Huqi Mountain.

The main hall of the Ghost King Sect.

It's been three days since the Great Wizard died.

Qinglong and others cremated the old man's body and stored it in an urn.

At this moment, this small blue and white urn was quietly placed on the table in his hand.

Qinglong stared at Xiao Weng for a long time, sighed lightly, and turned his gaze away.

In the past three days, all the big and small affairs in the Ghost King Sect have been handled by Qinglong and Youji.

After the accident three days ago, the ghost king and the ghost Li all shrank into their own rooms and have not come out yet.

Qinglong still remembers very clearly that three days ago, when the heavy stone door slowly opened with a "squeak" sound, the two men who came out of it, the two men who were almost fearless in the world, were as if they had lost their souls, and their expressions were in a trance and sad.

The ghost king was okay, and said in a low voice: "Within three days, no one will disturb me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he walked straight back to the bedroom and never came out again.

As for the ghost, the whole person lost his soul and didn't say a word, and as he walked, he actually hit the hard stone wall directly, so that blood flowed from his forehead.

And he, as if unconscious, slowly turned around, stumbled a little under his feet, and walked back to his room.

Most of the people who were shocked by this strange scene had already guessed the result, but when they looked into the stone gate, the blood flowing all over the ground, and the great wizard who was sitting in a pool of blood but had died with his head down, the scene was so terrible and tragic that it was really shocking.

Only Baguio, who is still lying on the cold stone platform, is still as quiet as before in her serene and lifelike face.

And the acacia bell in her hand was emitting a faint golden light.

Footsteps sounded from the side, interrupting Qinglong's thoughts. He raised his head, only to see Youji's figure floating in like a ghost, standing beside him, but instead of looking at him directly, he glanced at the room behind him and said in a low voice, "Hasn't the sect master come out yet?"

Qinglong shook his head slowly and said in a low voice: "It's been three days, and there is no news at all. ”

The black veil on Yuhime's face moved lightly, and she was silent.

Although they didn't see everything at the scene with their own eyes, the two of them could fully imagine the sadness of that scene.

If there is anything more sad in this world than despair, it is that when you see hope, even when that hope is right in front of you, you fall into despair!

At the moment when the two of them were relatively speechless, suddenly, from the door behind the green dragon, there was a slight sound.

The door slowly opened.

Qinglong and Youji's bodies were shocked, and they quickly turned to look.

The simple wooden door slowly opened inward, making a low and slight "squeak" sound, with a bit of the vicissitudes of the past, perhaps telling the sadness of the owner.

A foot stepped out of the room.

The figure of the ghost king slowly appeared in front of them.

Qinglong and Youji looked at it silently, the man who seemed to be in a different world.

Three days of whiteheads!

The Ghost King's hair has turned all snow-white.

Qinglong's voice suddenly became hoarse and hesitant for some reason, and even when he heard it himself, he wondered if it was his own voice: "Zong... Lord, are you alright... Okay?"

The corners of the ghost king's mouth moved, but he didn't speak, but closed his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and breathed deeply.

Yu Ji was under the black veil, and suddenly said, "Sect Master, you have to take care of yourself... Body. ”

After saying that, for some reason, she suddenly remembered Baguio, and her voice was choked.

The Ghost King's shoulders trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down. When he opened his eyes again, although the vicissitudes and sadness were still engraved on his face, there was a faint light in his eyes.

It was as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world.

"I look a lot older!"

He actually said this, the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and there was a slight smile, but there was bitterness in it.

Qinglong and Youji lowered their heads at the same time, unable to bear to look at this man again.

The ghost king took another deep breath, exhaled the breath in his chest, and his eyes turned, and after a while, he landed on the small blue and white urn on the table in Qinglong's hand.

"What's in here—" he asked faintly.

Qinglong stepped forward, picked up the small urn, handed it to the ghost king, and said, "After the death of the great wizard, his subordinates boldly took the initiative and cremated the old man's body. In this little urn is his ashes. ”

The ghost king silently took the blue and white urn, stroked it for a long time with one hand, sighed softly, and said: "Although this master did not save Yao'er, he was dying, desperate to exhaust his vitality, and took back Yao'er's soul. ”

He handed the small urn back to Qinglong again, and said, "You are ready, and with my Holy Sect, you will respectfully send the master back to Southern Xinjiang!"

Qinglong took the blue and white urn and nodded, "Yes." ”

The Ghost King was silent for a moment and said, "What about Ghost Li, how is he?"

