"What is this?" Yuan An took the thing from Meng Po in surprise, and said with some doubts, "Is it the red soul needle that I picked up in Yangou Town that day?"

According to Meng Poyi, this thing can guide the ghast to the location, so that ordinary people can also know the general direction of the ghast. However, Yuan'an is in a special situation, although he doesn't know any magic, he can naturally see where the ghast is, so he doesn't need this thing.

Meng Po said: "Although they are the same, the role is different. ”

"What does it do?" Yuan An was full of joy, turning over and fiddling with the soul needle in his hand. Although I had seen it before, I thought that this was specially transformed by Meng Poyi for herself, so I couldn't see enough.

"It's not complicated. Meng Po said: "Just use your blood as a guide, you can activate this thing, and know my direction at any time." ”

Yuan An's heart trembled, he could barely hold the soul needle in his hand, and looked up at Meng Poyi a little stupidly.

Thinking of the panic when I didn't know Meng Po in Yangou Town before, I suddenly didn't dare to believe that the little aunt was deliberately making such a thing because she knew her previous worries and fears?

When Meng Po saw that he was suddenly stunned, and his face was quite strange, she asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Yuan An quickly cleaned up his mood and put on a big smile, "I just feel happy in my heart, and I can't control it." ”

Meng Po looked at him with a little doubt in her eyes, as if she didn't know where his joy was.

Yuan An didn't explain, but carefully put away the soul needle, and promised Meng Poyi with a smile, "Little aunt, don't worry, I will definitely not use it easily." ”

After all, no one wants their whereabouts to be exposed to others at any time.

Meng Po didn't care and said, "It's okay." ”

Yuan An thought about it, with the ability of the little aunt, there is a soul needle, if you don't want others to know your whereabouts, naturally there is no use for anything.

When Meng Po saw his sudden realization, she knew that he was thinking a lot, but she didn't mean to explain.

In the suburbs not far from the downtown area, there is a rather old building, blue brick and red tile houses are arranged in a staggered manner, the atmosphere is not the slightest old.

Song Chenyi had just walked into the largest courtyard gate, and immediately the disciples guarding the door respectfully stepped forward to salute.

"Miss Song, you're back!"

Song Chenyi nodded and asked, "Is the door master here?"

"Yes. The disciple who guarded the door hurriedly stepped forward to lead the way, "The door master knows that Miss Song is back today, so he has been waiting for a long time. ”

"Thank you!" Song Chenyi thanked him, his voice unconsciously lowered, and walked straight to the courtyard.

Bypassing the sandalwood carved screen in front of the main entrance, Song Chenyi lowered his head and said, "Dressing clothes have seen the door master!"

The man sat on the Luohan bed in front of the window, put down the chess pieces in his hand when he heard the words, and turned around. He seems to be about forty years old, his hair is a little gray, and his eyes contain essence, as long as he is glanced at by these eyes, he can be captured.

Song Chenyi stiffened slightly. No matter how many times you have experienced it, you will never get used to making eye contact with the person in front of you.

Zhao Congyu, who is also the master of the Holy Gate, said: "You don't have to come to the door often, but this time you suddenly said in advance that you have something to report, what is the matter?"

Song Chenyi said: "The master of the door has instructed before, as long as you see Mr. Yuan outside, you must report it in time." ”

Zhao Congyu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his expression was quite excited: "So I saw it when I went out this time?"

"Yes. Song Chenyi nodded, thought for a while, and said, "Chenyi has talked to Mr. Yuan a few times, but Mr. Yuan said that he has nothing to do with the Holy Gate. ”

Zhao Congyu said indifferently when he heard this: "Uncle Xiao, this is still in the rebellious period." ”

Song Chenyi was puzzled when he heard this, and couldn't help asking, "Forgive Chenyi for being bold, there is something I don't understand." ”

"What?" Zhao Congyu asked rhetorically, "Curious why I have to find Uncle Xiao?"

Song Chenyi nodded: "Yes." ”

"It doesn't hurt to hear from you. Zhao Congyu said, "In recent years, the Holy Gate has gradually declined, and you believe that you are so smart?"

"The dressing gown only shows the surface. Song Chenyi said, "Does this have anything to do with Mr. Yuan?"

Zhao Congyu's eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded: "Yes, it is rumored that Uncle Xiao is the one who changed the fate of the sect." ”

Song Chenyi was a little surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect it to be like this, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he said, "Do you want to continue to pursue Mr. Yuan's whereabouts?"

"Not necessarily. Zhao Congyu waved his hand, "Since Uncle Xiao has already appeared once, then there will naturally be a second and third time, I have my own arrangements, you don't have to interfere, you meet in the future, remember to be respectful." ”

Song Chenyi said: "Yes, Chenyi understands." ”

Zhao Congyu said: "What else is going on this trip? You don't think you'll come back for such a reason." ”

Song Chenyi hesitated for a moment, lowered his head and said, "In addition to meeting Mr. Yuan this time, Chenyi also met the Soul Leader. ”

"Who?" Zhao Congyu suddenly straightened up, and the next moment the whole person almost moved in front of Song Chenyi, "Who did you say you met?"

