The night is dark.
Han Yun fell into a deep sleep with regret.
In fact, at his level, there is no longer any need to use sleep to restore energy.
Just meditate every day and enter the cultivation state for a few hours to achieve the same effect.
But these days, he always felt exhausted.
Not only did he have no intention of cultivating at all, he even had no idea about his usual hobby of dressing up and then going out to look for flowers.
It's like he suddenly changed into a different person.
Han Yun slept until three o'clock in the morning the next day.
After a night's rest, his energy finally seemed to have recovered a lot, and he was no longer as haggard as yesterday.
The regret in his heart was somewhat diluted by this.
After the handsome-looking man in white clothes got up and washed himself, he looked at his appearance in front of a large bronze mirror in the room and put on his clothes neatly and meticulously.
Soon, the senior brother of Lingxin Valley, who was fluttering in white clothes, elegant in demeanor, and always had a gentle smile on his face, returned.
Han Yun looked at himself in the bronze mirror and nodded with satisfaction.
Immediately, he unconsciously rubbed it with his fingers a few times, but the feeling of nothing on his hands made him feel that something was missing.
The handsome monk frowned slightly.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands, his eyes twinkling slightly.
Then, he showed a look of realization.
He knew why something felt wrong.
It turned out that something was missing in my hand.
Jade flute!
The jade flute is gone!
Han Yun thought for a while, and then his spiritual sense penetrated into his storage jade bracelet.
It was empty inside.
Originally, there was a pile of spiritual stones as high as a hill, and several wooden boxes with talismans in them.
All gone.
There were only one or two magic weapons, scattered refining materials, and some elixirs and herbs left, lying sparsely on the ground.
Seeing the miserable scene in his jade bracelet, Han Yun couldn't help but press his chest.
Here, there is a dull pain.
Memories that I didn't want to mention were brought back again, and yesterday's painful scene came to mind again.
Han Yun couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.
He took a deep breath and quickly scanned the few remaining items, trying to find what he wanted inside.
However, after he glanced around, his eyes showed disappointment that could not be concealed.
There is no jade flute.
The handsome monk thought about it carefully, and it seemed that everything had been going wrong for him recently.
One after another, I encountered several things that made me lose control of my emotions.
And the jade flute that had accompanied him for several years was also crushed one by one.
Now, there is even no inventory.
Thinking of this, Han Yun let out a long sigh.
At this moment, he suddenly found that the air in his field of vision seemed to be distorted.
Immediately, a large black fog appeared in front of him.
The black mist slowly gathered and condensed, and finally turned into a skinny figure.
Seeing this scene, Han Yun's eyes narrowed and his heart almost stopped beating.
He looked calm on the surface, but secretly complained in his heart.
Damn it, why is this evil god back at this time?
The figure was wrapped in black mist, and apart from revealing a pair of extremely bright eyes like a wolf and eagle, the specific appearance was completely unclear.
He looked at Han Yun and said in an old and hoarse voice:
"What, you haven't seen me for just a few days and you don't recognize me anymore?"
When Han Yun heard this, he sighed secretly in his heart, and then bowed his hands in a slightly respectful tone.
"Mr. Jin."
The black mist figure nodded slightly after hearing Han Yun's greeting.
"During my absence, how did your instructions go?"
When Han Yun heard the figure's question, the smile on his face was slightly embarrassed.
He opened his mouth but stopped talking.
When the black mist figure whom he called Mr. Jin saw this, his eyes suddenly became sharp.
"What happened?"
Han Yun saw the other party's sharp eyes staring into his eyes, and the secrets in his heart seemed to be seen through at a glance.
He was a little scared in his heart and replied hesitantly:
"I... accidentally lost all the five thousand spirit stones you gave me..."
"What did you say?"
The black mist figure twisted and instantly appeared in front of Han Yun.
On top of the original oldness and hoarseness of his voice, there was also a hint of coldness that contained murderous intent.
"Do you still remember what I told you before I left?"
"These five thousand spirit stones were used to fund your business operations. But when I came back, you said you lost them all?"
The figure in the black mist floated in mid-air, looking down on the handsome monk in white. Although the figure was thin, it brought a great sense of oppression to the latter.
"Han Yun, don't joke with me. I'm too old to bear this."
Han Yun felt this heavy invisible pressure, and felt that his breathing began to become a little unsmooth.
He swallowed, his mind working rapidly, hoping to find a reasonable excuse.
Otherwise, given the other party's temper, although he would not kill him on the spot due to his status, a painful meal would obviously be inevitable.
Seeing Han Yun's appearance, the black mist figure's eyes gradually became cold, and at the same time, a tentacle condensed with black mist extended from his body.
When Han Yun saw this tentacle, he slowly approached him, and the cold sweat on his forehead began to ooze crazily.
After taking a few breaths, seeing the tentacles about to touch him, he was so anxious that he finally came up with an idea.
That is to push Ye Song out.
Although the opponent cheated me intentionally or unintentionally in yesterday's fight.
But no matter what, on the surface, he is his ally.
And he indeed collected 2,500 spiritual stones from himself.
Although there may be something wrong with the process, it is still acceptable.
Thinking of this, Han Yun quickly said:
"Mr. Jin, wait a minute. In fact, I didn't lose all the five thousand spirit stones. I used half of them to win over another sequence disciple, Ye Song!"
Upon hearing this, the tentacles stopped extending instantly.
Mr. Jin's old and hoarse voice came out from the black mist.
"How can I trust you?"
Seeing that the other party stopped moving, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief.
He replied:
"Give me twelve hours. Within twelve hours, I will give you a satisfactory answer."
After the black mist figure was silent for a while, he responded:
"Can!"
"I will come back to you in twelve hours."
After saying this, the figure in the black mist began to slowly disperse, and soon disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared before.
Seeing the other party leaving, Han Yun raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
Fortunately, I was smart, otherwise I would have suffered a lot today.
He gradually calmed down and remembered the excuse he had made before, and then sighed deeply.
In this way, although the immediate crisis was temporarily eliminated, it also prevented Ye Song from asking about the abolished talisman.
Because in the end, even if it was found out that Ye Song had deliberately done something behind his back, he could only endure it and not fall out with the other party.
If they fall out, Mr. Jin will definitely think that he is lying to him.
When the time comes, the consequences will be very serious.
