Sure enough, one of them kindly replied to her: "Take you two to peel and dig up the spirit core, and our lord will enjoy it." ”

"Who are you lords?"

"Hehe, you think we're going to tell you?"

"I'm just trying to be a ghost! I can't run anyway, and I'm dying, can't I say that? ”

"When you go to the underworld, ask Lord Yama!"

At this time, the two of them still spoke without leaking.

Jun Crimson closed her eyes and didn't speak again.

Although she was unwilling, she had already worked hard, and she really couldn't do it.

I didn't expect her to cross through a while, and in the end, this is the result-

The two groups of people who confronted her outside just now were obviously able to save her, but they missed it by mistake.

The small sedan chair carried them all the way forward.

From the bustling street, into the deserted alley, and into a secret door, the outside is completely dark......

……

Fan Xing and the others did not leave this Moonlight City, he ordered someone to send the injured disciples back, and he took the remaining more than 200 people to search carefully in the city.

He got a secret news that Xiangjun Tower in Moonlight City was not quite right, and nine times out of ten it was the secret den of the demon clan.

It is possible that the dozens of pre-selected disciples lost by the Ziwei Sect were trapped in this green building.

However, his people had turned Xiangjun Tower upside down, and they didn't find anything wrong.

The girls in the building are all ordinary women, and they are also real guests, and there are no secret doors or anything in every room.

In desperation, Fanxing expanded the scope of the search to the entire Moonlight City-

But there was no news yet.

Could it be that the news he got was fake?

Fanxing didn't give up, thought about it, and returned to Xiangjun Tower, checking room by room.

In the end, he searched the bedroom of the Oiran in Xiangjun Building, avoided the entanglement of the Oiran's soft voice, and his eyes wandered around the room.

The decoration of this room is very exquisite, with Xiangfei beds, exquisite shelves, tables and chairs of nanmu, and vases of white jade......

Every item is extremely precious, but in the eyes of Brahman, there is nothing special about it, and these things have no other use than being more expensive.

There are also two paintings hanging on the wall, one is a picture of the beautiful moon and the other is a picture of the local customs similar to the picture of the river during the Qingming Festival.

Fanxing Xianzun is a literary and elegant Xianzun, poetry, calligraphy, chess and painting, everything can be taken out, it can be said that he is a great expert, and his ability to appreciate painting is naturally a must.

He could see that the picture under the moon of the beautiful woman was a good painting, both in terms of artistic conception and pen style.

And the painting called Huayuan Ruins is much more ordinary.

The mountains and rivers on it, the grass and trees, the rooms and the people are very realistic, the painting style is very real, and the picture is also beautiful, but there is no artistic conception.

Naturally, such a painting could not enter the eyes of the Brahman, so he looked away and was about to look elsewhere.

Seeing that he was about to go out, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and suddenly turned around, and was looking at the Oiran who had just breathed a sigh of relief.

The Oiran's face changed slightly, but he still looked at him with a smile: "Immortal Venerable-is it because you can't let go of the slave family?" ”

She swayed over, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the view of the Fanxing Immortal Venerable looking at the painting.

Fanxing Immortal Venerable didn't speak, and directly waved his sleeves, and the Oiran was thrown out of the door with a scream.

Fan Xing walked quickly to the painting, his eyes fixed on the figure in the painting—

There are a few people's clothes that look a little familiar-

It was as if it were—it was the one that the lost pre-selected disciples had ever wore!

His heart was beating and he watched carefully.

This painting is very magnificent, and there are many characters painted on it, there must be hundreds.

So the characters above are very small, and one is sketched in a few strokes, but they are very lifelike, especially some demeanor movements, as if they are printed on the silhouette of a person.