Sikong Yueling carried four people and flew at a slower speed than when he went to the trading market for nearly an hour before returning to Yueling Island.
Along the way, Uncle Luo and Luo Wenwen were shocked by the various magical and splendid spectacles they saw along the way. When they got off the flying boat, their expressions could not calm down.
As for Jiang Fan, who is slightly afraid of heights, he has no intention of looking at the scenery.
He closed his eyes tightly the whole way, hugging his senior sister's waist tightly, shivering, and not daring to let go at all.
Even now, he has stepped on solid ground again, but he still feels that his legs are still weak.
After the four people got off the boat, the girl immediately called a Qi Refining Realm monk from Yueling Island, handed the old man and the little girl the salutes of the old man and the little girl, and asked him to lead them to settle down.
When the monk saw that the island owner had brought two mortals back, although he looked curious, he did not dare to ask any more questions. Instead, he respectfully led Old Man Luo and Luo Wenwen away.
At this time, the sky had darkened.
Due to the lack of entertainment in this world, the mortals living on Yueling Island had no nightlife and basically took a break early.
Jiang Fan was no exception. He had long been accustomed to a healthy routine. After washing himself, he lay down on the bed in Qingxinyuan.
He did not go to sleep directly, but took out the bracelet rough that he had asked his senior sister to buy at the trading market during the day, and held it in front of his face to observe carefully.
Looking at the luck entry titled "Self-ban", Jiang Fan thought for a while and directly used the system's luck erasure function.
"System, use the luck erasing function to erase the "self-blocking" luck of this object."
After he finished reciting it silently in his mind, the luck entry immediately turned into light particles that filled the sky and dissipated.
At the same time, a faint sigh appeared in his mind.
"Eh……"
This sigh was extremely short-lived and lasted less than three seconds in Jiang Fan's mind before disappearing in an instant.
Although Jiang Fan was mentally prepared, he was still so shocked that he jumped up from the bed on the spot.
He calmed down, held his breath, and listened carefully, but the sigh could no longer be heard.
Jiang Fan waited for a long time, but could not wait for the follow-up. He thought for a while, lay down again, and continued to look at the rough bracelet.
I saw that although the object was still the original dark color, it had a slightly warmer luster than it did at the beginning.
The original luck entries above also changed from one to three:
[Innate strange spirit body, awakening from a big dream, a wisp of residual soul]
[Awakening from a big dream: Due to sleeping for too long, the consciousness is not yet clear]
[A ray of remnant soul: There is only a ray of remnant soul left, life is crumbling and may die at any time]
I bet you just picked up a ghost and went home, right?
Jiang Fan complained in his heart, and was about to continue observing, when he suddenly felt a wave of fatigue welling up in his mind.
Jiang Fan was surprised when he felt the ferocity of this fatigue.
The sequelae of using the system this time were as strong as the one I had given my senior sister to improve her realm.
Before he could think any more, his vision went dark and he fell back on the bed.
This night, Jiang Fan had a very special dream.
In his dream, he heard a woman's voice whispering the word "master" in his ear.
This voice was so sweet and charming that it was so ecstatic that Jiang Fan felt that all the bones in his body were numb and itchy from her call, and his whole soul almost ascended to heaven.
…
On the other side, in a quiet room separated only by two bamboo walls from Jiang Fan's room, Sikong Yueling was sitting quietly on a futon, with the magic weapon she obtained from Mr. Luo during the day in front of her.
A monk like her at the Foundation Establishment Realm basically doesn't need to sleep unless there are special circumstances, but practices instead.
At this time, the girl was closing her eyes, sinking all her spiritual consciousness into this round magic weapon, and carefully exploring the mystery of this object.
…
Near the trading market, in Old Man Luo's original residence, the old housekeeper was following his father's instructions when he left and took over the management of the original business.
At this time, he was sorting out the account books under the oil lamp.
Suddenly, a strange wind blew, the oil lamp went out, and the room fell into darkness.
The old housekeeper was startled. He opened his eyes wide and fumbled to relight the oil lamp.
For some reason, he felt something floating in the darkness in front of him.
When the oil lamp was re-lit, everything in the room was as usual.
With his perception, he couldn't detect that there were a few wisps of black mist slowly dispersing in the air.
…
Time passed slowly, and Jiang Fan slept soundly all night.
Early the next morning, he opened his eyes in a daze. He sat up, lowered his head and lifted the quilt to take a look. His face suddenly turned red and he coughed several times.
Just when he was about to get up and clean up, there was a sudden knock on the door of the room.
Jiang Fan hurriedly covered his lower body with the quilt, then raised his head and said:
"Come in."
The door was pushed open with a creak, and it turned out to be Sikong Yueling.
She saw Jiang Fan firmly covering his lower body with the quilt, and there was some confusion in his eyes.
At this time, with her keen sense of smell at the late stage of Foundation Establishment Realm, she suddenly smelled a strange smell that seemed to be floating in the air.
Her beautiful nose moved subconsciously.
After Jiang Fan saw it, his heart thumped.
It's over, are you going to die in front of your senior sister?
He was panicking inside.
After Sikong Yueling's nose twitched a few times, his brows wrinkled slightly.
She thought about it for a long time, but she didn't know what exactly was emitting this smell.
She glanced at Jiang Fan and saw that he looked nervous and had some doubts in his eyes, but he did not ask.
Because at this time, she had more important things to say:
"Junior brother, when you get up later, remember to look for me at the door. The patrolling monks from Yueling Island just came to report that something happened to the wooden building where you lived before."
After saying this, she exited the room lightly.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan sat on the bed with a confused expression.
He suddenly remembered that his senior sister was only eighteen years old.
With the girl's cold and arrogant character, she must have never experienced anything between a man and a woman, so naturally she couldn't tell what the smell was.
Thinking of this, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, okay, I only tested the edge of social death, but after all, there is no real social death.
Taking advantage of the time when the girl exited, Jiang Fan quickly got up and quickly cleaned up. At the same time, he opened the window to let some air in, and then put on new pants.
After washing up, he walked behind his senior sister who was standing quietly at the door, waiting for him, and said:
"Sister, I'm fine."
The girl hummed, her expression was very calm, and her voice was as cold as ever: "Let's go."
After saying this, the girl raised her hand and summoned a stream of water, which wrapped around Jiang Fan's body.
In order to take care of the latter's fear of heights, Sikong Yueling deliberately slowed down his altitude. After the two flew close to the ground for a minute, they arrived at the wooden building where Jiang Fan previously lived.
After seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Fan felt a chill rising from his back and reaching Tianling Gai.
I saw that the wooden building where I originally lived had disappeared, and what existed in its place was an irregular deep pit about a hundred meters in diameter.
He cautiously approached the edge of the pit, looked down, and couldn't help but shudder.
The depth of this pit is at least thirty meters, and the bottom is in a mess. The ruins of broken walls and gravel and sand are mixed together at the bottom of the pit. There is no trace of the original wooden building at all.
Jiang Fan calmed down, turned to Sikong Yueling with a stiff neck, and asked: "Senior sister, what... happened here?"
