The wilderness in front of us was still silent, with the occasional breeze blowing through and bringing a chill. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

After settling Zhang Jinxia and Zou Yu into the car, Han Sicheng drove and pulled everyone back.

Jian Seventeen was originally silent, and after helping him bury Jian Thirteen on the spot just now, he never said a word again.

Fan Yingying was actually quite afraid of encountering this kind of scene, she was not very good at saying some comforting words, thinking about it, she felt that if she met Jian Seventeen now, she would prefer to be able to stay alone for a while.

On the way back, Fan Yingying leaned on the saddle, Huang Xiaxia's hairy body was warm and coaxed on her shoulder, she didn't feel anything before, but now that she settled down, her body began to feel a little uncomfortable.

She felt very hot, and the place on her chest where the jade pendant was held was faintly hot.

The overly quiet atmosphere in the car made her feel a little sleepy.

She closed her eyes, she wanted to take a nap, she didn't want to really get ready to sleep, but her consciousness became extra awake. She began to think uncontrollably about the fierce fight that had taken place before.

Jian Thirteen's face turned into a dried corpse, dangling in front of him, and gradually turned into a mass of white light.

She subconsciously raised her hand and pressed it on her chest, why did she feel swollen and painful after inhaling the aura this time? Last time, she couldn't absorb it because she had absorbed an overdose of Yin Soul, but what about this time? There are only three people, and they are all crippled souls with only one soul left, why is this happening?

This question has been lingering in her brain, and the more she can't figure it out, the more she can't help but think about it, thinking about it, she suddenly wants to see if the aura she had inhaled before had been absorbed by Yu Pei.

She urged her divine consciousness into her body, all the way to the place where the jade pendant was held on her chest.

The fog that was originally swirling around the outside of the jade pendant was obviously a little weaker, and it seemed that the jade body inside could be faintly seen.

"Mother-in-law?" She called out inwardly.

"I'm cultivating." Mrs. Li's voice was as eerie as ever, and it sounded creepy.

"Cultivation?" Fan Yingying found that her endurance was actually quite strong, at least now when she heard Mrs. Li's voice coldly, the only thought in her heart was that fortunately, she was still there, and she had no requirements for the sound quality of the voice itself.

"The aura I inhaled just now is very pure and abundant, and all the injuries on my body have healed, anyway, I can't get out of being trapped in the spirit jade, so I want to cultivate for a while." Mrs. Li replied quite seriously, and it sounded like she was in a good mood at this time.

"But I only inhaled the aura of three people just now, and they are not actually Yin Spirits, only one spirit is left in their bodies." Fan Yingying asked.

"What you sucked was originally not a human soul, but the demon spirit of the chicken demon inside, and the demon spirit that has been cultivated for many years is naturally purer than the yin soul, and the aura is more sufficient."

Fan Yingying was stunned, it took a long time for her to think about it, she dared to love that she had been bitten and bitten for a long time just now, but in fact, she had eaten three chickens, or the essence of eating.

The car drove all the way to Zou Yu's house, Han Sicheng carried Zhang Jinxia, Jian Seventeen held Zou Yu, Fan Yingying carried Huang Xiaxia, as soon as the word came out, Fan Yingying was embarrassed by herself and entered the house.

Zhang Jinxia was still conscious, but her body was too weak, Han Sicheng helped him to the room, and Fan Yingying hurriedly chased forward: "I'll help you." ”

Han Sicheng glanced back at her and nodded.

Fan Yingying followed Han Sicheng into the house, wanting to step forward to help, Han Sicheng helped Zhang Jinxia to the bedside, turned back to her and said, "Lock the door." ”

Fan Yingying hurriedly went over and locked the door, and Han Sicheng had already helped Zhang Jinxia to lie on the bed.

Han Sicheng looked at Fan Yingying with some hesitation, paused, sat on the bed next to Zhang Jinxia, and reached out to take off the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Fan Yingying had also seen Han Sicheng do this before, but the situation was critical at the time, she didn't have time to take a closer look, and now that she was closer, she watched Han Sicheng suddenly be surrounded by a black mist overflowing from his body, just like watching a 3D version of a ghost-infested movie, and her back was cold for a while.

Han Sicheng held Zhang Jinxia's hand, turned his head and looked at Fan Yingying quickly, the obvious apprehension in his eyes made Fan Yingying stunned.

When she wanted to take a closer look at the eyes that had become like red contact lenses, Han Sicheng had already turned his head and began to heal Zhang Jinxia's injuries.

Han Sicheng's hand faintly flashed a black light that was not dazzling, and the black light traveled along Zhang Jinxia's body, slowly enveloping his whole person.

Zhang Jinxia's face was like gold paper, and it was slowly covered by the black mist.

"Demon spirit!" Huang Xiaxia tilted her head and muttered.

Fan Yingying was startled, and hurriedly reached out to cover its mouth, she didn't quite understand Han Sicheng's method of healing, for fear that it would affect him after making a sound.

Huang Xiaxia obviously didn't understand her good intentions, shook her little head and desperately avoided her hand, and shouted in her mouth: "There is a demonic spirit!" ”

Fan Yingying was speechless, stretched out her hand and tapped her little brain, and said in her heart, you little yellow-skinned spirit is embarrassed to say that others have demonic spirit here.

Huang Xiaxia dodged her fingers, a pair of small eyes widened, and she looked at Han Sicheng without blinking, Fan Yingying turned her head, and saw that the black fog on Han Sicheng's body suddenly dissipated cleanly, and even the one that surrounded Zhang Jinxia before disappeared.

But Han Sicheng changed, as if he had completely changed into a different person, exuding a cold aura all over his body, and his eyes were full of anger.

Han Sicheng raised his hand and pressed it on Zhang Jinxia's heavenly spirit cover, and began to chant words in his mouth, and after only a while, he saw that plumes of dark red smoke began to overflow around Han Sicheng's palm.

"Hmm, it stinks!" Huang Xiaxia cocked her big fluffy tail in front of her nose.

Fan Yingying soon smelled the smell, which was sour and a little bitter, very choking.

As the smoke became thicker and thicker, Huang Xiaxia's entire small body stiffened, Fan Yingying noticed it and hurriedly took it into her arms, Huang Xiaxia's small eyes had already turned white.

The smell was getting stronger and stronger, Fan Yingying really couldn't stand it, turned around and ran quickly to the door, and when she reached out to hold the doorknob, she glanced back, and didn't want to meet Han Sicheng's hurt eyes.

Fan Yingying's movements froze, silently let go of her hand, and returned to the edge of the bed.

Han Sicheng looked at her and his gaze slowly swelled with an indescribable expression, Fan Yingying sighed in her heart, she found that she couldn't stand Han Sicheng's expression of being abandoned by the whole world at all, just looking at it, it would hurt a little in her heart. (To be continued.) )