Eleven o'clock that night.

Jiang Ting lay on the bed in his residence, thinking about what happened today.

Open coffins, zombies in tombs, skeleton soldiers, bronze masks...... The world after the revival of Reiki is becoming more and more dangerous.

Fortunately, the level of awakening in his body was still improving, and Luo Zhen had told him that once he could feel the flow of qi and blood in his body and could move freely, Jiang Ting would also enter the realm of a martial arts master.

Of course, that was also the beginning of a real massive consumption of resources.

"Cultivating qi and blood, improving the realm, this road can't go on at all." Jiang Ting frowned, "Right now, the spiritual energy of Kyushu is recovering, and the awakened can barely reach the level of Liu Zhen, but if you want everyone in Kyushu to become a powerhouse in the realm of King Luobing, the resources are simply not enough." ”

"This matter still needs to be considered in the long run, Luo Bingwang told me that there is still a year to prepare, and there will definitely be a chance." Jiang Ting comforted himself.

He picked up the tangled headphone cable from the bedside, straightened it and inserted it into his phone, closing his eyes.

Jiang Ting had a habit that he had maintained for three years, and before going to bed at night, he had to listen to the midnight radio for twenty minutes to fall asleep.

There was silence in the darkness, and only the narrator's faint voice could be heard, and this quiet and harmonious environment made Jiang Ting feel very comfortable.

Normally, the earphone cable will touch the chest when lying down, and Jiang Ting is alone and has no habit of wearing pajamas, so he simply wears the earphones backwards and lets the earphone cable pass over the top of his head, which also saves a lot of trouble.

A few minutes later.

"Do I have to switch to wireless?" Jiang Ting frowned, reached out and pushed the earphone cord away, "My hair is so itchy." ”

Fang Cai Jiang Ting always felt that the earphone cable was hanging on his hair, and this touch made him very unhappy.

Then he touched a cold, slippery object, which seemed to be a little wet.

Obviously, not the wall.

"Bang!"

Jiang Ting reached out and grabbed the object, his body jumped up suddenly, and slammed it on the bed!

A sharp howl came from his head, as if he was about to puncture the meninges, a blurred figure appeared in front of Jiang Ting, the bronze coffin pendant glowed, Jiang Ting's eyes flashed with essence, and he punched out!

"Bang!"

The shadow was knocked straight away and slammed into the wall.

The dark shadow became illusory, and a moment later, a figure dressed in black appeared, which turned out to be the appearance of a woman.

The woman's makeup is exquisite, the powder is slightly applied, her face is beautiful and vulgar, and a classical beauty emanates from her.

Of course, this is without taking into account her frosty face and the wisps of blood at the corners of her mouth.

"A female ghost?"

Jiang Ting licked his lips, and his heart beat violently: "Are they all out?" ”

In fact, Jiang Ting didn't feel afraid, firstly, he could see the other party, and secondly, he was able to touch the body of the female ghost in front of him.

There are tangible and qualitative things, Jiang Ting is not afraid.

You can do it!

A fierce light flashed in Jiang Ting's eyes, and he straightened the waistband of his pants from behind without a trace, and went straight to the past!

The female ghost's eyes were blank, her long hair hung down to her waist, her hands were exposed from between her sleeves, her wrists were like snow, and she reached out to grab Jiang Ting.

With a "bang" punch, Jiang Ting knocked the female ghost to the ground, and then exploded.

"Bang bang bang!"

"Ah......h

The female ghost's body trembled, her long hair covered her face, and Jiang Ting couldn't see her expression.

"How can you talk?!" Jiang Ting's heart was shocked, and the strength in his hand increased a little more.

"It's really strange, ghosts are tangible and qualitative things, and the changes brought about by the revival of aura are too great." Jiang Ting thought about it while "beating" the female ghost hard.

A little bit of Qinghui sprinkled from the bronze coffin pendant, submerged into Jiang Ting's body, Jiang Ting's hands glowed, and a thin light film like a cicada's wings covered it, and every time a punch fell, the female ghost's body would be illusory.

"Bang bang!"

"Spare the brocade strings...... Jin Xian didn't dare......" The female ghost's body trembled, and she was almost broken up by Jiang Ting, begging for mercy with a crying voice.

At this moment, Jiang Ting confirmed the fact that the pronunciation of Blue Star Kyushu had not changed much since at least the Han Dynasty.

Any language pronunciation changes that have been tested by archaeology before are fake.

"It's a nice sound." Jiang Ting muttered, and he punched a few more times, and only after he could be sure that the female ghost in front of him would not hurt him, Jiang Ting got off her.

"Stand up and speak."

Jiang Ting's breath was steady, his voice was peaceful, and his eyes looked directly at the female ghost.

"No."

The female ghost responded, got up from the ground and saluted, lowering her head and not daring to look at Jiang Ting.

The corners of Jiang Ting's mouth twitched, and he clearly saw that the female ghost was now translucent due to the fact that he had just exploded the hammer......

