[The book continues from the above, the last book said that after the chief judge fell asleep, he couldn't remember what the voice echoed in his ears and mind, but he had been imperceptibly given the mission of misleading and confusing Liu Yang. And after Mu Qingming and the others got off the Yangxian Slope, they also followed Zhang Xiaosheng to the direction of Jinning, to go to the old thief's house to get the remaining soul qi. But when she reached the door, Kyaukyun smelled blood and saw a vague phantom in front of her eyes. The little thief was the first to rush into the house, and the lights were on, but he saw the head of the old thief, who was blind to death, on the table opposite the door. Mu Qingming looked around the house, and saw that the evil aura remained everywhere in the house, and it was expected that the Immortal Dao had come here one step ahead of them. 】

"Fairy Gu, let's have dinner together."

In the small courtyard of the wooden family in Shala Lane, Mo Han, who stood under the ring corridor in front of the main house, beckoned the fairy girl who was watching the night owl in the courtyard and invited her to eat in the main house.

The fairy girl nodded, and after taking her eyes off the two night owls, she paced to the side of the main house.

"I still don't see the clouds. You're treating this kid well, and I'm relieved. The fairy girl who sat down in the main room pursed the corners of her mouth and said, "I'll go back after eating." ”。

"Why don't you see her?" Mo Han was curious and couldn't help asking.

The night breeze came from outside the open door, blowing the old fairy girl's silver ears.

The dragon lockers on the main house all focused their curious eyes on the wrinkled face of the old fairy girl. What I saw was the loss of the old fairy girl. But under a closer look, there is still a faint joy in the depths of the lost look.

It's just not subtle.

"I just secretly calculated that if I meet Jiaoyun again, she will die in vain." The old fairy girl showed a bitter smile, and at the same time picked up the chopsticks and stretched out to the delicacies on the table, took a piece of meat and chewed it carefully in her mouth, and then said vaguely: "Only if you don't see her and keep her here, can Jiaoyun live a long life in peace." ”。

Although it was not the first time they had heard these words, the dragon lockers who specialized in the art industry and were not good at divination could not imagine where the unwarranted disaster of Kyaukyun came from?

And Mo Han couldn't bear to listen to it; She knew that when Kyaukyun first came here, she would hide in the night and sob, crying tears of longing until she lost her strength to cry, and then fell asleep.

But the old fairy aunt gave Jiaoyun a death order, and she was not allowed to go up Happy Horse Mountain again, and Jiaoyun did not dare to go.

For a long time, Kyaukyun was depressed, and it was only later that he slowly improved. But it's not that she has completely forgotten the old fairy girl, it's just that Jiaoyun has hidden this miss in her heart.

Mu Qingming or Mo Han, they all want Jiaoyun not to suppress this feeling and suffer. Unexpectedly, the old fairy girl who was still thinking about it decisively refused.

The people of the dragon lock didn't know what to say, so they could only deal with it in silence.

But after saying this, the old fairy girl had a great appetite, and she didn't forget to praise the craftsmanship of the dragon lockers.

She also endured the longing for Jiaoyun in her heart, which made people feel even more distressed......

After nightfall, for some reason, the stars in the sky over Kunming City have become dim tonight. The night wind swept through the smell of blood, becoming cold and fast.

In the wind, the bright clouds standing under the swaying snail mountain of grass and trees nodded, and Zhang Xiaosheng, who also felt that something was wrong under the light dance surrounded by the smell of blood, had already been forced to break through the door, and rushed towards the main house.

"Let's go." Mu Qingming's heart jumped, and he strode to follow. There was an aura he was familiar with in this blood, the yin and evil yin qi of the Immortal Dao.

As long as it has a relationship with the Immortal Dao, it's nothing good.

Zhang Xiaosheng, who rushed to the door, had already pushed open the door of the main house when he lit the fire. A pungent smell of blood came to my face, making people smell sick.

The faint light of the fire fold illuminated the ground a few feet in front of Zhang Xiaosheng, and the stones behind the door were also suddenly pushed open with the door and rolled to the side. Behind the threshold of the wooden fence were still strewn with congealed red blood, and there was a headless corpse.

The unpleasant smell of rich blood came from the red blood stains scattered all over the place.

The little thief, who was accustomed to seeing dead bodies, trembled with fright just by looking at the headless corpse in a pool of blood. Involuntarily took a step back and sat down on the ground, his eyes wide open with cold sweat pouring down.

He was all too familiar with the clothes and size of the headless corpse. It was his uncle's figure, exactly the same as the clothes he often wore, even the patches.

And the little thief and the headless dead corpse when he was still alive used to get along day and night, and he lived with this uncle since he was a child, and followed the other party to learn art, so the little thief didn't need to see the head, just glanced at the corpse, and recognized the identity of the other party, and the little thief Zhang Xiaosheng was terrified.

After only a few days of not seeing him, his uncle was already in a different place, and the news hit the little thief with a blow, and also made him tremble in panic.

For Zhang Xiaosheng, the death of the old thief was an unprepared, sudden thunderbolt on a sunny day, which shocked his mind to go blank.

Mu Qingming, who was the first to follow, also saw the headless corpse, and saw that on the empty neck of the corpse, only a piece of flesh and blood was blurred. Immediately crossed in front of Kyaukyun, no longer allowing her to take a step forward.

He was a disciple who had only just started, and he had never subdued demons and eliminated demons, nor had he seen dead or injured people, so Mu Qingming didn't dare to let her come forward to see a corpse that had died a horribly without psychological preparation.

