There was no tatter than Wei Songting imagined, but there were still lit candles. Seeing this, Wei Songting also became bolder, pushed open the door and walked in. Ping Huan in the carriage was worried about Wei Songting, and the rest of the people also got out of the carriage together.

Everyone looked towards Wei Songting's figure, but saw that Wei Songting was standing in the temple, and on the door behind Wei Songting, a figure was hanging upside down. It's human, but it's more like a ghost.

Only the long black hair underneath the body, and a white robe on top. At this time, he was probably facing away from everyone, and he couldn't see what this ghost's face looked like. But if Wei Songting turned his head, he could see this person at a glance!

Ping Huan's eyes widened, he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and almost exclaimed. Wei Zhaohua protected Ping Huan and Zhaoyi beside him, and Shen Cuobai flew towards the figure.

Wei Songting naturally also heard the movement behind him, and joined Shen Cuobai inside and out, attacking the man's figure together. But Rao is like this, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the person actually fell to the ground lightly, and when Wei Songting stretched out his sword to pick it up, it was just a piece of clothing.

Hearing the sound from the roof, Wei Songting's heart moved, and he just wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Shen Cuobai.

"Beware of the tiger leaving the mountain, this is just a pediatric trick, or the most important thing is to get a good rest tonight. When they get out of here tomorrow, it's better for them to solve the affairs of Qinghe City by themselves. ”

Wei Songting nodded, looked at the Niangniang Temple, bowed slightly to the statue of the Queen Mother, and began to look for a place to rest in the entire temple. I took a few futons and piled them together, but I could barely make do with them.

Wei Zhaohua saw that there was nothing to do over there, and walked towards the temple with Ping Huan and Zhaoyi.

Everyone was not interrupted by what had just happened, it was just a farce. The matter in Qinghe City is too weird, and the tone is mixed in, so it is better to find a way to get out.

"Queen Mother, you have a lot of adults, don't treat us as bad people! We are all passing by, not to be offended, you can bless us and don't let us meet ghosts! ”

Everyone cleaned up the place to rest at night, and Zhaoyi was a little uneasy. Xu has not experienced any big scenes, and his legs are still trembling slightly. In front of the statue of the Queen Mother, there is the greatest hope.

Wei Zhaohua smiled helplessly, stepped forward and patted Zhaoyi's shoulder gently, Zhaoyi was stunned in place, and he didn't even dare to move his open mouth. It wasn't until Wei Zhaohua's laughter came from his ears that Zhaoyi turned around in a daze, his eyes seemed to be overflowing with tears, and he hugged Wei Zhaohua and almost cried.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, I shouldn't scare you, go and lie down there, it's all cleaned up, don't think about it so much." When Wei Zhaohua saw Zhaoyi's appearance, he only felt helpless in his heart. Comforting softly, he pointed to the futon that had been sorted out on the side.

Zhaoyi nodded, touched the tears on his face carelessly, and walked in the direction of Ping Huan.

In the end, there are still some scruples, and a few people are already familiar with each other, so they decided to fall asleep on the side, which can be regarded as taking care of each other. Wei Zhaohua was lying on the side, Zhaoyi was next to him, Ping Huan was next to Wei Songting, and on the other side was Shen Cuobai's position.

Everything was arranged, and in order to show respect for the gods, the five people did not blow out the lamps.

In the middle of the night, when he was groggy, Wei Zhaohua was woken up by a burst of singing. The people around him were still sleeping soundly, Wei Zhaohua opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the temple, there was no one else.

The singing voice was still echoing in his ears, and Wei Zhaohua's heart moved, only to feel a little chill in his back. Wei Zhaohua closed his eyes and originally wanted to ignore it, but who knew that the singing kept echoing in his ears, even if he wanted to pretend not to hear, it was still not enough.

Wei Zhaohua got up slowly, and saw that the people around him were still asleep, so he walked outside. Thinking of the farce he saw just now, Wei Zhaohua still had some lingering palpitations, but when he thought about it, everything should be man-made.

A cold wind came, Wei Zhaohua was startled, and hurriedly dodged. Turning around, I don't know when, there was already a woman in white standing next to her. Under the cold moonlight, his face was slightly pale, and he did look like a lonely ghost, but the anger between his eyebrows revealed the fact that the woman in front of him was human.

The woman was holding the whip in her hand, and the cold wind just now was also coming from the whip. Wei Zhaohua's heart moved, and when he saw the whip, he always felt a little familiar, but for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

The woman sneered, looking at Wei Zhaohua's eyes even more gloomy, "I didn't expect you to have some skills, and you weren't stunned by my incense!" ”

Wei Zhaohua frowned, Mixiang? Why didn't she feel it?

