The boy lay in Li Ying's arms, tears wet the front of her chest.
Li Ying's body stiffened. She resisted the urge to throw the boy out of her arms and stroked his head harshly: "Be good, stop crying."
"Tell me, where are you from?"
The boy's sobs gradually subsided amidst Li Ying's comforting words. He sniffed, his face arched in her arms, and his little hands pulled her sleeves sheepishly.
"Auntie, we are coming from the north."
Aunt? Aunt? !
79588 laughed so much that she rolled into a ball in her sea of consciousness, and the sizzling electronic music made Li Ying, who was already unhappy, about to explode.
"Tsk..."
Li Ying said: "Little brat, you should call me grandma."
As she spoke, she transformed into an old woman, with a dry, orange-peeled face, and looked at the boy in her arms with sadness.
The boy looked up and saw that the young aunt who was holding him had turned into an old woman with deep yin energy.
His red eyes, as wet as a deer's, suddenly burst into tears, and with a cry of "Wow--" he cried again.
The cry resounded through Kaiya, and Li Ying was so shocked that she turned back.
This kid is so squeamish.
She pinched his little fleshy face that was shaking from crying, and with a wave of her left hand, she led a group of little ghosts to the north.
…
The wind howled, and purple lightning flashed.
The sound of winter thunder made everything tremble.
After the loud thunder, there was the winter rain of "wow--" and "wow--". Heavy rain poured down, accompanied by purple lightning winter thunder, rolling down and coming in waves. It seems to be washing away the filth, dirt, and selfishness in this world.
The monk guarding Luojuan rubbed his hands and let out a breath of cold air.
He stared blankly at the town gate, and seemed to see his daughter Yu'er, who had been lost a few days ago, standing pretty at the town gate.
His feet walked towards her uninhibited, his knees slightly bent and his eyes wide open as he ran towards her.
"Yu'er, is that you?!"
He looked at her anxiously and in a panic, and saw her running toward him crying, calling him "Daddy."
Tears immediately fell from his eyes. He felt very absurd but extremely happy. He took Yu'er into his arms and groped her from head to toe to make sure that there was no harm on her body and that there was nothing weird inside her body. His spiritual power fluctuated, and he felt relieved.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Daddy, I miss you so much...wuwu wu..."
The pink and jade-like little girl fell into her father's arms, crying so hard that it could almost be said that her heart was broken.
The monk wiped away her tears distressedly and immediately conveyed the news to the town.
When my daughter was almost done crying, I asked her in detail what had happened.
"Daddy... ugh... burp!"
The half-grown girl wiped her eyes and replied: "A strange grandpa took us away. He made us fall asleep and didn't let us talk, play, or go home... burp! An aunt brought us back. , she is a good aunt, but a bit fierce, and she also wears a very scary, hiccup! very scary mask on her face."
The monk was surprised, helped his daughter along her back, and asked: "With a mask?!"
"Yeah," the little girl said, "It's so scary. No one dares to get close to her except Wang Yi."
Wang Yi, the son of the mayor of Luozhuo Town.
When the monk heard the name Wang Yi, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he was somewhat inquisitive.
If he remembered correctly, Wang Yi was not lost at all and was placed in Mayor Wang's home.
The "Wang Yi" Yu'er mentioned was just a blindfolded monk they invited to lure out the culprit.
There are almost dozens of scenes taking place at the same time in Luozhuo Town.
Time goes back to an hour ago.
By the way, at that time, Li Ying was dressed in black black clothes, with a ferocious ghost mask on her face. She was holding the crying boy named Wang Yi in one hand, and at the same time, she was calling a large group of children's souls to float to the north of Wei Cliff.
Dark shadows drifted, and the air was cold and cold.
This makes the already cold and terrifying Kui Ya even more eerie in the dark night.
A few monks happened to be patrolling the mountain to see this. They were so afraid that they immediately took out the running talisman and fled in a hurry. They also did not forget to open the photo ball in their hands to leave a message for the Cultivation World Tianming Network:
【shock! ! ! While practicing practice late at night, I saw countless ghost figures in the barren mountains! ! ! Is it the underworld's poor handling of affairs that caused the evil spirits to escape? ! Or is he an ambitious wolf from the underworld who wants to explore the world of cultivation? ! 】
Within a quarter of an hour, this message was promoted to the top ten list of Tianming.com, and the attention continued to increase.
Tianming.net was created by Jishu Pavilion, which controls all information in the world of cultivation. It provides information to the monks and also provides them with a platform to publish information throughout the cultivation world, using the photo ball as a medium.
Generally, information is open for reading. As long as the owner who publishes it does not require payment, everyone can read it and express opinions under it.
Of course, if there are inappropriate remarks, the leaders of the Jishu Pavilion will also withdraw the remarks and post them to avoid taboos.
And if you want to know some more secret information, you need to pay enough spiritual stones, elixirs, magic weapons, or elixirs to get it.
For payment and other transaction procedures, just transfer it from the payment end of the photo ball.
Let’s get back to the topic, Tianming.com’s [Late Night Ghost] post continues to gain popularity, and all the monks in the world of cultivation have entered their own comments, making the entire Tianming.com very lively.
[Let me tell you that the underworld has no good intentions. They are all lifeless and gloomy. They must have come to our world to inquire for information! 】
[Plus one upstairs. 】
【+1】
【+1005699】
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Yi Yan looked at the blurry figure in the photo ball in silence, his chest rising and falling violently, watching the monks showing their malicious thoughts towards the underworld, and then he made a comment with a few flips of his fingers.
[The underworld will not be like this. Maybe the fellow Taoist saw it wrong. Maybe they were just monsters in the mountains. 】
[Everyone, please be careful what you say. 】
…
The photo ball in his hand was silent for a moment, and then the screen exploded like a bomb.
[I am the person involved, this is obviously a ghost image. Monks all have sharp eyes, and several of our colleagues have recorded this, and they have all seen it with their own eyes, so there is no way they can be mistaken. 】
[That’s it…this is obviously a ghost…]
[Although the image left behind by this photo ball is blurry and uneven, it is still very easy to distinguish between ghosts and monsters. 】
[Like from upstairs. 】
【+1】
…
Yi Yan frowned and looked at the area where the image of the shadow ball was located, and found that it was at Wei Cliff.
He zoomed in on the image and saw a slender and blurry black figure on it. He was holding something in his arms and floating towards the north at a high speed.
Li Ying's name flashed in his mind, and he knocked his head to get this idea out of his mind.
It couldn't be her. She was seriously injured and had yet to recover. However, Fang Xing couldn't possibly have the spiritual power and ghost power to support her on her way to Kaiya.
This message from Fang Huaimeng came again, and all ghost messengers were explicitly prohibited from going to inquire.
Yan Yan squeezed the photo ball in his hand, finally put it into his sleeve, and ignored it.
…
Completely unaware that Tianming.com was having a heated discussion at this time, Li Ying was rushing north with a group of children to find their hiding place.
