The light of Hexiang Pavilion was dim, and the four ghost soldiers threw the box directly on the ground not far from the gate, and sat by the door to drink and chat.

Ye Thorn frowned, "Senior brother and sister, we have to find a way to separate them." ”

Xin Tong said in a flash of inspiration: "I have a way!" As he spoke, he took out a pale pink diamond-shaped sachet and quietly threw it behind the butt of a soldier by the door.

Because the sachet is very light, it falls on the ground without any sound, so no one notices.

At this time, the four strong men were still chatting enthusiastically, and the content was nothing more than the topic when Fang had just come, but Ye Thorn noticed that they had mentioned a person named "Huai Cheng Xiang" several times, and couldn't help but wonder, is this Huai Cheng Prime Minister the one who almost exposed himself in the Xuanyuan Palace?

After a while, the strong man closest to the sachet gradually became unconscious and fell asleep.

"Ouch, you see that Wang Er's alcohol consumption has been getting worse and worse recently. The strong man diagonally across from him scoffed.

At this time, another strong man yawned loudly, "This work is too tiring, it's not a ghost's work, I have to sleep." As he spoke, he stretched, leaned against the door and closed his eyes.

"There's still more than an hour, I'll squint for a while. The third soldier said in a deep voice.

As a result, all four of them fell.

Seeing this, Ye Thorn directly used a spiritual power to lay down an invisible barrier on the gate, and the creatures outside the barrier could not see the situation inside.

Jing Wei also lit the palm fire at this time, and placed the fire in mid-air, illuminating the Hexiang Pavilion.

What appeared in front of them was a brown and black wooden box that could not be seen at a glance! The three of them were stunned for a moment.

Is the door of this Hexiang Pavilion the entrance to another space?

This scene reminded Ye Thorn of the day when Mo Ziyan came of age, the Xuanyuan's Beiyuan Cave. At that time, the outside of the cave was the same as this Hexiang Pavilion, and there was nothing peculiar, but inside the cave was actually a jujube-red water spirit algae that stretched for thousands of miles and was vast.

So many, how do you find ......

Jing Wei saw that there was an enchantment, so he let go of Xintong's hand, appeared, and walked towards the wooden box that he had just put down.

I saw that the wooden box was engraved with four small characters that were somewhat hidden, "the sixth day of the lunar month".

Jing Wei's eyes lit up, pointed to the words on the wooden box, turned his head and shouted: "Senior sister!

Ye Thorn walked over quickly, and when he saw it, he was overjoyed, indeed!

I took the opportunity to look at the boxes around it, and sure enough, what was placed nearby was the list of the undead on the fifth and fourth days of the lunar month.

The fourth and eleventh boxes, the fifth and tenth boxes, the sixth and eighth boxes, a total of twenty-nine boxes.

Xintong squatted down at this time and opened the latest box, counting, one hundred, one hundred pages each, five names per page, so he immediately stood up and said: "This box has 50,000 names, and twenty-nine boxes are 1.45 million names, we only have one hour, three people, that is, an average of thirty-four names per second, the time is very tight, let's start quickly!"

Ye Thorn was shocked, this is not an integer, how did Xintong calculate it instantly?

Jing Wei felt that she had heard it wrong, and her jaw was about to drop, thinking to herself that this stupid junior sister usually memorized even simple illusion spells wrongly, how could she calculate this so quickly?! Could it be that she is not good at illusion, but arithmetic?

Jing Wei has always wondered that the master's requirements for the junior sister's illusion are surprisingly low, and there is simply no requirement. Whether she learns or not, the master doesn't seem to care, and sure enough, if she looks good, she can have privileges.

But he found that the master would go down to the wine cellar with Xintong from time to time, and he didn't come out for a long time, could it be that he silently opened a small stove for her below?

In fact, counting these, it is a piece of cake for Xintong, because the number, year, composition, and ratio of each ingredient of the thousands of jars of Yuanxi wine under the Tea Palace are all calculated by her.

I remember that when Wei Xi went to the wine cellar, she pointed to a jar of wine made six hundred and forty-nine years ago, and asked her what ingredients she needed to add now, and she replied fluently: "Five grams of deer antler velvet, two sea dragons, thirty grams of epimedium weed, thirty grams of fried eucommia, twenty grams of jade bamboo, twenty grams of ginseng, thirty grams of yellow essence, fifty grams of wolfberry, thirty grams of cistanche, seven hundred grams of asparagus, nine hundred grams of atractylodes, and one kilogram of pine needles." ”

Wei Xi continued to ask, "Then in the past six hundred years, how many grams of yellow essence have been released?"

Xintong said: "Master Hui, 649 years ago, 70 grams were put at a time, then 438 years ago, 53 grams, 174 years ago, 12 grams, and today 30 grams, a total of 165 grams. ”

"Where's Tiandong?"

"Three thousand six hundred and eighty-seven grams. ”

"Where's Yuzhu?"

"Four hundred and sixty grams. ”

Wei Xi narrowed his eyes and said, "You didn't take the notes, did you?"

Xintong said with a smile: "The master won't let it, and the disciple won't dare." ”

Wei Xi nodded with satisfaction, Xintong's ability would only be reflected in the things she was interested in, or the things she wanted to know very much. Wei Xi thought that because of this reason at that time, he temporarily accepted her instead of Mo Yan, hoping that one day, when her desire for the Tianquan Mirror reached its peak, she could instantly remember and calculate the complex trajectory of the astrological chart, so that she could truly become the prophesied by fate, the next left protector of the Tianshan Empire, the law name, Xintong.

Xin Tong saw that Jing Wei and Ye Ting's eyes were wide and they didn't speak, and their limbs were stiff, so he urged: "What are you stunned!? Hurry, there's no time!"

Ye Thorn suddenly came back to his senses, and then said: "No, if you look at thirty-four names at a glance, you will definitely miss it." ”

"What then?" said Xintong, urgently.

Ye Thorn lowered his head and thought for a while, and then seemed to think of something, his eyes lit up and said, "Senior sister, do you still have a sachet?"

“...... And one more. ”

"So, let's count half, and when they wake up, they open the barrier and then become invisible, and let them go back and forth again, so that we have an extra hour. Ye Thorn said.

Jing Wei Xintong was stunned for a moment, and said in unison: "Good idea!"

Ye Thorn smiled slightly, then squatted down and began to flip, so Jing Wei and Xintong also got busy.

But Ye Thorn only looked at a page or two and found that even if it was two hours, it was almost impossible to see seventeen names at a glance.

Because there are five names on one page of this roster, and the seventeen names have to be turned three times just to turn the page, it is too late, and it is easy to be dazzled when you turn it quickly. So he immediately turned to Jing Wei Xintong and said, "Senior brother and sister, slow down, if you turn fast, you will still leak." ”

"But it's not so fast, you can't finish watching it......" Jing Wei said.

"If we can't finish it, we'll find a way to come in, I'd rather not finish it, don't miss it, please." Ye Thorn said and lowered his head again, and looked for it intently.

Looking at the leaf thorns at this time, page by page, page by page carefully, that slightly nervous and meticulous look, Jing Wei suddenly had a complex emotion in her heart......

What kind of relationship has she developed with the king of Xuanyuan, Mo Ziyan, that caused this junior sister, who has always been rational and calm, to cry like that in the sacrificial palace for him, to pick up the pear knife and point at Mo Yan for him, to leave the safest Tianshan Mountain for him, to leave the protection of His Royal Highness, and to break into this ghost alone, even if she knows that at this moment, the whole world is chasing her......

:,,!!