"Take your junior sister to stand in the courtyard outside first, don't be curious about what's going on inside." Mu Qingming turned around, pressed Ah Hong's head with his hand, and slowly shook his head: "The scene inside is not good-looking. ”。

Ah Hong saw that Mu Qingming's face was solemn and full of solemnity, not like a joke, so he had to put away his curiosity, and after nodding, he pulled up the bright clouds that his curiosity did not decrease but increased, and he always wanted to look at it, retreated to the middle of the courtyard and stood under the night sky.

Mu Qingming turned around, ignoring Zhang Xiaosheng, who was still sitting on the ground like a chicken, and after stepping over the threshold, he picked up the fire fold that Zhang Xiaosheng threw on the ground and lit it again.

The room, which had been plunged into darkness with the extinguishing of the fire, lit up again. The headless corpse was at his feet, but Mu Qingming was not stunned.

He slowly crouched down and brought the fire fold close to the headless corpse's shoulder, the bloody headless neck. Under the light of the fire, in addition to seeing the bloody wound, Mu Qingming also saw that there was a faint yin and evil aura lingering on the wound.

It is the yin and evil qi of the path of eternal life.

He looked around again, and there was a little bit of evil aura hovering a foot or two behind the door of this house. But from beginning to end, Mu Qingming couldn't sense any soul aura in the courtyard of this house.

The corpse qi with a unique soul aura appeared in the courtyard of this house, but it had already faded, and it was already as if it was nothing, and even Mu Qingming could not see it and could hardly detect it.

Seeing this, Mu Qingming knew why this old thief was killed. also knew that the Immortal Dao had taken away the soul energy from the hands of the old thief.

Loss welled up in his heart, but it was gone in a flash.

The Immortal Dao had only taken away part of the soul energy, and the dragon lockers were not left with nothing. The twenty-one soul qi was still in Xiao Shizhu's sleeve, lying quietly.

But soon Mu Qingming tilted his head slightly, looked around, and looked at the edge table not far away, where the firelight was shining, there was a bloody human head facing the direction of the gate, staring at this side, with a dead look. Mu Qingming stared at these and slowly wrinkled his brows. The yin and evil qi left behind by the immortal Taoist can only enter and not leave. After the other party came, it seemed that he used the method of shrinking the ground into inches, and instantly moved ten miles and hundreds of miles away.

This trace is not surprising, the Immortal Dao also has its own thaumaturgy. However, Mu Qingming saw the aura of wind in the yin and evil aura. Especially in the evil qi hovering around the neck of the headless corpse, as well as the evil qi remaining at the mouth of the hole that was broken not far away, the aura of the wind contained was very strong.

This kind of aura is no longer in the five elements, it is made by the fire and wood in the five elements, and everyone knows about the dragon. Although there is the aura of wind in heaven and earth, only the dragon lock people can ingest and refine it.

In the yin and evil aura of the Immortal Dao, how could there be the aura of wind? This made Mu Qingming puzzled.

At the same time, I also remembered the destroyed flower field that I saw behind Tanhua Temple. Although the remnants of the evil aura in the flower field had dissipated when he saw it, the incision of the plant was neat and smooth, as if it was made by the dragon locker's wind control technique, which always made him very curious.

Today, when he saw the traces remaining in the old thief's house, Mu Qingming was even more puzzling, how did he learn to extract the aura of the wind at the bottom of the immortal path?

He was confused in the house, and Zhang Xiaosheng, the little thief who sat on the ground outside the house, was still stunned and didn't say a word. As for Kyaukyun, he still looked at the probe curiously.

Although she couldn't see pools of blood or headless corpses, Kyaukyun's unique ability allowed her to see a lot of ethereal shadows from the dim light of the house, which were like smoke and mist, exactly like the phantom she had seen outside the courtyard before.

After looking at Jiaoyun for a long time, he said to Ah Hong beside him: "Senior brother, there are traces of a fight in this room. ”。

This didn't sound like anything to Ah Hong, but if Mu Qingming heard it, he couldn't believe it.

Mu Qingming, who was in the room, only saw pools of blood and headless corpses, and the tables, chairs, and beds were not knocked over or crooked. There were no traces left on the ground or walls during the fight.

Only the bottomless trap mouth, the broken iron plate and stone slab, can prove that the Immortal Daoist once smashed the entrance of this trap and escaped. As for the rest, only signs can be seen that the old thief will be killed with one blow.

Under the night sky in the courtyard outside, Kyaukyun continued to look into the house. After looking at it for a long time, he then said to Ah Hong: "Senior brother, there is a clever trap in this house, and the owner of the house has locked the invading person in the trap first, and it is a bottomless and murderous trap. ”。

"But then, the man in the trap dodged the trap with great speed, and climbed up the smooth stone wall with a short knife." Kyaukyun, whose eyes had never been taken away from the open door of the main house, paused, and continued to say to Ah Hong, "The situation changed when he struck the flames with his palm wind, and the flames broke through the iron plate at the mouth of the trap. The dead man was stabbed to death by this man, and then the head of the owner of the house was cut off and placed in the ...... put it in ......".

Although the whole process of the fight was described by Kyaukyun along the little traces in the house, there was almost no deviation, but what the killer did was too cruel, and it still made Kyaukyun talk and talk, and he couldn't go on.

Looking for traces, can Kyaukyun find the traces of the Grand Judge? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.