It was pitch black in the cracks, and nothing could be seen, but the feeling grew stronger and stronger. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xie Lingmo took out a small slender flashlight from his bag and cautiously poked into the crack, still not seeing anything. Is it still more inside?

Xie Lingmo made a difficulty, if she went further, she would definitely not be able to get it, and she had to report to the organization. But it's all here, and Zhu Xianjian said that it was an artifact, Xie Lingmo couldn't control his curiosity at all, and desperately wanted to take out that thing and that.

Her sword stepped back a bit, and the sword split in two. She held the sword in her right hand, took a deep breath, and burst out of brilliant golden light all over her body, and the Zhuxian Sword in her hand instantly swelled into a giant sword dozens of zhang long, and slashed at the crack.

There was a loud bang, like a small explosive bag exploding, and the cliff side suddenly debris flew sideways and dust everywhere. Fortunately, there are relatively few people in this area, otherwise it would have caused chaos. The crack cracked again, a little deeper than before.

Xie Lingmo approached the crack again and looked inside, and finally saw a little reflection. It seems to be something metal or jade, but it's too old to see what it is. That reflection was about a meter away from the outermost layer of the mountain wall, Xie Lingmo specially brought an iron clip for backup before going out, but he didn't expect it to come in handy. She carefully grabbed the thing and pumped it out little by little.

When he finally took out that thing, Xie Lingmo was sweating profusely in this winter. She finally knew why she couldn't see clearly, because it was a black bead. The beads were jade, and the tentacles were cold, only the size of a palm. The appearance looks smooth and round, and there is no difference from ordinary jade beads.

Strange, what is this? Xie Lingmo searched in his mind for a long time, but he didn't come up with any legendary artifact that could be related to this thing. It looked too ordinary to be an artifact at all. But the aura emanating from it clearly told Xie Lingmo that this was the thing that had always given her strange feelings.

No matter. Xie Lingmo put the beads back in his pocket, and Edgeworth fell back to the ground, deciding to drive back first and study this thing in the room. She almost couldn't wait to drive the car back to the hotel, and when she returned to her room, she pulled out the black bead.

Zhu Xianjian said that this should be an ownerless artifact, and Xie Lingmo tried to inject some spiritual power into it. The black bead reflected the light faintly, and there was no reaction. Xie Lingmo sat cross-legged on the bed, put the black bead in front of his eyes and studied it carefully, he couldn't see anything like an artifact in this thing at all, it couldn't even glow.

Xie Lingmo lay back on the bed in frustration, thinking that it was better to hand over this bead to the organization, and the R&D department might be able to figure out what this bead was for.

Early the next morning, the headquarters issued an order, asking Xie Lingmo to lead the six team members to Chongqing to investigate the case of the collective disappearance of the twelve mountain spirits of the twelve peaks of Wushan.

The task of the first team was not with the sixth team, and Xie Lingmo took three team members to the helicopter and flew to Chongqing. As soon as he got on the plane, Xie Lingmo realized that he had forgotten to report the matter of the bead to the organization, but he was not in a hurry anyway. Xie Lingmo wanted to simply wait until the mission was over to go back to Beijing and personally hand over this thing to Xie Yun.

Qin Hai wilted and leaned on Xie Lingmo's shoulder, his little face wrinkled into a bun. The mouth that usually talks too much to close is tightly pursed, revealing a trace of paleness.

"Or motion sickness?" Xie Lingmo touched his head.

Qin Hai replied half-deadly. Since it was determined that the Heavenly Demon had reappeared, all the resources in the spirit organization had been mobilized. Every time they go out on a mission to save time, they run back and forth directly by helicopter. This is hard for Qin Hai, a good child who doesn't get motion sickness or airsickness, but he feels uncomfortable as soon as he gets on the helicopter.

"I used to say that I was envious of Li Dingrui," Xie Lingmo sneered, "Are you still envious now, don't you think it's better to take the train?" ”

Qin Hai was stunned for a moment, and glanced at Xie Lingmo cautiously: "Sister......"

"Huh?"

Qin Hai pursed his lips, but still asked softly, "Do you want to be a deputy team?" ”

Xie Lingmo was noncommittal, but his gaze that was originally looking at him turned to the window. Jiang Yu glared fiercely at Qin Hai from where Xie Lingmo couldn't see. Lu Yaoyao made a zipper on her mouth, signaling him to shut up quickly.

Xie Lingmo didn't see anything, but his heart was surging because of Qin Hai's question just now.

How could you not want to? No matter what he was doing, there was no familiar figure around, and I couldn't hear him say anything in a nice voice, and I couldn't feel him doing anything with his warm hands. Although as long as this person is in front of Xie Lingmo, he can't provoke the violent factor in his body and wants to beat someone, but when he is not there, it seems that a large piece is missing in his heart.

She couldn't do anything right. Not just thinking about him, Xie Lingmo felt that he was about to go crazy. If possible, she was even willing to meet Chiyun, even if that soul was not Li Dingrui in his body, he still had a similar face.

This emotion made her weaker than before, but stronger than before. But she didn't want to say it, even if she missed it, it was just a matter between her and Li Dingrui, and she didn't want other people to intervene in this small world.

Ten hours ago, at one o'clock in the morning.

Passing through the dimly lit white stone corridor, the heavy stone door opened. The man in the gray robe knelt in the center of the hall with Duan Guoli, who was drenched in blood.

"My lord," the gray-robed man knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice, "my subordinate is back. ”

Chiyun had already changed back into his previous body, standing on the steps leading to the high platform in a black cloak. He turned his head, his pale face with sunken eye sockets, and his lips showing a gray color.

"It's useless, let Xie Lingmo run away, right?"

A figure in the corner suddenly moved, and he looked up at the three people who were talking in the center of the hall.

At the same moment, it was as if there was a feeling. Chiyun looked back at the person who was chained to the wall and smiled, "You're glad she's still alive." ”

Li Dingrui asked in a flat tone, "Is she injured?" ”

Chiyun looked at the two people kneeling on the ground and pouted: "Answer him." ”

The man in gray was silent for two seconds, and then whispered, "No." ”

There was dead silence in the hall.

After a while, Chiyun suddenly gasped and grabbed his left arm with his right hand. He frowned and rolled up his sleeves, only to see that his entire arm was pale and shriveled down to his fingertips, like a zombie. (To be continued.) )