There will be no qualitative change due to the growth of horizontal numbers.

This is equivalent to a group of ignorant ants under their feet, trying to move people in vain.

Jiang Futing thought that he had listened to a boring joke, absentmindedly returned to the question just now, and then remembered the conversation he had overheard earlier, and began to recalculate.

The longer Jiang Li was trapped in that strange place, the better it would be for him.

Once Zhao Cheng can't find him for a long time, he will inevitably think that he has an accident, so he will waver and delay his action.

In this way, he and Bai Tang will have a lot more time to take the opportunity to turn the situation around.

The top priority now is to figure out what Mei Jibei has done at this critical juncture?

After Jiang Futing paid attention, he suddenly stood up: "You take me to the place you just went." ”

Luo Zhiqiu thought he had misheard: "Now······ Right now? No, I was just discovered, isn't this self-defeating? ”

Jiang Futing withdrew the enchantment and looked back at him: "Then do you choose to cast the net, or do you choose to die here before tomorrow?" ”

Luo Zhiqiu's face immediately changed, and he couldn't stop stammering with a forced smile: "Vote!" Cast! I just like to do this kind of thing! ”

If I didn't like to cast the net, I wouldn't have been blown by Li Shang and came to assassinate you whimsically;

If I hadn't come to assassinate you, I wouldn't have hugged your thigh to save my life;

If I hadn't come to hug your thighs, I wouldn't be in a precarious position right now.

The orphanage was as boring as a cage, but it managed to save its life······

As if sensing that there was a hidden resentment in the gaze staring at him behind him, Jiang Futing suddenly turned around when he walked to the door.

Under Luo Zhiqiu's strong desire to survive, he skillfully replaced it with a pure and harmless smile.

Jiang Futing didn't see any bad intentions on his face, no longer cared about his careful thoughts, gave him two talismans, and said in a suppressed voice:

"I'll go ahead, and you slap them on the back of the head."

Luo Zhiqiu was still reliable in doing business, so he took it over and nodded seriously.

Then Jiang Futing waved his hand and made a gesture, asking him to hide behind the vase on the side and tear the rune paper on the door.

The wooden door seemed to be freed, and at the same time as the rune paper was opened, it trembled twice with excitement.

Although there was no sound, even such a slight movement caused two oil bottles at the door to suddenly float over from the side.

Two tall and pitch-black shadows, clinging to the doorway, faintly printed on the door and window paper, the silhouette of the human figure is virtual and real, and it looks indescribably infiltrating.

Jiang Futing really experienced it, and the ghost that he hadn't felt for a long time was not gone.

Thanks to Mei Jibei for letting him return to the year.

He pulled the door open, and the two oil bottles were staring at him with a pair of eyes with a pale dead face, so focused that they didn't move.

Jiang Futing even felt that from the very beginning, these two ghosts had been guarding the door in such a strange way.

Until now, the eyes of the two ghosts have been tireless, and they have not blinked from beginning to end, like dolls that can't move.

Jiang Futing watched them at the door for a while, and after making sure that they would not easily break into the room, he slipped through the gap between the two of them with a look of disgust, so perfect that he didn't even touch the corners of his clothes.

He walked down the steps, and the oil bottle followed.

The pace under his feet was not anxious or boring, and the speed of leisurely walking was about the same as before.

He silently calculated in his heart the right time for Luo Zhiqiu to make a move, and after about twenty steps, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and said to the two expressionless ghosts with the same expressionless face: "Did Mei Jibei explain to you?"

Ever one thing? ”

When the two ghosts heard Mei Jibei's three words, they subconsciously paused, and Mu Ran's eyes finally had a hint of brilliance.

And just when they focused their attention on Jiang Futing, a gust of yin wind hit.

The faces of the two ghosts immediately changed greatly, and the anger of being deceived distorted their faces, but unfortunately it was too late to attack, and it was too late to call helpers, and their souls were frozen there.

Luo Zhiqiu clapped his hands, walked over from behind, looked at him with a daze, and asked for praise in his flashing eyes.

Jiang Futing silently took out the bag, silently packed up the two incapacitating ghosts, and then silently continued to walk forward.

Luo Zhiqiu: Oh, this is the evil capitalist, squeezing the value of all poor working people.

As for the place Luo Zhiqiu said, it is indeed biased, not the general bias, but the bias of the second class.

Half of the area that Jiang Futing explored was like a suite of various levels, in short, if the half of the area he walked around was a rich area, then the other half of the Zhao Mansion was the labor area.

All kinds of workplaces are set up here, and the living places are similar to the staff dormitories, which should be specially set up for ghost servants.

However, the scenery facilities in the house are similar, but there are some different gaps in the details.

And, the further you go, the more remote it becomes.

Until he got close to the Sundweller, Jiang Futing hadn't seen a ghost servant for a while.

I don't think there will be any idle ghost servants, who will wander here at every turn, and the courtyard behind is specially guarded strictly, unless they want to die, there will be no other ghost servants to hit here.

Jiang Futing came to the corner where he was just now, under Luo Zhiqiu's familiar fugue.

It is said to be a corner, but it is actually a dog hole, with an excellent view, just to be able to see the general environment of the courtyard behind.

However, the dog cave was originally small and could only accommodate one person's field of vision, and now two people have to rush to see it.

As a dog hole, this is probably the pinnacle of its life for thousands of years.