"Why did you harm me?" Jiang Ting sat on the chair, pretended to be a big man, and slowly spoke.

"Jin Xian doesn't want to harm his son!" The female ghost in black hurriedly knelt on the ground, and then straightened up.

Jiang Ting saw that this was what the ancients called "long kneeling", and the most famous example was the posture when King Qin apologized to Tang Ju and asked for the other party's forgiveness in [Warring States Policy: Tang Ju Fulfilled Mission].

"And what do you want to do?" Jiang Ting was puzzled, judging from her demeanor and attire, the female ghost in front of her should be an old ghost of the Han Dynasty, but she was afraid that she would follow her from the tomb.

"Jin Xian, Jin Xian just wants to get Jin Xian's hairpin back......" The female ghost's voice was soft and glutinous, and when she said this, her voice involuntarily lowered.

"Hairpin?"

Jiang Ting came back to his senses, no wonder the female ghost named Jinxian was groping for her hair vigorously. He found his shirt and pulled out a bronze hairpin from his pocket: "You mean this?" ”

"Hmm." Jin Xian whispered, she glanced up at Jiang Ting, and suddenly her face became a little red, and she didn't dare to look at him when she lowered her head.

Jiang Ting was speechless, his eyesight was amazing, and even though he was in the dark, he could see the change in Jin Xian's expression.

This female ghost actually behaved a little "shy".

Sister, are you two thousand years older than me, okay?!

You've seen skeleton soldiers stripped to bones, and I'm still wearing pants!

What are you blushing for, hey!

Jiang Ting hadn't thought that the skeleton soldiers were all wearing armor, he looked at Jin Xian and couldn't help frowning.

"To be honest, I'd love to give you back this hairpin." Jiang Ting spoke, his tone was very sincere, "But not now." ”

"Judging from the craftsmanship of this hairpin, it is most likely not something of your time."

"Our time?" Jin Xian was puzzled.

“…… It's a hassle to explain, so I won't explain it to you. Jiang Ting shook his head and said, obviously this female ghost didn't know that the Han Dynasty was gone, "That hairpin is a product of the Shang Tang period, you know?" ”

Jin Xian shook his head, a faint fear in his eyes.

"Anyway, it's a very old dynasty, older than Shouting and Great Qin, I need to know some very important information, so important that it is related to the survival of the world." Jiang Ting's expression was solemn, and he said to Jin Xian in a very serious tone.

"Moreover, the laws of the world do not protect the private property of ghosts, and you don't know your current situation, and our Han law has never said that we will return the things of the living to ghosts, right?" Jiang Ting is serious and seductive.

"Okay."

Jin Xian nodded heavily: "The little woman is not a person who doesn't know the general situation, since the son is going to save the world, this hairpin will be handed over to the child." ”

"It's just a child...... "Jinxian burst into tears, "Can you return it to Jinxian when it's used up?" ”

"When Kyushu stabilizes, I'll give it back to you." Jiang Ting nodded, and when the secret in the bronze was studied, the hairpin would be useless, and it could naturally be returned to Jinxian.

"Alright, now let's talk about you." Jiang Ting put away his hairpin, and changed his words, "Your name is Jinxian?" But the brocade of the brocade, the strings of the strings? ”

"That's exactly what Childe said." Jin Xian nodded.

"Age?"

Jin Xian wanted to speak and stopped, Jiang Ting said helplessly: "Tell me your age before you died." ”

"Sixteen...... bar. Jin Xian's delicate eyebrows were twisted, and he said with some uncertainty.

Jiang Ting nodded, this sixteen should be a virtual age, that is to say, the actual age of Jin Xian before his death may not be as old as Xu Tao.

"Can you tell me about what happened to you?" Jiang Ting hesitated for a moment, but still asked.

In the twenty-eighth year, Hua Xiang died of jade, and the dirty blood at the corners of his mouth was suspected of being a tomb with a martyrdom behavior...... Jiang Ting already had some judgments in his heart, but he needed more information.

He wondered how the ghost of the Kinstring had survived nearly two thousand years to the present.

Jiang Ting looked at Jin Xian's "body", and a bold guess took shape in his heart.

"Jin Xian was originally a folk girl, and even this name was given by a passing Taoist priest." Nishiki frowned, trying to remember.

"Our family planted a few acres of mulberry trees, and when I was born, the mulberry trees were growing vigorously, and a Taoist priest passed by and asked our family for a bowl of water to drink, and then gave me this name."

"Picking mulberry and raising silkworms, spinning silk brocade, a good name." Jiang Ting nodded slightly.

"Originally, our family life was very peaceful, until I met him when I was sixteen years old." Jin Xian continued to recall, her eyes suddenly calmed down, and there was no wave.

Jiang Ting nodded secretly, he knew that the 'he' in Jinxian's mouth should be the tomb owner with a bronze mask.

