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It was an old Taoist priest, he was wearing a plain white robe, gray hair, and a long beard, and he was lying quietly on his side on the wooden couch, with one hand supporting his head and the other hand on his side.

Layers of mist lingered around the pavilion, making him look like a fairyland, like a master of the world.

It's just that in this situation, this old way appears here, no matter how you look at it, it's weird.

Is there anyone else in this kind of place besides them?

Inadvertently, Feng Qingyan's gaze swept around, and they stood in the middle of a street, with dark shops with closed doors on either side, and in front of them was the gazebo that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The gazebo was also built in the middle of the street, almost blocking the way, and if they wanted to get there, they had to walk around the edge of the gazebo, but they could not see through the mist, and they did not know if there would be any danger.

The old man, the few people behind him also saw it, they took a few steps forward and stood beside Feng Qingyan and the man in black respectively.

Someone recognized him, raised his hand and pointed at him and said suspiciously: "Isn't this the White Crane Immortal?" ”

Hearing this, Feng Qing's face showed a puzzled expression.

Seeing this, the black-clothed man beside him fell on the white crane immortal again, and explained to her: "There is a Qinghe River temple in the south of Hezhou City, which enshrines a white crane immortal. ”

"White Crane Immortal?" Feng Qingyan squinted his eyes to look at the old man who was lying on the couch on his side.

"Could it be that the White Crane Immortal has appeared?" Some people guessed that these words fell on everyone's ears, with different expressions, revealing a trace of strangeness.

Feng Qingyan and the ghost general and the black-clothed boy and the other four people are okay, after all, they don't know what the White Crane Immortal is, but the others are all natives of Hezhou City, they know, and they all went to the Taoist temple to incense.

Occasionally, they lowered their eyes, and some people were thinking, but when they raised their eyes again, they found that the White Crane Immortal, who was supposed to be lying on his side on the wooden couch, had already stood up.

Shrouded in a faint white mist, he was dressed in a white robe, looking quite immortal, and walked down the steps of the pavilion step by step, towards them.

Except for the four of them, they held their breath one by one, and they didn't dare to come out, and their eyes kept staring at the white crane immortal without blinking.

"I'm here to save you, do you want to get out?" The White Crane Immortal slowly spoke, and there was an indescribable demagogic power in his voice: "I can help you, but you must be obedient to me. ”

The aftermath still echoed in everyone's minds, lingering, as they watched the White Crane Immortal approach them, his figure flashing every second, and after a few seconds he was already in front of them.

The White Crane Immortal stood in front of a certain person, leaned over the person, and asked, "Would you like to?" ”

His face was constantly enlarged in front of him, although he had white hair, there were not many wrinkles on his face, and he had a long beard on his chin, which looked a little old.

The man's mind was a little unconscious, he forgot everything around him, trembling but with a hint of eagerness to speak: "I, I am willing to ......"

Suddenly, Feng Qingyan and the black-clothed man's eyes couldn't help but be attracted, and then they saw that the person's eyes were hollow, and there was an urgent look on his face.

"As long as I can get out, I'm willing!" Another person on the side spoke, and when they looked over, they all noticed the strangeness of the people around them.

But her demeanor, ghost general, black-clothed boy and his female subordinates seem to be quite normal.

Sensing that something was wrong, Feng Qingyan's eyes looked in the direction of the pavilion for a moment, and after the layers of mist, the white crane immortal on the wooden couch still maintained a side-lying posture, without moving.

The ghost general also looked over, but he seemed to see something different.

Someone was saying to him, "Don't you want to go back to the Ghost Realm?" Take the ghost people and go back to the ghost domain? ”

He frowned, but didn't say anything.

"As the general of Ember Yuncheng, he once came to this world and was oppressed by the human race. They killed so many of your ghost people, you must hate it. ”

"Follow me, I have a way to let you go back to the ghost realm, to the world that belongs to you......"

The ghost general standing behind him had a look that was gradually changing, and Feng Qingyan didn't notice his abnormality.

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Retracting his gaze from the White Crane Immortal, Feng Qingyan glanced at the black-clothed man beside him, and found that he also cast a puzzled look.

They all sensed that something was wrong, and it was very likely to be related to this White Crane Immortal.

After the eyes of the two met briefly, Feng Qingyan looked at the white crane immortal in the pavilion again.

"Are you distressed?" A voice suddenly echoed in his ears, and Feng Qingyan immediately looked around, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong?" The man in black noticed her abnormality and asked with a little concern.

"It's fine." Feng Qingyan was a little unsure, she felt that this voice was a little strange, but she was afraid that she was hallucinating, so she didn't dare to make a conclusion for a while.

The longer the two of them are in contact, the closer the relationship seems to be, and their attitude towards each other is much better than at the beginning.

"It's very likely that these people have fallen for illusion."

Feng Qingyan looked at the few people beside him, except for the fact that they had a problem with their expressions and said something indiscriminately that did not match the preamble.

She raised her hand and grabbed the arm of the person next to her, shaking him while trying to wake him up, "Hey, wake up." ”

You can't wake up like this, Feng Qingyan knew this very well, and just as she was about to use her cultivation, the voice sounded in her ears again:

"You are the righteous daughter of the Ghost Emperor, the noble Emperor, the city lord in charge of a ghost city, who can predict the life and death of many people, but never predicts his own fate......"

Feng Qingyan couldn't help but stop his movements and looked in the direction of the White Crane Immortal, but found that he was already sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch at this time.

He put his hands on his lap naturally, and he didn't move, but he kept his eyes open and looked at her.

He said: "You must be very unwilling in your heart, why do you already have such high rights, but you still have to endure the calculations of others, that person, who is he?" ”

Who is he? Feng Qingyan has asked this question too many times, but there is never an answer.

"From the beginning, you only have five years to live, and your life is in the hands of someone else." The White Crane Immortal suddenly came to her, and the people around her disappeared, as if there were only two of them.

He said, "Isn't it pathetic to think about yourself? After hundreds of years of hard work, just five years of life, you want to be reborn to find Master, but you have come to this isolated world......"

Hearing this, Feng Qingyan couldn't help but clench her palms, so when she came to this world without a master, was everything she did in vain?

"But have you forgotten? You have Yun Shen who loves you, and the brother who spoils you, as well as the very cute Phantom, and other people you care about. ”

She raised her eyes, and her heart was a little moved.

"But ......" As soon as the words turned, the White Crane Immortal said, "Even if your body recovers, even if your body is no longer damaged with the improvement of your Star Nian Master's cultivation, you still only have more than four years to live. ”