Qinglong hesitated for a moment, but Youji was already beside him and said: "After coming out of the cold ice stone room, he seemed to have collapsed, lost his soul, stumbled all the way back to his room, and never came out again. ”

Speaking of this, she paused and whispered, "As of today, it has been three days. ”

The ghost king's face was gloomy, he slowly put his hands behind his back, and whispered for a while: "Ten years of sad things, one night in my heart! Alas, let's go! Let's go see him." ”

After speaking, he slowly walked away, Qinglong and Youji glanced at each other, and silently followed behind him.

Looking from behind, the ghost king's white hair and figure were strangely desolate.

The ghost room was quite far away from where the ghost king lived, but it was extremely close to the cold stone room where Baguio was.

This is because the ghost king didn't want to be more sad at the beginning, so he stayed away from the stone room where his daughter was, and the ghost Li Ruo was in Huqi Mountain, and he would visit Baguio almost every day.

When the three of them crossed the corridor and gradually approached the ghost room, Qinglong and Youji, who were walking behind, obviously noticed that the ghost king's body was a little strange, and I don't know if it was because it was close to that sad place again.

But none of them said a word.

Finally, he came to the lonely stone gate, where the ghost lived, and there was no one around, he had always liked to be alone.

It's just that outside his door, there is still a disciple of the Ghost King Sect standing in the distance.

The ghost king stepped forward, opened the stone door and walked in, and was immediately stunned.

Qinglong and Youji also noticed that something seemed wrong, and when they walked in to take a look, they saw that the room was empty, not only did they see the ghostly figure, but even Xiao Ash was gone.

Everything in the room was as usual, there was no trace of use, only the bed, a little messy.

Qinglong frowned, turned around and went out to call, and the disciple of the Ghost King Sect standing outside the door hurriedly ran in, knelt down in front of the Ghost King and saluted, "Meet the sect master!"

The Ghost King turned his head to look, and Qinglong whispered beside him: "In addition to dealing with the affairs of the sect in the past few days, my subordinates are waiting outside the sect master's gate, and as for here, let these disciples be guarded by good lives." ”

The Ghost King nodded slightly, turned his head and said to the disciple of the Ghost King Sect, "Where is the Deputy Sect Master?"

The disciple of the Ghost King Sect was obviously in awe of the Ghost King, and even his voice trembled slightly, and said: "Hui, Sect Master, the Deputy Sect Master locked himself in the room for three days and three nights, and there was no movement at all, just when his subordinates were worried, this morning, he suddenly walked out with the gray-haired monkey and left here directly. ”

The Ghost King was stunned for a moment, and Qinglong frowned, "Where did he go?"

The disciple buried his head and said: "The disciple has been following the deputy sect master, I saw him walk out of the mountain, and then broke through the air, the disciple looked very terrible at him, and he didn't dare to come forward to ask, so he had to come back here and wait..."

Qinglong's face flashed with anger, but the ghost king suddenly said "huh" in front, walked a few steps forward, picked up a sealed letter from the bedside, glanced at it, but handed it to Qinglong, and said, "It's for you." ”

Qinglong was stunned for a moment, took a look, and sure enough, it was written by Ghost Li to himself, he was confused in his heart, and glanced at the Ghost King, but saw that the Ghost King was expressionless and looked away.

Qinglong frowned, tore open the seal, and read the letter.

The letter was not long, he read it quickly, but his face suddenly became a little gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Sect Master." ”

The Ghost King said lightly, "What's wrong?"

Qinglong said: "In his letter, he asked me to make a hard trip to send the ashes of this great wizard back to Qilitong of the Miao people in southern Xinjiang. ”

The Ghost King shook his head slowly, suddenly sighed, and said, "That's it, that's it!"

Qinglong was stunned, but the Ghost King turned his head to the disciple of the Ghost King Sect and said, "You go down!"

The man kowtowed three times as if he had been amnestied, and hurriedly withdrew.

Qinglong looked at the ghost king and said, "Sect Master, that ghost is powerful..."

The ghost king glanced at the empty room, his eyes were full of depression, and he turned around for a long time, and did not greet Qinglong and Youji, but walked silently.

From his back, a deep voice came from Youyou: "Youji, haven't you been tracking down Cangsong's whereabouts, I have news, you come with me..."

Behind him, Yuji's beautiful eyes lit up, and she hurriedly followed...

Only Qinglong frowned behind him, did the sect master already attack Jun Wenxin, but why did he want to turn away from Youji......

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