Jiang Futing roughly glanced at the platoon defense inside, confirming that Luo Zhiqiu was indeed not exaggerating.

Layer after layer of Yin soldiers were like dumplings with stuffing, wrapping the courtyard so that not even a bird could fly in.

After Jiang Futing finished reading it, he picked up a dead branch in the corner and drew an abstract protection map on the ground.

The outer layer of the courtyard, there is a circle in the middle and even at the door, there should be a 'hawk eye' on the roof beam, if the people in the house are more important, there should be a more powerful Yin soldier.

"What are you drawing?" Luo Zhiqiu really asked a question, and successfully pulled Jiang Futing out of his focused thinking.

Jiang Futing looked at him seriously for a while like a stupid son of the landlord's family, and then sighed very lightly at the picture he was groping.

Under Luo Zhiqiu's comparison, he missed Bai Tang even more.

The only way now is to transfer all the Yin soldiers stationed outside at once, so that he can have a chance to break inside.

It's just a way to transfer away······ The ravine between Jiang Futing's eyebrows is deep enough to gather the sea.

The branches in his hands were tinkering with the ground, and a deep pit was carved out of the tips of his feet.

Luo Zhiqiu stared at the deep pit for a moment, maybe it was too boring, or the things he was painting really couldn't read, and yawned lacklustrely.

Halfway through the yawn, Jiang Futing lifted his eyelids to look at him.

Luo Zhiqiu's eyes were red, and he held back.

Jiang Futing suddenly remembered something, and poked his hand on the ground, "I like to cast nets, right?" ”

Luo Zhiqiu faintly had a bad premonition, but he still nodded stubbornly with a gaze full of pressure, and held back the fan by the way

The impulse of their own mouth.

"I'll give you a trust." Jiang Futing rarely used a good tone of words, but Luo Zhiqiu's scalp tingled when he heard it.

Luo Zhiqiu was bold, crying and unilaterally bargaining: "I'm too small and exhausted, I'm too heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it." ”

"You can." Jiang Futing said beyond doubt.

"No, I don't ......" Luo Zhiqiu's refusal to his lips turned around again under his coercion: "Okay, I can!" ”

Jiang Futing's cold gaze seemed to be illuminated by the sun, and he stingily gave him a little kindness:

"I will make an enchantment, use things to divide their minds, the third layer of Yin soldiers is specially guarding the house, and they will not act without permission unless they have to, when you take away all these ghosts outside, I will take the opportunity to break through the third layer."

Luo Zhiqiu was stunned and pointed to his nose: "I, I collect two layers of ghosts outside by myself?" ”

Jiang Futing took a branch and wiped the figure on the ground away: "I will borrow you something, remember to solve it quickly." ”

After saying that, he looked at the courtyard in the dog cave again, the entrance of the cave was overgrown with weeds on all sides, occasionally swaying from side to side twice, and the black ghost image flickered with flickering fire candles.

Luo Zhiqiu looked at the back of his head with a complicated expression, and swallowed his saliva: "You are so relieved of me?" ”

"What if, what if, if I'm really not careful, and they tear me to smithereens......"

Jiang Futing just finished confirming the defense inside, turned his head, and said, "I am a scholar of literature, and I can give you an epitaph." ”

Luo Zhiqiu: You will lose mine.

The defensive enchantment that Jiang Futing would use was very basic, but it was enough to trap these ghosts for a while.

And learning is not more about refinement, this kind of basic enchantment has been used by him to perfection.

At least when these Yin soldiers were unconscious, it was a very incredible thing to cover such a large barrier covering the entire courtyard.

Luo Zhiqiu only thought that he was an all-round talent, and looked at him even more with admiration, but this kind of brainless worship was at the moment when Jiang Futing took out a paper airplane-

It came to an abrupt end.

As the saying goes, every man is a boy who has not grown up in his heart, and the ancients did not deceive me.

It's just that before he could discover the general joy of the New World and savor it, Jiang Futing took out a huge flagpole from the cloth bag.

The moment the soul flag was taken out, the heavens and the earth were directly eclipsed, the vast banner covered the sky and the sun, and the "whirring" that rolled like a huge wave sounded.

Luo Zhiqiu was a member of the Immortal Sect after all, and when he saw this thing that once belonged to one of the secret treasures of the sect, he was so surprised that he couldn't even speak.

In the end, because he was too shocked to think, he couldn't help but blurt out, "Where did you come from?" ”

Jiang Futing was also a little embarrassed when he said this: "Robbed it." ”

It was the first smashing and robbery in his life.

At that time, the soul banner was actually broken and unusable in that fierce battle situation.

But because of Bai Tang, a person who even regarded dung as a collection of money, Jiang Futing finally patiently sewed and repaired, and finally repaired it by Bai Tang's strength, although it was less than one-tenth of what it used to be, it could barely be used.

It's just that Jiang Futing doesn't have the same craftsmanship as Lu Changrong, so it's really not ingenious, Luo Zhiqiu glanced at it casually, and saw the dense lines on it like spider webs.

Luo Zhiqiu: It's really only the devil who knows, what happened to one of the secret treasures of the former town faction......

Jiang Futing directly handed him the soul flag, Luo Zhiqiu looked flattered, not to mention holding it steady, he was so excited that he couldn't even stand.

Jiang Futing was worried that he would drop the chain at a critical time, and frowned: "Can you do it?" ”

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