Night falls.

In Jiang Fei's heart, there is still light, because he thought about it, but he still didn't give up, looking forward to the arrival of emptiness.

Regardless of whether what he said was true or not, Jiang Fei wanted to try it.

Because he really has no other way, if he wants to recover his spiritual power and get out of the predicament, he can only resort to emptiness.

The night is getting deeper.

Jiang Fei sat in the room, looking out the window, and did not move for a long time.

After waiting for so long, the empty space has not yet come.

Actually, it was just dark, and it didn't take long.

Jiang Fei would feel that a long time had passed, because he was waiting, and the waiting time was not very long?

He couldn't sit still, stood up (shēn), twisted (chuáng) the switch next to the couch, and lined up on the glass table in the room, the light flowing, and the crystal beads rose from his mouth.

In an instant, the room turned dark to light, and the light shone brightly, like day.

Jiang Fei walked out of the room, stood on the corridor, and looked at the pavilion, the light was hazy, the pavilion was even hazy, and the outline could only be faintly seen.

According to the agreed time, the empty space should have come over, but there was no movement.

Since he said he was coming, he probably wouldn't break his promise.

Jiang Fei's people, although they were standing in the corridor, their minds had already galloped towards the pavilion.

In the distance, the pavilion towers in the darkness, and it seems to be close at hand.

He didn't know how long he had been standing, but there was no movement in the direction of the pavilion.

The lights flickered.

He suddenly took a step, stepped on the nine-curved bridge, and walked quickly to the pavilion.

Waiting was an ordeal, and he didn't want to go on.

Before he got close, Jiang Fei had an ominous premonition, the mist at night was very wet, hitting the light silk robe.

Between the backs, it was already cold, and a chill was born.

Jiang Fei came to the pavilion, the water was murmuring, it seemed that it would never stop, he stood for a while, and still didn't see the emptiness.

"Empty!"

He leaned on the railing and looked into the pool, when suddenly, a strong smell of blood rushed over him, and he was tightly encircled.

In the pool water, the shimmer flickered, and a slender black shadow meandered upside down, twisted upwards, and between the jagged scales, there were bright traces in the vertical and horizontal directions.

Vivid traces flow slowly, dripping into the pool water, creating a dark red halo.

"Empty?"

Jiang Fei was surprised, he could see that the thing that was overturned in the pond water was a thin Jiao, (shēn) was covered with blood.

This is the empty truth (shēn), and now, it is poured into the pool.

He jumped into the pool, swam to the side of the thin Jiao, and pushed the gray scale armor, blood gushed for a while, and the blood light in the pool became heavier and heavier.

No matter how Jiang Fei pushed, the thin Jiao would no longer react, and the blood in the pool was flowing more and more.

Sora is dead.

Who killed him?

Why?

Jiang Fei was shocked in his heart, and suddenly understood that if Kongkong suddenly died, then most of the words that came out of his mouth were true.

Tomorrow the flute will sound again, and he will become a puppet.

Although he had learned the "Tranquility Technique", he had not recovered his spiritual power, and he could not resist it at all.

Is it really going to be a puppet?

Yingying's sneer lit up and appeared in front of Jiang Fei's eyes, no wonder she kept laughing like this, it turned out that she had already won the battle.

If Jingjing is a female official here, how can she let it go and let the demon spirit do it?

When Jiang Fei saw Jingjing today, he could see clearly that she didn't show any signs of worry.

He suddenly remembered that although Jingjing said that Kongkong and Yingying were fooling people, he didn't say whether the sound of the flute would really make people become puppets.

What's so strange about this?

Could it be that in Jingjing's opinion, Jiang Fei, whether he is a puppet or not, has no effect?

Kongkong's death at this time can only show that he does have a way to help Jiang Fei recover his spiritual power.

The only chance to restore spiritual power has been lost, what should I do next?

Whether it is to become a puppet or to go to Aquaman (diàn), nothing will end well.

Jiang Fei swam up to the pavilion and sat slumped by the railing, without moving for a long time.

His hands were stained with blood.

Empty blood.

The drizzle flew obliquely, and the sky lit up with a shimmer.

Jiang Fei's eyes were deep and cold, without any brilliance, and he still couldn't think of how to recover his spiritual power.

If Sora helped him, what would he do?

Jiang Fei frowned, took out the sea spirit bead from his robe, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it motionlessly.

I don't know how long it took, he lowered his brows, opened his mouth, and swallowed the sea spirit bead in his hand in one gulp.

The shimmer turns bright.

Next to the pavilion, a figure walked over, with a light demeanor and a slight step.

Jiang Fei raised his eyes to look, Yingying smiled before saying a word, and sneered.

She stared at Jiang Fei and said, "Are you sitting here, don't you want to leave?"

Jiang Fei said: "Yes." ”

Yingying said: "If you want to leave, you can't go back to the room, aren't you really afraid of feeding the fish?"

Jiang Fei said: "The fish is dead. ”

"Dead?"

On Yingying's face, a sneer was the same, as if nothing had changed.

Jiang Fei said: "Don't you think it's strange?"

Yingying said, "What's strange?"

Jiang Fei said: "The guardian spirit here is dead, and you haven't reacted at all?"

Yingying laughed, the flowers and branches trembled, and said, "Guard...... Patronus?"

She laughed for a long time before stopping, as if she had heard a very funny thing (qíng), and continued, "Who told you that he is the patron saint of this place?"

Jiang Fei frowned and said, "Himself." ”

Yingying said: "You actually believe it?"

