However, this strange record was completely unexpected by the two of them, as if no one else should know about that thing at all.

It was very abnormal, but the contrast made her eyes turn around the three grandfathers, and then locked on the saint.

The saint didn't answer their shocking questions either, but just looked at them, stretched out her hand and flicked the pool water, dripping bright red blood beads, slowly peeling off from the pool water and levitating to the saint's hand.

She stretched out her hand, and the beads of blood turned into sharp needles and thorns, aimed at them.

"Old money!"

Fat Xuehai's face changed suddenly, and his voice shouted in shock.

Qian Fu's face also changed, grabbed the side, and looked like Jin Buchang and Shu Qianluo, who were in front of them, closed their eyes, and slowly exhaled before they spoke deeply.

"Tell me how you learned about Qi Xinglu, and I'll tell you who wrote it."

Maybe it's the attitude of Qian Fu, who is too ruined, and there is a sense of 'if you don't say it, our group can't beat you, and we can commit suicide', which made the saint move her eyes to Jin Buchang, who was protecting behind him.

That kind of look made several people stunned, and Jin Buchang was even more stunned, looking at what he was doing, it wasn't him who said-

Suddenly, Jin Buchang's eyes widened.

"You, wouldn't, wouldn't-"

What the?

His inexplicable attitude made Qian Fu and Fat Xuehai wrinkle their eyebrows.

However, Shu Qianluo reacted instantly and squinted.

"Do you know all the going on in Peacock City?"

If this is the case, then it is understandable why this woman would know about Qi Xinglu, but she does not know who wrote it.

After all, she had only heard about it, but had never seen it.

can explain more that Grandpa Jin and Grandpa Qian were shocked unexpectedly.

These words made Qian Fu and Fat Xuehai stunned, and looked at Jin Buchang.

Jin Buchang gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, full of remorse.

"-Earlier, the baby asked me-"

…… Qian Fu opened his mouth and gritted his teeth.

"You're confused!"

Qi Xinglu is such a thing, why did he tell Xiao Baibai like this?

What they are desperately trying to cover, how can they hide it if they continue like this?

"I-"

Jin Bu opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to explain, after all, the situation at that time, he was also forced to ask helplessly, how did he know that this saint could monitor every move in the ghost town?

…… Qian Fu took a breath.

felt that Lao Jin, who had always been reliable, became more and more unreliable the older he got, but now was not the time to settle accounts, so he grinded his teeth angrily and helplessly, and reluctantly spoke.

"We really don't know who wrote Qixinglu, but there is a signature on it, Jing, the word Wang Jing, Jing."

I don't know if Shu Qianluo is too keen.

I always feel that Grandpa Qian's 'one-word Wang Jing, Jing' is backward, and the calm and waveless blood pool behind the female ghost has set off waves, but it just swings away, and it turns into silence, which makes people mistakenly think it is an illusion.

But she darkened her eyes and thought quietly.

One word Wang Jing's Jing character, what is special about this female ghost?

Such a cold, hard-hearted, dead-hearted thing would suddenly ripple over a name that had no origin?

I'm afraid it's not funny!

"Where?"

The holy woman looked at the rich money and the gold did not change.

Among the four, only these two are very familiar with the Twelve Instruments and Qi Xinglu, and the remaining two are useless.

With a wave of his finger, the blood needles and blood thorns that were stuck in the holy woman's hand suddenly appeared around Fat Xuehai and Shu Qianluo in two ways, as if one more point could stab the two of them into a bloody hole.

Let Qian Fu and Jin Buchang suffocate their expressions, and the corners of their lips moved.

"In, in—"

The two tensed their bodies, clenched their weapons, and were torn apart, bitter and resentful, but they did not dare to act rashly.

Moreover, their hesitation made the holy woman wave her fingers without mercy, and took the lead in piercing the blood needles suspended around Fat Xuehai, and penetrated into his body with a puff.

"Ah!!!!h

"Old fat!"

"Old fat!!"

"Fat grandpa!!"

Four voices suddenly startled.

However, Fat Xuehai had already turned into a bloody man, and he fell to the ground and convulsed.

Countless, large amounts of blood poured out of his body, rolling into a stream in an instant, winding across the ground covered with black lines.

"Stop!! Stop!! ”

Jin Buchang and Qian Fu rushed to Fat Xuehai's side, desperately trying to block the blood, but they didn't know where to stop it, they were full of anger, and their eyes were red with resentment and pain.

And Shu Qianluo, who was wrapped in countless blood needles and blood thorns, was stabbed with blood before he took a step.

The cold sting, the chilling cone breath, and the tsunami pain that swept through her body made her cold face as white as frost and snow, and the tendons and veins of her hands clenched tightly with short sticks burst out, desperately bursting out from under her skin.

Just by looking at it, it seems that the pain can't be endured, not to mention Shu Qianluo and Fat Xuehai, who feel that pain.

"Stop! Stop!! ”

Jin Buchang and Qian Fu burst into tears, their voices roaring out of despair and heart-rending helplessness.

However, the Holy Maiden, who was indifferently looking at their pain and despair, forced the blood needles and blood thorns suspended around Shu Qianluo into another point, and even stripped out countless blood beads from the blood pool, turned into blood needles and blood thorns, pointed at them, and then slowly spoke:

"Where are the Strange Lines and the Twelve?"

The two of them really couldn't control their crying.

They can't say!

Can't really say!

But don't say—

The old fat will die!

The girl will die!

What to do?

What to do?

Who will save them!

It's good to save the innocent old fat and fallen girl!!

"Dreaming of White !!"

The pain was so painful that he wanted to faint, his eyes were black, he couldn't stand, and there was a ho-ho sound in his ears that the fat grandfather was almost disappearing, as well as the howling and crying of Grandpa Jin and Grandpa Qian, which made Shu Qianluo's heart rise with uncontrollable anger and hatred.

Let her blush, growl.

"Dog man! Where have you gone!! Never again!! We're all going to die!! ”

And, just as she finished yelling.

A pair of thin white, bony hands silently stretched out from the pool of blood, touched the saint's neck, and stuck her throat.

At the same time, a thin figure slowly floated up from the pool of blood, with a beautiful and compelling, the heavens and the earth overturned, but the face of the blood flowed, and the evil came to the ears of the saint, warm and slow, and deep and secluded.

But it is strange and yin, cruel and cruel whispering.

"Ye is reluctant to be hurt, at most he scolds a few words of Xiao Luoluo, what kind of thing are you, and you deserve to hurt her? Dare to hurt her too? Well? ”

Click.

With this sentence, the words that completely overwhelmed the yin qi of the ghost city, and were more cold and ruthless than the saint, were a crisp, neck-burning sound.