Under the guidance of Zhao Ting, Lin Sijun has gradually become familiar with the use and adaptation of his own "water control" supernatural power, manipulating the river water of the Canglan River bit by bit around him.

After a while, he came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "Sijun, I'll take you to kill demons, okay?"

Lin Sijun smiled back at him and said softly, "Okay." ”

Their eyes met in the air.

For some reason, Zhao Ting's left hand couldn't help but wrap his arms around Lin Sijun's soft waist, hold her in his arms, volley into the void, and fly towards the city under the light of the bright moonlight.

Fortunately, the night was charming, covering the two blush on Lin Sijun's fair cheeks, and no one noticed.

After a short time, the two of them landed in a small courtyard in the west of the city.

There were two wings in this courtyard, one was pitch black, the other was lit with flickering candles, and on the bed near the window, there was a man lying on his side, and a large shadow was reflected by the lamp, which appeared on the window.

"...... here?"

Lin Sijun stood on the roof, looked at the small courtyard for a while, and after not seeing anything strange, he turned his head to look at Zhao Ting and asked softly.

Zhao Ting held up a finger and smiled: "Shhh, be quiet, don't scare that yin ghost." ”

Saying that, he used killing power, and let his voice sound directly in Lin Sijun's heart: "Don't be surprised, I'll teach you how to use killing power, so that you can see that something is wrong." ”

"Wrap the killing force around the weeping point under the eye, and then spread out, that is, the eyes are clear. After you see clearly, you can see through the fog and delusion, you try. ”

According to what he said, Lin Sijun tried it, and really found that the world in front of him was a little different from Fang Cai.

Especially the person lying on his side in the small courtyard wing, there are two thick black gases on his body, which are full of all kinds of negative emotions, fear, insecurity, jealousy, resentment, etc., although the components of these two black gases are complex, they do not hurt the person in the wing, but are more like a mark.

"You also saw those black gases, right?" Zhao Ting's voice sounded in Lin Sijun's heart again.

Lin Sijun nodded, didn't make a sound, just looked at him.

Zhao Ting continued: "This is, the mark of the Yin Ghost, marking that this person is its prey. Generally, people who appear with this mark on their bodies indicate that they have been remembered by the Yin Ghost, and they may be killed by the Yin Ghost at any time. ”

"Looking at the breath left by this mark, it is clear that this person has been marked for several days, and if we don't come, tonight will be the time for his death. ”

Saying that, Zhao Ting smiled and looked at Lin Sijun: "So, after the Yin ghost appears later, I will have to protect me with Sijun Heroine." ”

He made a rare joke.

Lin Sijun smiled at him, and then nodded lightly.

......

"Hiss~"

In the wing, the black-clothed little guy who had appeared outside the Guan Mansion during the day was lying on his side at this time, his trouser legs were pulled up high, and he carefully tore open the ointment and pasted the bruises on his legs.

He had trouble with his legs and feet, and he was treating his wound in this position, quite slowly. After a long time, he put ointment on his back and legs, put down his clothes, and sighed: "The Guan family is powerful, and there is a lot of collusion with the government, so I can't say it." If you say it, you will be beaten. ”

"Now, where am I going to find Qing'er......?"

The little man in black sighed again, got out of bed, and was about to blow out the candle flame on the wall, when the fire suddenly extinguished itself without wind. Obviously, the doors and windows were closed, but a bone-scraping evil wind blew in from nowhere, and a trace of coolness arose on the back of the agitated black-clothed guy.

He subconsciously turned his head to look at the doors and windows, and found that the two doors and four windows were still tightly closed, without revealing the slightest gap.

"Hey, that's weird," the black-clad guy muttered to himself, "where did the wind come from?"

He muttered, just don't care about it, the wind blows out the candles, and he doesn't have to work harder.

With that, he yawned and turned to sit back on the bed.

"Eh!"

As soon as he turned around, the little guy in black was suddenly startled.

I saw that there was an extra black shadow behind him at some point, the black shadow was short, and it had just reached the chin of the little man in black.

Through the miserable white moonlight cast from the window, it can be vaguely discerned that the black shadow is wearing a pair of embroidered shoes.

The little guy in black took a closer look, and was surprised in his heart, isn't this the shoes that his little sister, Qing'er, who has been missing for more than half a month, was wearing when she left?

Looking at the thin black shadow's face again, it was really Qing'er, although the face was a little weird, but from the familiar facial features, the little man in black still recognized his sister.

"Qing'er," the little man in black called happily, "Where have you been these days?" Brother has been looking for you everywhere in the city, but he hasn't found you, and he has misunderstood Master Guan'......"

As he was talking, the black shadow suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the neck of the black-clothed guy at a lightning-fast speed.

"Hmm~Hmm......"

But he couldn't speak.

From the miserable white pupils of the "Qing'er" in front of him, the little guy in black couldn't see a trace of emotion. Especially the hand of "Qing'er" holding his neck is even more cold to the bone, not like the temperature that a living person should have.

Until now, where would he not know that this "Qing'er" was definitely not the little sister he was familiar with.

......

on the roof.

"Eh, don't worry," Zhao Ting stopped Lin Sijun, who wanted to make a move, and said, "Let's see what this person will do." ”

Lin Sijun didn't insist when he heard this, but nodded, and observed every move of the black-clothed guy in the room at the same time as Zhao Ting.

The "Qing'er" who came to find the little guy in black tonight was not the "Yin Ghost" in Zhao Ting's mouth, but the "Yin Ghost" who gathered and was specially used to explore the way.

This kind of wandering spirit only retains the simplest consciousness, and acts completely according to the instructions of the "Yin Ghost", and it is not even a first-order "ominous", which is why Zhao Ting suggested observing it for a while.

It's just a wandering spirit, as long as this little guy in black reacts quickly and overcomes his fears, he can survive completely, it depends on how he chooses.

......

"Hit something dirty!"

A thought flashed through the black-clad boy's mind.

I often hear the elderly mention that if you do too many bad things, you will be entangled in dirty things.

But the guy in black thinks that he has never done anything bad in his life, how can he be found by dirty things?

He was unconvinced, he wanted to open his mouth and ask the "Qing'er" in front of him loudly, why did you come to me?

Maybe it's because of the psychological effect, when the little guy in black thought about it, he suddenly felt that "Qing'er's" hand holding his neck was much looser, and it seemed that he was a little weak.

He was overjoyed, and took the opportunity to take advantage of his height to push "Qing'er" away, and scolded loudly: "I, Chen Bai, admit that I have acted all my life, and I am above board, you little evil man, how dare you come to the door to deceive me? Quickly retreat, otherwise your soul will be scattered!"

When the words fell, this "Qing'er" seemed to be suddenly frightened, with a look of fear in his eyes, and he glanced at the black-clothed guy in fear, and then turned into a gray mist and disappeared.