like ghost cries.
The sound was irregular, intermittent, and sharp, like a baby cooing, or like the cuckoo bird's eternal cry, urging people to return.
The cuckoo cried blood and persuaded several people to return.
There was only one conclusion in her mind.
"This is a place where souls return."
Someone will die.
Zhang Yunsheng turned his wrist and threw the talisman in his hand to the ground. Sure enough, between the two cliffs, even before entering, the fast and bone-chilling cold wind extinguished the talisman and blew it into black powder.
She squinted her eyes slightly, looked calm, raised her hand to straighten the whisk in her hand, and remained calm. Although he remained calm, his eyebrows and eyes were full of caution.
"There is something waiting for me... This place is difficult to defend between the two cliffs. If there is a formation trap, it will be difficult to solve it in a short time. It is full of dangers..."
"I have to go in...I should go in..."
There was a tight breath in her heart, burying all her panic. She was not afraid, but the strange feeling in her heart lingered.
Like...worrying about some people.
"Liu Yunqing...could he have also walked here? I didn't see any traces of him along the way..."
There is actually a tacit understanding between the two, which stems from their willingness to challenge when facing danger and the same perspective when thinking about problems.
They are natural rivals, tit for tat, tit for tat.
Zhang Yunsheng calmed down and took out a lantern from her storage bag this time. From the moment the lantern appeared in her hand, it exuded a bright yellow warm color, and it never went out when the cold wind blew through it.
Long wooden handles and bamboo strips as cages.
The appearance is ordinary, and one of the lanterns, which Jiang Su must be very familiar with if she is here, is the dragon lantern.
The god of Zhongshan is named Zhulong, which is regarded as day, sleeping as night, blowing as winter, shushing as summer, and breathing as wind.
This lamp is based on the breath of the nine turbid yin according to ancient legends. The precious gas in the lamp is the candle flame, not the candle body.
Why should a true descendant of an aristocratic family, the future head of a sect, need to blow out the lamp for longevity? Zhang Yunsheng's lamp has never been extinguished since the day it was turned on.
The female cultivator in brocade clothes held a lantern in her left hand and a whisk in her right hand. She walked steadily into the darkness with steady steps.
It happened that the dark wind was blowing.
After five breaths of walking——
"This wind... is so noisy. There is clearly no source of the sound, but it is mixed with the sharp sound of ghosts crying and howling."
Zhang Yunsheng squatted down, touched the ground with his fingers, and dug out a piece of land.
"It's dry." She put the piece of soil to the tip of her nose and smelled it. "There is no smell of blood... There are no dead people here."
She stood up again, threw the clods of soil in her hands on the ground, performed a purification technique, and continued to move forward. The two surrounding walls were covered with hanging people wearing black shrouds.
The iron chain tied the ankle, and when the wind blew, it bumped against the stone wall, making a tinkling sound.
"Are these people... dead now? Did they die here?"
She stepped forward with a lantern and carefully examined the features of the Hanged Man's face. His skin was white to blue, his eye sockets were sunken, he had hair but no eyebrows, his lips were pale, and his expression was dull.
"Why do dead people have hair?"
The next moment, she whipped up the iron whisk, and thousands of wires climbed up to the Hanged Man's neck. With a sudden exertion of force, she actually cut off the Hanged Man's head!
"Huh?" Zhang Yunsheng frowned slightly, and the previous inexplicable nervousness turned into confusion again.
"It's so damn weird."
Chapter·Living King of Hell·Yun Sheng.
The ferocity of the Shifang Sect may be a tradition. Whether it is her who is emotionally stable, Liu Yunqing who is arrogant and upright, Dong Yiyi who is compassionate and kind... plus Jiang Su who is in a good mental state, everyone is the first to take action... Talk again.
Kill first if there is an emergency, and wait until you kill the wrong person.
The Hanged Man's head fell at her feet. Zhang Yunsheng lowered his eyes slightly, with the indifference of looking at an ant again, and in the blink of an eye he kicked the head forward with his foot.
Gulu gulu——
The Hanged Man's head kept rolling forward, with Zhang Yunsheng kicking behind him in boredom.
She vaguely recalled that when she was a teenager, she once casually accepted a commission from the sect. She and Liu Yunqing dressed up as mortals and participated in a Cuju competition during the Cold Food Festival in a city.
That was the first time the two of them fought side by side as true companions.