Jiang Fei said: "Can't you believe it?"

Yingying sneered and said, "You have to understand, if he is the patron saint here, how can he die." ”

Jiang Fei said: "Then who is he?"

Yingying said: "I told you that it is just a fish to us. ”

Jiang Fei said: "If the fish is killed for no reason, the fish farmer will see it and leave it alone?"

He looked at Yingying, but Yingying's face still only had a sneer.

He suddenly understood, closed his mouth tightly, and said no more.

Yingying frowned, as if she had finally discovered that something was wrong, and in the clear eyes waves, a touch of brightness was reflected, and she saw Jiang Fei's hand, which was stained with blood.

Empty blood.

She walked over to the railing and glanced down, the shadow trembled, and then turned around to stare at Jiang Fei's hand.

Jiang Fei stopped talking, he didn't want to say a word now.

Yingying bit her lip, her eyes fluttered, she looked at the pool, then at Jiang Fei, suddenly turned (shēn), and walked quickly towards the bridge.

Jiang Fei still didn't move.

After a while, the flute sounded, melodious and clear, as if coming from a dream

Jiang Fei's heart was very calm, there was no wave, as if he hadn't heard anything, he looked at the pool, the thin Jiao was still overturned inside, and the blood between the scales and armor had stopped.

He opened his mouth and muttered in a deep voice, as if he were mourning the emptiness.

This flute has sounded for the third time.

Jiang Fei's eyes lit up, like the only remaining expectation burning, about to turn into ashes.

The sound of the flute became clearer and clearer.

In the distance, there was a sound of falling water, which was very crisp.

The whistle stopped.

Water mist drifting (dàng), on the Jiuqu Bridge, a figure walked, giving birth to lotus step by step.

The person who came was very beautiful, and the smile on his face was even more beautiful, like the morning glow on the horizon.

When Jingjing stepped into the pavilion, the hookah was stunned, she looked at Jiang Fei, and didn't speak for a long time.

Jiang Fei sat there, his eyes glazed, as if he hadn't seen anything, like a piece of rotten wood.

Jingjing smiled, she seemed to be very satisfied with Jiang Fei's current appearance, the cuff was raised, she stretched out a slender jade hand, lightly opened her cherry lips, and said, "Take it." ”

Jiang Feimu opened his mouth: "What?"

Jingjing's eyes were sharp and said, "Sea Spirit Bead." ”

Jiang Fei nodded, stood up (shēn), and walked towards the Jiuqu Bridge, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly stopped and stood there, never moving again.

Jingjing walked behind, her eyes wandering, staring at Jiang Fei's back, and said, "Why did you stop?"

Jiang Fei turned around, smiled indifferently, and said, "Sure enough, you are the demon spirit in the painting." ”

Jingjing Sakura's lips opened slightly, and her beautiful face was already discolored, as if she had seen something terrible, she kept shaking her head, and the shadow quickly turned into a wisp of white smoke and drifted towards the room.

Jiang Fei turned his eyes sideways, and in the pool water, there was a figure floating, and the apricot-colored dress was floating on the water, like a pile of withered leaves.

The crisp sound of falling water sounded, echoing (dàng) in Jiang Fei's mind.

Jiang Fei stretched out his hand, pushed out a blue light, pulled Yingying up from the water, and placed it on the bridge.

The person floating in the water is Yingying

Yingying lay on the bridge, no movement, the muddy (shēn) pool water flowed, her face was like dead ashes, and it was impossible to tell whether she was dead or alive.

Jiang Fei turned his head and looked at the white smoke flying in the air, (shēn) shadow flashed, and he was already standing at the door of the room, and between his robes, a sword shadow lit up, slashing at the white smoke in the air.

The screams rang out, the white smoke spread sharply, and the shadow of the crystal (shēn) appeared, and it fell to the ground.

Jiang Fei lowered his gaze, clenched the sword in his hand, walked forward, stared at Jingjing, and said indifferently: "Unexpectedly, you actually recognize Hai Lingzhu." ”

Jingjing fell to the ground, blood flowed from the corners of her lips, the snow-white cloud clothes were already messy, she was shocked, her lips were round, and she exclaimed: "How can you recover your spiritual power, do you know how to use the sea spirit bead?"

Jiang Fei smiled and said, "Of course." After the empty space died, I thought for a long time, if I wanted to recover my spiritual power, I had to swallow this sea spirit bead. ”

Jingjing gritted her silver teeth and said hatefully: "That stupid person in the air, he shouldn't have taught you the 'Tranquility Technique!'"

Jiang Feiqing's eyes flickered, and he said, "It seems that when I went to look for Kongkong yesterday, you also know." ”

Jingjing said: "Of course, I asked him to find you!"

Jiang Fei said: "Why?"

Jingjing said: "He has always wanted to regain his freedom and leave this cold palace, but he has no chance. After you came, I saw Yingying in the room taking the sea spirit bead, so I found the empty space and promised to help him out. As long as he can come up with a way, he will find you in the evening when Yingying is away, and ask you to get the Hai Lingzhu back and put it in my hands. ”

Jiang Fei said: "He has already done what you said, why do you still want to kill him?"

Jingjing said: "Because if he sees the Sea Spirit Bead, he will definitely be able to recognize it, and he will take it for himself, and it is impossible to give it to me again." ”

Jiang Fei said: "What about Yingying?

Jingjing said: "She hasn't seen Hai Lingzhu, of course she can't recognize it." ”

Jiang Fei said: "So, have you seen Hai Lingzhu?"

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