A faint floral fragrance gradually wafted out from inside.

He did not rush in, and after looking around with the only vision he had, he cautiously pushed open the door and floated in silently.

The layout of the house is the same as the house he lives in, except that the details of the furnishings and knick-knacks are a little different.

This place doesn't look as exaggerated as the room he lives in, it looks a lot simpler.

Enter the main hall, to the right is the living room, and on the left is similar to the study.

Like the rooms in the old house, they are basically seventy or eighty square meters of large rooms, whether they are located or what they are, you can see them all at a glance.

Jiang Futing walked around the room, and after a cursory look, there was nothing specifically to cover up, not even the guards in the room he had expected.

No wonder the movement outside just now has turned out like this, and the house has been indifferent.

He stood in the main hall for a while, a little puzzled, if there was really nothing, why send heavy troops to guard it, Mei Jibei was still a thief.

If there are no Tibetans, then there must be something very important hidden.

He pondered for a moment, and began to pay close attention to the mechanism in the room.

Jiang Futing first followed the routine of the Tibetan organs, and slowly knocked over every wall in the room, not even the beams above his head.

Then there is the floor, the corners and corners, and the crevices between the stones.

Then there are all kinds of soft decorations, from mirrors to paintings, to bed boards, dining tables, pen, ink, paper, inkstones, and various cabinets······ For a moment, Jiang Futing tasted the taste of stealing chickens and dogs in his sneaky actions.

At this time, even if someone outside suddenly broke in to catch the thief, he would not feel strange.

Where the hell can this thing be hidden?

Everything in the house should be searched, what is valuable, what is not valuable, and even the approximate assets are accurate to single digits.

But there was nothing that could make him suspicious.

A not-so-good guess struck him, if it really was······ Mei Jibei should have been taken away!

But this is not right, if it has really been taken away, then why should he catch Luo Zhiqiu when he came out and found that he was being followed.

Just destroy all traces that remain here.

Since there were still many Yin soldiers guarding him when he came, it means that something very important to Mei Jibei must still be here.

He suddenly remembered what Luo Zhiqiu had told him that there were traces of energy emanation after Mei Jibei came in, so he was sure that he was a member of the Immortal Sect.

Jiang Futing raised his eyes again and glanced at the room, could it be that there was some special blinding method used to cover it?

He closed his eyes and opened his senses, which filled the room.

The field of vision, which was still superficial just a moment ago, would clearly see the mottled fog that covered the room.

Through the thick fog barrier, the divine consciousness saw the stitches squeezing in, and gradually saw the scene of the hidden seams.

The room is still the same room, but there are no ornaments of various styles, no tables, chairs and wooden beds, and the whole room is empty at a glance, making people feel a little cold.

Only where the painting hung on the side of the original study was still there, but there were strange energy fluctuations around the painting.

Mixed with strange energy, it was like a fluorescent light that suddenly lit up in the dark, attracting Jiang Futing to subconsciously walk over.

He went all the way unimpeded, straight to the end, although his eyes were closed, and the painting in front of him was his

But it was clear in his eyes.

Jiang Futing raised a hand, and was about to test it first, when a hurried call suddenly came from outside the room: "Come out!" ”

He reflexively opened his eyes suddenly, but he didn't know that when he thought he was still some distance away from the painting, his face was almost on the painting, and his fingernails had already touched the surface of the paper.

The unexpected shout, the alarm bell in his heart, the uncontrollable movement of his fingers, this movement, the fingers directly and accidentally clicked directly into the painting.

Even if he reacted at first glance that the touch seemed a little weird, it was too late.

The picture in front of him suddenly rose white, and no matter how fast his speed was, it couldn't be faster than the speed of light.

The moment the light in the painting enveloped him, the man had disappeared in place.

Jiang Futing continued to fall without warning, the surroundings were dark and illusory, looking down and looking down, he couldn't see the bottom, like a bottomless pit, and the bottomless pit was desperately pulling him.

He used all his strength to resist it, which slowed down the speed of the landing, but still couldn't stop himself from falling.

It wasn't long before he slammed into a bluestone slab.

At this time, you have to be glad that there is no ** benefit, otherwise if you fall down like this, let alone fall apart, it is estimated that you can directly fall into a lump of flesh and mud.

He exhaled vigorously, regained his senses, and then bent his knees to his feet, but before he could stand firmly, a sigh came from the side.

The voice was light and shallow, as if it was floating behind your head, and it seemed to be far away from you, making it difficult to understand the direction.

He immediately became vigilant, holding a sword in front of him, and his eyes swept vigilantly in the darkness: "Who is there?" ”

The other party didn't speak, but after a long pause, he let out a helpless sigh again.

Jiang Futing had been paying attention, and this time when the sound came out, he captured the general direction of the sound source.

He tiptoed, hanging a force step by step, and slowly walked forward.

