It was pitch black on the camp of the forward camp without lights.

Nie Lieyang woke up suddenly, looked at a small shadow, and scolded, "Who?"

"It's me. Luo Qingfei hurriedly spoke up and walked over. "Be quiet, don't be alarmed. ”

"It's you!" Nie Lieyang recognized Luo Qingfei, looked up and down, and said, "Are you okay, I heard that you were taken away by the little prince...... I thought you wouldn't come back. ”

Nie Lieyang's worries were true, but his worries were useless at all. Seeing that Luo Qingfei could come back completely, he was only happy.

Luo Qingfei threw the token to Nie Lieyang and said: "This is a token that can command the three armies, I don't care what means you use, before dawn, you must let the forward battalion launch an attack on the Great Weir Country." In the forward battalion, every civilian, who can walk, must be put on the battlefield. ”

Nie Lieyang nodded. "Don't worry, with this token, you will definitely be able to complete the girl's orders. ”

Luo Qingfei reminded: "When the day dawns, this token will no longer be useful." ”

It's time to be reminded, and the token that should be given has been given to him, and Luo Qingfei is leaving.

Nie Lieyang asked, "Where else is the girl going?"

"I still have something very important, I guess I'm back now, I'm going to pick it up. ”

Nie Lieyang didn't ask any more, he was just worried about what to do after so many people in the forward battalion went to the battlefield.

Luo Qingfei knew Nie Lieyang's concerns, and said: "Don't worry, I naturally have other preparations when I go to the battlefield, but now it is inconvenient for me to tell the truth, as long as Nie Zhuangshi believes me, I will naturally take the innocent civilians of the entire forward battalion and leave this ghost place safely." ”

Nie Lieyang nodded, he believed, inexplicably, he could trust the person in front of him.

Even if this person looks like a five-year-old girl.

Dark clouds cover the moon tonight.

Luo Qingfei was like a night cat, walking through the forward camp, with a summer red in her mouth, and jumped onto the towering cliff.

According to the prisoner's foot strength, one day and one night were enough for him to run back and forth from Mount Baimang to the forward battalion.

The miasma was thicker than during the day, and even the fog was wider and deeper.

Luo Qingfei ran to the agreed place, but still did not see the prisoner.

Luo Qingfei was a little apprehensive in her heart.

Could it be that the prisoner is lost?

No, Luo Qingfei prepared a map for him, and taught him to mark it with the bone bell she prepared along the way, even if the fog is big and he can't see the road clearly, he won't get lost when he hears the sound of the bone bell.

Or did something happen to the prisoner?

With the strength of a prisoner, ordinary people can't hurt him, and ordinary beasts can't hurt him, even if he meets some powerful people, with his newly acquired treasure, few people in the mortal realm can help him.

Can't scare herself, Luo Qingfei held her breath and practiced in her dreams, while quietly waiting for the prisoner to return.

One, two, three......

I don't know how much breath passed, Luo Qingfei's ears moved slightly...... There was a strange sound, like a fight, but only the sound of a person breathing.

Opening her eyes, without a moment's hesitation, Luo Qingfei ran wildly towards the voice.

Really......

The prisoner gasped and was being beaten by a crowd of living dead.

Roll up your sleeves and dry the rack!

The person who bullied her Luo Qingfei was simply tired of it.

The Living Dead: "......" We are really tired of living, begging for death and liberation.

This request is very humane, and Luo Qingfei meets them.

Luo Qingfei raised her hand and spilled a packet of medicinal powder. The prisoner held his breath, closed his eyes, and ran over. ”

The medicinal powder is carefully prepared by Luo Qingfei in this mountain these days, in order to be afraid of encountering these living dead again.

Fortunately, the effect of the medicinal powder was better than expected, and the living dead who were close to it all fell into the wind.

"Prisoner, are you alright? Luo Qingfei pulled him to look, but unfortunately the haze was too heavy, and he couldn't see anything abnormal.

The prisoner shook his head and presented Luo Qingfei's bag with both hands.

With this treasure in her hand, Luo Qingfei's heart is much more steady, there are all her belongings, there are tokens she cherishes, and all kinds of spiritual plants and elixirs collected in the secret realm.

Straddling the bag diagonally over her shoulders, Luo Qingfei took the prisoner away from the living dead. "Prisoner, you keep watch for me, I'm going to find a book in my dreams now. ”

The prisoner nodded and sat down, like a small hill, blocking in front of Luo Qingfei.

There was a big-headed stone behind him, Luo Qingfei sat down cross-legged and quickly settled down.

The library in the dream was still daylight, and Luo Qingfei walked in with ease, rummaging through it unscrupulously.

Found it, this is it!

Strange rhythms, strange symbols.

Luo Qingfei spent more than half a month in her dream to practice this song.

Out of the dream, in the night sky, the morning star has risen.

"It's almost dawn, prisoner, go, and we'll go and see off the wretched people. Luo Qingfei stood on the big rock, standing in the wind, her clothes fluttering, and her heroic posture.

The prisoner nodded and followed behind Luo Qingfei.

Flip through the ...... Hey, there is no piano in the bag, only a flute.

Damn, how can there be no piano, among the musical instruments, Luo Qingfei is best at the piano, what flute does she bring without a piano?

Luo Qingfei had a headache holding the flute.

It's better than nothing, and the flute is the flute, it's better than nothing.

It's just that when I practiced, I used the piano, and now I play the flute, and the effect is ...... Probably, probably, maybe a little worse.

No time.

Luo Qingfei brought the flute to her lips and played hard, blowing ...... Babble, babble, goof...... If you can't tune it, you can't make a tune.

Sweat!

Looking up at the sky, the sky was already starting to turn gray.

Calm your mind and fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, Luo Qingfei's eyes were full of confidence.

Bringing the flute to his lips again, the requiem sounded......

The living dead are those who are obviously dead, but they have been pinched by evil magic to the last wisp of remnant soul, so that he cannot rest in peace.

Requiem can help people break free from shackles and return their souls to the six realms.

The melodious sound of the flute dispersed, flying over the heavy fog of the peaks and mountains, like the moonlight breaking through the dark clouds, like the red sun lighting up the morning sky.

The living dead who heard the sound of the flute swallowed their last breath and fell on the deep soil of the mountain forest.

Relieved, finally ...... Relieved.

At the end of the song, Luo Qingfei was already sweating profusely.

Playing such a tune is too expensive to cultivate, and her Luo Qingfei's cultivation is too shallow and shallow.

I want to faint.

Luo Qingfei faltered.

The prisoner supported Luo Qingfei and screamed.

Luo Qingfei couldn't hold on.

The prisoner was in a hurry, and the prisoner, who had never learned ventriloquism, spoke for the first time: "Miss, how are you, Miss?"

Luo Qingfei glanced sideways, glanced at the prisoner, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired, I'll just take a rest." ”

Only then did the prisoner feel a little relieved, and picked up Luo Qingfei and put her under a big tree.

"No, I was still needed on the battlefield, and I promised to take them away. ”