Ji Hong's heart suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

Last night's conversation came back to mind.

"You just ...... Do you hear the crows? ”

"I didn't hear that! Where did the crows come from in the shogunate? ”

"Really? It was when Haruki first went to the toilet. ”

"It's quiet."

"But I heard it."

"Actually, it's the sound of a crow......"

"Whew...... It turned out that it was really not a hallucination......"

――Now that I think about it, wasn't it Ruyan herself who was talking to her at that time?

- So, where did that third person come from?

Shudder!

She grabbed the book in her hand, trying to make her voice sound as calm as possible, she looked at Mu An and asked, "What is the function of this formation?" What is the meaning of the word 'sealed' above? ”

Mu An turned his face slightly, unnaturally staggered from her gaze, his body leaned slightly to the left, looking like he would dodge at any time, he tried to squeeze out the resistance of approaching people in his heart, and forcibly stopped the knee-jerk reaction of his body.

He said word for word, "...... Yin, yin...... Seals, seals...... Array, seal, seal...... Ghost Cultivator ......"

Mu An's eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and his speech speed was extremely slow, sounding very vague, like a disrepair artifact, making a sound with difficulty.

Ji Hongxiang heard it clearly.

She immediately thought about the cause and effect of the matter in her mind: Ruyan got a jade pendant with a sealing formation depicted; It is very likely that the jade pendant is sealed with a ghost cultivation power; The formation on the jade pendant has been damaged, and the aura has escaped; Ruyan gave the jade pendant to Steward Xu......

If all the weirdness in Ruyan's body is because of the possible ghost cultivation, then-

Wrong! Wrong!

If something unusual really happened, then now that the Mu family has three foundation building masters, how can they escape from their eyes?

Unless it is a very advanced cultivator, but how can such a legendary power be sealed and exiled to a small place like Yucheng?

If...... If that's the kind of person......

Ji Hong's makeup stabilized her mind. She thought of Mu Yinxi first, and maybe, she could try to talk to Mu Yinxi......

*

At this time, Chunxi hadn't come back yet, and Ji Hongxiang didn't care, in her opinion, it was normal for couples to be sticky and don't know the time.

Mu An seemed to have not communicated with others normally for a long time, and after stumbling and explaining, he immediately turned his back and turned the pages of the book with a snort, as if trying to prove that he was really busy, Ji Hongxiang was amused in his heart, if he could put a snail shell on him, he would definitely be able to get into it immediately.

After these few contacts, Ji Hongmakeup is almost certain that Mu An is a very special teenager. He has a withdrawn personality, even in the eyes of ordinary people, but he is definitely not stupid, on the contrary, he has intelligence and judgment beyond ordinary people, and his biggest flaw is that he is unable to communicate with others, or rather, he is born with a lack of ability to communicate with others, and his emotional perception is very slow, unable to understand others, and unable to let others understand himself.

People like Mu An are lonely geniuses among human beings, and they often have their own extraordinary talents buried and misunderstood because of their own emotional ability defects, and only a very few people will gradually be accepted by others and shine.

Ji Hong looked at his blood brother fixedly, looking at his arms trembling slightly because of the flip book, the window lattice was wide open, the wind blowing in the forest raised his scattered sideburns, the golden sunlight covered his side with a golden veil, and his blue deep clothes were the vast sky.

At this moment, her heart suddenly felt as if she had been hit by something soft.

There may come a time when this piece of jade will shine in its own light, but before that?

Mu An suddenly felt a faint fragrance approaching him, and he was about to move to the side, when he heard a gentle female voice asking in his ear, "Do you still want to hide?" ”

He was startled, and habitually picked up the book again, but he didn't hold it steady, and a hand reached over and pressed his hand.

"Mu An, are you just going to run away?"

He was silent.

"If my guess is correct, you came into contact with the formation when you were twelve years old, and you accidentally induced qi into your body. In three years, what kind of qualification is it to cultivate to the sixth level of qi refining? Not to mention, you still have that one-in-a-million formation talent! ”

His curled fingers moved.

"You shouldn't be buried like this, Mu An! You should have more precious resources than Mu Qingyuan, and you should be more proud and confident than her! Don't refuse to engage with the world! Don't run away from it! Ji Hongxiang closed the "Formation Diagram" that he had been holding in his hand in front of him, and was about to pull it out of his hand, when suddenly, the young man who had been quiet like a small beast suddenly startled, and he clung to the book, like a drowning man clinging to the only driftwood!

His chest rose and fell, his whole body trembled violently, he gasped for breath, and squeezed out the broken words from his throat: "No...... No...... No ......" His face quickly flushed, his body tensed, and his eyes begged.

Ji Hongxiang ruthlessly pulled the book away, and Mu An was unprepared and fell to the ground by the huge force.

"No...... Don't ......" He sat on the ground, repeating mechanically, his voice getting drown in a dull voice. No one knew that with these two simple sentences, Mu An used almost all his strength to resist.

What he doesn't want is this strange world, the fear that this world brings him, what he longs for, this strange world, the attention of this world.

He trembled with fear. He trembled with fear.

But no one paid him the slightest attention, not even the one called "Mother".

He resisted hoarsely, but others could only see his silence.

"Mu An...... Mu An ...... "Someone is calling his name.

"Mu An...... Look at me......" Someone hugged him from behind.

Being hugged turned out to be such a warm feeling......

"Mu An......" Ji Hongxiang said softly: "This world is not as terrible as you imagined, it is so colorful...... I can assure you, it must be much more exciting than the formation you have learned! ”

Mu An gradually quieted down.

Ji Hongxiang continued: "Have you ever heard of Emperor Flowing Pulp? It was in the legendary Yinyue Secret Realm, a magical thing. Whenever Gengshen moonlit night, the brilliance of the moon will flow down from the sky, thousands of green silk silk and drooping, countless essences converge feather pool, every time this, all kinds of plants and trees and monsters, birds and beasts come one after another, in ancient times, there was a phoenix to lead the moon and sing, its sound Miao Miao......"

"In the three thousand worlds outside, there are countless strange scenery, you must not have seen those desert Gobi with yellow sand, where the sand can make your hands red, you must not have seen the long river of hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, there was a great power to drink off the east flowing water, and those dangerous abysses and cliffs, often leaving strange treasures that are not discovered......"

"Farther away from the Qianyun Realm, there are countless sects, and there is a sword cultivator who can't fight in the world; There is a quiet and inaction, good as water; There is a spiritual platform without immaculateness, and the Buddha cultivation with a clear Zen heart; There are also demon cultivators with treacherous minds and unpredictable temperaments; There are blood and magic powers, and the demon cultivation is naturally formed by the roots; There is a ghost cultivator whose life is not extinguished and whose soul is not gone......"

Ji Hongxiang hadn't actually seen it with her own eyes, half of her had seen what the geographical chronicle said, and half of it was her own imagination.

She babbled, and Mu An felt relieved and warm for the first time.

What Ji Hongxiang never knew was that there was once an eight-year-old boy who looked at her from afar, envious of her, and the moment she looked over, he lowered his head and pretended to play with stones.

She will never know, and she doesn't have to.

Mu An thought.

It turned out that this was my sister.

……