Song Chenyi's heart trembled, and he subconsciously took a step back, seeing that Zhao Congyu had such a big reaction, his heart was even more bottomless, and he intermittently picked up part of the content that happened in Yangou Town.

After Zhao Congyu listened, his face gradually regained his calm, and he said to Song Chenyi: "Okay, this seat knows, Xianyi has worked hard this time, and let's go back and rest first!"

Song Chenyi nodded and turned to leave.

"The soul is fascinating...... Meng Po one?"

After a while, Zhao Congyu's fierce but slightly excited voice came from behind the screen.

After that, according to the disciples of the gatekeeper, Zhao Congyu, the master of the Holy Gate, sat for two days, the door did not go out, and the water and rice did not enter, until the third day, he suddenly walked out of the door with a firm face, as if he had made some major decision.

The street is still the same street, and the wind is still the same wind. The difference is that there are no pedestrians on the streets, and there is more rain in the wind.

Yuan An took out an umbrella and put it on Meng Po's head, and asked, "Little aunt, are we in the soul realm?"

Otherwise, the man would have disappeared too quickly, and the rain would have skipped the process of falling to the ground. One second the sky was clear, and the next second was already immersed in the world of water.

"It's just a trick. Meng Po frowned slightly.

"Coming at us?" Yuan An thought of this, and suddenly understood, "Since these are all fake, it means that the pedestrians on the street are still there, so even if we are really targeted, we can't shoot at will, so as not to be injured by mistake?"

"Hmm. Meng Po nodded, so there is no difference between the obscuration and the incomprehension here, as long as it is still here, there will be no fewer people, so there is no need to waste energy, "Yuan An, are you familiar with this place?

"Yes. Yuan An nodded hurriedly, he was not familiar with this place, but he couldn't hold up his good memory, but he didn't remember anything if he walked through it once.

Meng Po said: "Take me over." ”

"Okay. Yuan An took the umbrella, stepped forward and hugged Meng Po in his arms, and ran in the direction of his memory.

Although he could not see pedestrians on the street, he had a very good sense, but when he was three or five steps away from others, he could get around them very quickly.

The wind blew more and more fiercely, the rain became heavier and heavier, and the waterfall-like rain fell on the eyes and weighed more and more. On the road ahead, there were three or five figures in a trance, and the shiny blade and needle tip in their hands were wrapped in the wind and rain and scraped towards the two of them.

Yuan An's footsteps were stagnant, and he listened to Meng Po: "Don't stop!"

He didn't care about the sword mountain and fire in front of him, and rushed forward with Meng Po in his arms, and even bowed down slightly, subconsciously wanting to block the attack for her.

Meng Po climbed on his neck with one hand to stabilize herself, and the silk thread wrapped between the five fingers in the other hand formed a net, and as soon as her wrist was loosened, the blue net rose into the air, turning into an overwhelming net, spread to the opposite side.

But where the silk thread passed, the weapon that flashed cold light disappeared, and there were bursts of cries of pain from the wind, and then the vague figure disappeared in the heavy rain.

"It's here. Yuan An put down Meng Poyi and said, "Next to this alley is a building that has been unfinished for many years, and there have been several murders, so ordinary people will not come here." ”

Meng Po looked around, since the rain followed here, it means that the other party has also chased here, and it is convenient to deal with it.

"Stand behind me. ”

"Okay. Hearing this, Yuan An hurriedly walked behind Meng Po, and then rubbed his nose a little uncomfortably.

In fact, he is also very good at fighting, that is, he always plays the role of being protected when he is by his aunt's side.

"It's just that the profession specializes in different things. Meng Po didn't look back but seemed to know what he was thinking, and continued in a cold and indifferent voice, "You will, I won't." ”

When Yuan An heard this, the loss in his heart immediately disappeared, and the honey that was replaced by sweet silk filled all over his heart, looking at Meng Po's slender and slender back and smiling stupidly.

Since the other party started to attack without saying a word before, Meng Poyi naturally wouldn't talk nonsense. The blue silk thread was wound in the air to form a talisman, and then the fingertips were pointed, and the talisman was removed, and the overwhelming obstacle method was solved.

The rain curtain dissipated, and the dusty unfinished building was particularly desolate because it was inaccessible, and the people hiding in the rain curtain were also revealed.

The other party's speed was extremely fast, and he was shocked by the fact that the five people were broken in an instant, and the next moment he had already scattered around the two of them. With a strange weapon in his hand, he moved with a strange step under his feet, and he was muttering words in his mouth.

The more Yuan An looked at it, the more annoyed he became, and his eyes became cold. Meng Poyi had been attacked a few times before, but it was just a small fight, which was like this time when she was clearly prepared. Although he couldn't understand this messy five-person formation, the kind of oppression that went straight to the bone marrow was indeed real.

Meng Po's face was cold, as if no matter how big the wind and waves were, she couldn't stir up a ripple here. Let the other party be fierce, and the movements in his hands are still calm and indifferent.

Although such a quiet confrontation without a word was less earth-shattering with the howling wind and flying sand and rocks, but in just a moment, the surrounding snakes, insects, rats and ants escaped cleanly, and even the sunlight that fell here was less dazzling and golden, and became gray and cold.