"He was riding by at that time, and when he saw me picking mulberry, he laughed, and I also lost him with mulberry leaves, and later my father and I learned that his identity was a prince." A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Jin Xian's mouth, and he said lightly.

"A few days later, he brought someone to propose marriage, saying that he wanted to marry me."

"I remember that the Han Dynasty seemed to not allow nobles and commoners to intermarry." Jiang Ting suddenly spoke.

"Not bad." Jin Xian's face was indifferent, "So I don't have a name at all, after he put the dowry at my house, he forcibly took me away, Daddy wanted to stop him, but he ordered someone to break his leg." ”

"Unexpectedly, I was tied up in the palace, and before I could pass the door, he fell ill and died within three days, without even seeing me." Jin Xian's expression was cold, "Before he died, he also gave me and several of his concubines to death...... Scold. ”

Jiang Ting sighed, this ancient version of "the domineering president fell in love with me", in the end, it turned out to be such an ending, which made people sigh.

Of course, he didn't think that this was the so-called "depth of love" of the tomb owner, in Jiang Ting's view, a woman like Jin Xian was just a piece of bronze in the eyes of the tomb owner, just a selfish collection.

"What happened to you when you died? Or when did you regain your 'consciousness'? After a while, Jiang Ting asked.

In fact, when it comes to the fact that he was given death, Jin Xian does not have much hatred on his face, but more of an indifference, after all, time can erase everything, nearly two thousand years have passed since now, and Jin Xian can't even remember the appearance of the owner of the tomb.

"I don't know, maybe I was too resentful when I died, and soon after I was buried, I became what I am now, but there was always a force pressing on me, and I couldn't show it, or even ...... 'live' at all." Jin Xian thought for a moment and replied with some difficulty.

"That power is coming from his side." Jin Xian added.

Jiang Ting thought for a moment and took out the bronze mask: "Is this it?" ”

Jin Xian stepped back, his face a little afraid: "That's right, I can sense the power above, but it seems to be much weaker now." ”

"And how did you 'survive'?" Jiang Ting asked, wanting to verify one of his guesses.

"Hairpin." Jin Xian replied, a gentle smile on his face, "The hairpin that A-Niang left me can help me block the power of the bronze mask. ”

Jiang Ting nodded: "No wonder you want to get it back...... How did you get here with me? ”

"After Childe took out the hairpin, I found that I could manifest and control my power." Jin Xian told the truth.

"And there seems to be something on Childe's body, which attracts Jinxian, and then Jinxian falls asleep on Childe's body, and that's it after waking up." Jin Xian's face was slightly red, and he added in a low voice.

"Or is it just because of the bronze coffin pendant?" Jiang Ting didn't care that he had walked all the way with a female ghost on his back today, he frowned, thinking in his heart, the appearance of the bronze coffin pendant interfered with his judgment.

"The bronze hairpin protects you, but it also binds you." Jiang Ting sighed, "Now you're free." ”

"Free ......" Jinxian was a little dazed, as a female ghost who had been at home for nearly two thousand years, she didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of her at all.

"Am I going back...... "Jinxian thought, she thought back to the gloomy burial chamber, a little overwhelmed. Nishiki stood up and walked slowly towards the wall, as a spirit, she could walk through the dead.

"Wait a minute!"

Just as Jin Xian's body was about to completely disappear into the wall, Jiang Ting suddenly opened his mouth and stopped her.

"One man...... Pretty lonely, right? Jiang Ting pondered for a long time and said, he was not good at words, so he could only tentatively communicate with Jinxian little by little.

Jin Xian was slightly stunned, she had lived alone in the tomb for nearly two thousand years, she no longer knew what loneliness was, but Jin Xian occasionally recalled the time when she was a child with her father and mother, and whenever this time, Jin Xian felt that her eyes were a little sour.

But she couldn't shed tears.

"Thank you for your concern." Jin Xian gave a salute and smiled reluctantly, "Jin Xian is very good, you can still chant scriptures or something on weekdays, but there is something to do." With that, Jin Xian turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Jiang Ting stretched out his hand and grabbed Jinxian's wrist.

"Do you repeat what you just said?" Jiang Ting's heart was pounding, and he felt as if he had discovered something crucial.

"You say you chant?" Jiang Ting held Jin Xian's wrist tightly, "What scripture are you reciting?!" ”

"After the Taoist priest left, he left a piece of scripture, saying that it can be recited often to make the Lingtai clear, and Daddy specially found a literate person in the village to teach me." Jin Xian frowned, and she felt a slight pain in her wrist.

"How long has it been?" Jiang Ting continued to ask.

"It's been since I woke up." Jin Xian sat on the edge of Jiang Ting's bed, and this posture that did not match the habits of the Han Dynasty made her feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ghosts, spirits, cultivation, chanting......" Fragments of information flashed in Jiang Ting's mind, and then continued to converge and merge.

Jiang Ting smiled, at this moment, the dawn appeared.

He found a way.