Without waiting for Wei Zhaohua to react, the woman passed another whip, and Wei Zhaohua dodged it, but he was a little more displeased. A woman's martial arts are not considered superior, but the whip in her hand is a good object. Women's martial arts tend to be vicious, and they are even more worthy of the women in front of them.

When one whip failed, the woman changed another whip. Wei Zhaohua's ears still sounded with a faint singing voice, the singing voice was heavy, if you savor it, it would be more like a homesick person's doing. One by one, the sadness was overflowing.

After a few rounds, the woman had no chance of winning, but she still persevered against Wei Zhaohua. Wei Zhaohua didn't want to fight back, but looking at the woman's persistence, in desperation, he could only stretch out his hand and grab the whip, and before the woman could react, the woman was already tied up by her own whip under a few flying bodies.

"You! Who the hell are you! ”

The woman looked at the person in front of her angrily, with a bit of disbelief in her eyes. It's the first time she's been deflated for so long, and the last time she was so embarrassed, she still had people around her to protect herself!

Wei Zhaohua didn't speak, looking at the woman's eyebrows, a pair of peach blossom eyes were very cute. It looks like a fox, it looks particularly attractive, with a vague fragrance on its body, Wei Zhaohua smelled it carefully, it should be caused by growing around the flowers all year round. Then who is this woman?

One end of the whip was in Wei Zhaohua's hand, and the other was in the woman's hand. Seeing that Wei Zhaohua didn't speak for a long time, the woman felt a little more annoyed in her heart, and gently loosened the whip in her hand, and the binding on her body also fell. 、

Wei Zhaohua held a whip in one hand and watched the woman fly away from him, but he was not in a hurry.

Holding the handle of the whip, Wei Zhaohua's subordinates paused, looking at the appearance of the whip in a faint daze. Isn't this whip the one from late autumn? How did it end up in the hands of today's women?

Wei Zhaohua looked towards the woman, no wonder he always felt familiar, the person in front of him didn't have seven or eight points of imagination with the dead late autumn. Especially that pair of peach blossom eyes, except for the face of late autumn, Wei Zhaohua has not seen a second pair!

"You are from Miao Jiang." Wei Zhaohua looked directly into the woman's eyes and said affirmatively.

The woman seemed to have been told something in her heart, her eyes dodged, and she didn't admit it, "What nonsense are you talking about Miao Jiang, that dead Sui Chen has already razed Miao Jiang to the ground, where are there any Miao Jiang people?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Hearing Sui Chen's name again, thinking of late autumn, Wei Zhaohua was a little angry.

The woman was not afraid, but sneered, looking at Wei Zhaohua as if she was watching some joke.

"You're not a big-end guy? Sui Chen was mediocre, for a goddess, he actually killed our saintess of Miaojiang, and sent the body of the saint to Miaojiang, designing to kill the Miaojiang family! ”

Wei Zhaohua narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. After the woman finished speaking, although she felt happy, she suddenly felt that something was wrong, why did Wei Zhaohua's reaction be even greater than herself?

"You Miao Jiang clan? Are you okay now? ”

Wei Zhaohua asked in a trembling voice, when the late autumn handed over all the secret books of Miao Jiang to himself, the meaning of which was already strict. But he was worried about many things, and he didn't control Miao Jiang's affairs much, and now it seems that he has made a big mistake!

Hearing Wei Zhaohua ask, the woman was even more arrogant, with a little disdain in her eyes, "Can you use this woman?" ”

"What is your relationship with Late Autumn?" Wei Zhaohua eased his expression, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked.

The woman glanced to the side, "What late autumn, I don't know!" There is no name of this person in Miao Jiang! ”

Wei Zhaohua was slightly stunned, and then remembered that it was not called Late Autumn before Late Autumn, but after being tricked to death by Shen Chenmo, it was called Late Autumn. And until then, she had always been called Elegy!

"Elegy! Who is the elegy to you? ”

Hearing Wei Zhaohua say this, a trace of surprise flashed on the woman's face, and she soon disappeared again. glared at Wei Zhaohua fiercely, and then flew away into the distance. Wei Zhaohua was suspicious in his heart, but he still didn't catch up, looking at the whip left by the woman in his hand, he gently stroked it again.

In late autumn, are you all right in heaven? Was all this predestined? Qinghe City and his party should have been like this.

When Wei Zhaohua returned to the temple, several people were still sleeping soundly, and they didn't seem to hear any sound. Thinking of the incense that the woman had just said, Wei Zhaohua felt a little apprehensive, and he had long lost his sleepiness.

Leaning lightly against the wall, there is still a faint singing voice in his ears, crisp and tactful, and the tears of the people have never been cut off.

Thinking about Miao Jiang's affairs, Wei Zhaohua seemed to have made some decision, and he still didn't fall asleep until dawn. And as the sky slowly brightened, the singing gradually became dull, until the last point was completely gone.