When he was about a dozen paces away, he saw a stone pillar at the corner, and several chains were fastened to it, and the chains were obviously fastened so tightly that they cut the stone several times.

Jiang Futing paused, and sniffed with the tip of his nose again, is it a living soul?

Bewildered, he carefully circled his sword to the other side.

A cloaked ghost was firmly tied to the stone pillar, its head hung down, its long hair not only covering its face, but even the placket of its chest, but judging from its physique, it was a man.

Jiang Futing picked up his sword and was about to pick his hair and see his appearance clearly, when the other party suddenly raised his head, and a pair of gray eyes stared at him fiercely.

Jiang Futing's pupils shrank in shock, and he subconsciously took half a step back, blurting out: "Mei Jibei? ”

But after saying that, I regretted it again.

Although the living soul in front of him has the same face as Mei Jibei, it is completely different from the impression of Mei Jibei.

The guy in front of him is imposing, and at first glance he is not the kind of person who can be slaughtered, but that Mei Jibei is a typical hypocrisy and wrongful snake, and he sees the wind and rudders.

Jiang Futing's outstretched sword paused slightly, pointed at the opponent's chest threateningly, and lowered his voice: "You are not alone. ”

The other party suddenly grinned, but the smile was extremely sarcastic, and there was a bit of resentment in his gray eyes.

It raised its head and looked at the aperture like a patio above its head, the exit was there, right in front of his eyes, but even if he tried his best, he couldn't get out of it with the damage trick of self-damage cultivation!

"Certainly not alone." It said fiercely: "That kind of scum is doing evil in my name."

, insult the reputation of our Shangqing faction, if I go out in the future······"

It chewed the hatred in its heart vigorously, savored it back and forth, and said gloomily: "If I go out in the future, I will slaughter them all over the house!" ”

Although Jiang Futing already knew that Mei Jibei was fake when he acted, he didn't expect that not only his identity was fake, but even his face was fake.

How humble and unbearable he is to live, he is not even willing to give up his face.

Withdrawing the sword in his hand, Jiang Futing looked at the genuine Mei Jibei in front of him decently.

Aside from his bad image, there was nothing else weird, and the chains that tied him should have been able to suppress his cultivation, and there was no other substantial damage.

"Where is this place?" Jiang Futing asked.

Probably because the image of the fake Mei Jibei in his heart was erected too badly, and he faced this exactly the same face, and his tone was really not much better.

Hearing the suppressed alienation in his tone, Mei Jibei sneered: "You should have seen it when you came in, this is a painting." ”

He said and looked Jiang Futing up and down: "I was entrusted by the head of the family to investigate the affairs of the Changsheng Sect, and only then did I find some clues, so I was tricked by that guy and finally locked here." ”

"According to his introduction at the time, this place was made by Zhao Cheng, and it used to be a place for them to hide, but now they don't need it, so they used it to detain me. Seeing that you are like this, you were not caught by him, what are you doing running here with your own death? ”

Mei Jibei said too much in one breath, and when he said that he was a little tired in the back, his voice was inadvertently much weaker.

Jiang Futing didn't want to tell him that he had fallen in by mistake and would damage his image outside, so he said casually: "I'm here to rescue you." ”

Mei Jibei is not a three-year-old child who has not been weaned, and he doesn't give face to go back: "We are not related, we haven't even met, you save me?" What about the crooks? ”

Jiang Futing was not annoyed, and continued to make it up patiently: "I was originally investigating the case of the Changsheng faction, and I found clues related to you from that fake Mei Jibei. ”

This sounds like something going on, and Mei Jibei quickly grasped the point: "Which sect are you from?" Has the evil deeds of the Immortal Sect been circulating among the various factions for so many years? When will they denounce it? Have you heard anything about my master? ”

He asked a lot of questions in one go, but unfortunately none of them Jiang Futing could answer: "I'm sorry, I have no way or faction." ”

Mei Jibei was stunned, "Then what's wrong with you?" ”

"I'm here to help my friend."

"So you're alone?"

Jiang Futing didn't feel that there was anything wrong and nodded.

The hope that Mei sent to the north was extinguished by a basin of cold water, and then sighed Jiang Futing's familiar breath······

He has nothing to love in this life, as if a person is not a human being.

Mei Jibei raised his head again, his eyes wandering on the aperture above his head, which was not only an exit, but also an unattainable dream.

He suddenly whispered: "Since you can get in here, your ability should not be small, if you can get out, go out quickly, get out of here, and go back to the sun." ”

Jiang Futing's face was slightly strange: "You don't want to go out?" ”

"Yes, of course." Mei Jibei said without hesitation: "It's one thing to think, it's another thing to be able to be, while all the ghosts in this city have not been sacrificed, you still have a chance to run now, if you drag it out any longer, you will have to die here with me in a few hours." ”

Jiang Futing's mind suddenly buzzed, as if the wire was short-circuited and burned out all of a sudden.

A ghost memorial for the whole city? What the hell is going on.

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