Through the moonlight, He Jingying saw clearly that the person who was being carried by Xiao Yan was a jailer who had been on duty in the prison.

Xiao Yan slammed the jailer to the ground: "The person you buried that day is here?" ”

The jailer shivered like chaff and trembled, "Yes...... It's ......"

"Find out." Xiao Yan said gloomily.

The jailer kept asking: "Childe, we just dug a pit and buried it that day, how can we find this?" ”

Xiao Yan stared at the jailer coldly: "Just find a pit and bury it?" ”

"That's how everyone in this prison is. Most of these people are from broken families, how can anyone come to collect the corpses? ”

Xiao Yan leaned closer to the jailer with a ghost face, almost sticking to the jailer's face: "Then you can turn over the soil of this mass grave and you can always find it." ”

The jailer cried and said, "Childe, the little one really didn't take anything from that person. Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't believe it, the jailer hurriedly said: "Childe, you also know that such a death row prisoner is poor and white, where will there be anything valuable." Even if there were, even two pieces of broken silver would definitely have been touched, and there would be no jade or something left. ”

Xiao Yan didn't want to talk to him more, so he threw a shovel out: "Whether to find out the person or dig a grave for yourself, you can choose for yourself." ”

Pulsatilla and He Jingying hid behind the mound, and they didn't know who was originally buried in the mound, and the mound was filled with the smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp. Pulsatilla glanced at He Jingying with disgust and said, "Stupid girl, you know how to bring a shovel when you look at people." ”

Under Xiao Yan's coercion, the jailer had no choice but to pick up the shovel and find the grave from memory.

"You're looking for the same person?" Pulsatilla asked.

"I guess so."

"Tell grandpa about what good things this man is hiding." Pulsatilla was suddenly in the mood again.

"How do I know, he is my benefactor, I just want to dig him out and find a better place to bury him." He Jingying touched the Fusang jade pendant in her sleeve, could it be that Xiao Yan was looking for this thing?

Pulsatilla squinted his eyes, and his hand was placed on He Jingying's neck. He Jingying felt a chill on her neck, and the gloomy voice of the pulsatilla sounded in He Jingying's ears: "Little girl, what are you hiding from your grandfather?" ”

As long as Pulsatilla uses three more points of force in his hand, He Jingying's neck will be shattered immediately.

The golden silk soft armor was attached to the skin, like ice cubes, so cold that He Jingying's whole back stiffened.

Suddenly, the jailer shouted, "Childe, it seems to be here." ”

He Jingying and Pulsatilla looked out at the same time.

The jailer found a mound of dirt and began to dig it up shovel by shovel. After a while, the jailer crouched down and patted the earth with his hand, peeking out the corner of the mat. "Huh?" The jailer tugged at the mat strangely. The straw mat is not heavy, and when it is pulled in this way, it pulls out of the soil again.

The jailer pulled it harder, and the whole mat was pulled out of the dirt.

"Huh?" The jailer lay on the ground, picked up the dirt with his hands, and shoveled it twice, but there was nothing in it. "No, this is it, why is there only one straw mat? This...... What about this man? ”

"I'm so cold." An eerie and shrill female voice echoed over the mass grave with the howling of the cold wind.

The jailer jumped in shock, "Who! Who is it! ”

Suddenly, the jailer's eyes flashed, and a white-haired female ghost stood in front of him. The female ghost's white hair was blown by the wind, revealing a pair of resentful and bloody eyes.

Jailer: "Ah! The ground screamed and fell to the ground. When the jailer opened his eyes again, there was still a white-haired female ghost in front of him. The jailer hurriedly put the straw mat back into the pit, kowtowed again and again, and said, "My lord's life, my lord's life." ”

A pale hand rested on the jailer's shoulder. The jailer turned his head slightly and saw a pair of black boots, but the boots were floating in the air. A strand of gray hair fell from above.

When the jailer saw that the gray hair dared to turn back, he screamed and ran away. When the jailer saw Xiao Yan, he hurriedly shouted, "Childe, childe, run!" Yes...... Before ......he could finish speaking, a sword pierced the jailer's abdomen, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword. Until he died, the jailers thought that a female ghost had disemboweled him.

Because he didn't bow his head, and he didn't look back.

If he lowered his head, he could see that the sword that pierced his abdomen was in Xiao Yan's hand.

If he turned around, he could see that the white-haired female ghost was nothing more than He Jingying wearing a human skin mask.

The jailer could not see. But Xiao Yan saw it.

Pulsatilla put He Jingying down and said angrily: "It's not fun, it's not fun!" Little girl, he's so easy to be scared to death, your game isn't fun at all! ”

He Jingying looked at the jailer and shook her head: "What is there to be afraid of ghosts, people are terrible!" ”

Xiao Yan stood in front of the two of them, one face hidden behind the ghost face, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, only the hand holding the sword tightened the sword a little tighter.

Pulsatilla pointed to the dead jailer: "You killed him so quickly, then you can play with grandpa." ”

Xiao Yan took half a step back, and suddenly someone pushed him vigorously behind his back, stumbling, and he almost fell into the pit dug by the jailer.

Xiao Yan looked up and saw that the pulsatilla standing in front of him had already reached behind him when he took half a step back.

"Hey?" Pulsatilla said strangely: "Grandpa hasn't used his strength yet, why are you so useless?" I don't think you're dead yet, that one is fast. ”

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth and rushed towards He Jingying. He Jingying was startled, hurriedly turned sideways, and reached out to attack Xiao Yan's wrist. Xiao Yan's sword, which was originally held tightly in his hand, actually fell to the ground.

Only then did He Jingying understand what the pulsatilla was wondering about.

Xiao Yan's whole strength is not as weak as her as a woman. If that jailer just now had to fight hard, Xiao Yan might not be able to beat it.

This is not the ghost-faced Langjun He Jingying has heard of. The legendary Ghost Face Langjun knows the art of war and is good at fighting. At the beginning, when Xiao Yan served under Wang Jian, he made many miraculous achievements, but it should not be what he is now.

"Who the hell are you?" He Jingying asked.

Is this Xiao Wuyu who can manipulate people's hearts in Xiao Zijing's mouth? So vulnerable?

Xiao Yan's ghost face moved slightly: "Princess Nanjun, you actually colluded with the Northern Wei people. ”

He Jingying was shocked in her heart, she herself was obviously wearing a human skin mask of a pulsatilla. Although the human skin mask was worn on her head and was not the right size, it was not difficult to see that it was disguised, but how did he recognize himself?

He Jingying simply took off the human skin mask: "Ghost-faced Langjun, what are you doing here?" ”

Xiao Yan stood up and said gloomily, "Then what are you doing here?" ”

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