In the very center of the Aris Imperial Capital, in the prosperous area, at this moment, there are some unfortunate appearances.

A pile of broken walls, still emitting wisps of black smoke.

Gold-tiled glass, the hotbed of nephrite, is now long gone, replaced by a black patch.

The black scorched earth, the black broken walls, and the black ones, seemed to still open their mouths of smoke.

Xiang Ling and his group of four people were standing in front of the black at the moment, and everyone's expressions were the same sadness.

This was once the most luxurious place in the capital of the Arisian Emperor, and being able to spend here is not only a symbol of money and power, but also a sign of glory.

Now, this place has become a scorched earth, and those who used to flock to this place are just passing by, shaking their heads, and there is a faint trace of regret in their expressions, and then they disappear.

And those who can't go, or don't have the qualifications to go, are proud at the moment, and finally, this place that makes them feel that they are different from others, finally, no one can go.

The various states of sentient beings are never revealed when the icing on the cake is the icing on the cake, but more about whether they can send charcoal in the snow.

The figures in front of the black, after standing for a long time, finally had some movement.

Xiang Ling was the first to move forward, her footsteps did not hesitate because of the miscellaneous trees under her feet, and soon, she shuttled away in the black.

Seeing this, Du Kang immediately followed, and when he saw that Xiang Lingyou was tripped by the broken wood on the ground, he immediately stepped forward to help.

And Qing Ling and Zhou Su followed silently, the corners of their eyebrows locked deeply.

"What about them, people?"

Xiang Ling pondered in a scorched earth for a long time, and finally stood still and asked.

"I heard my father say that those who couldn't escape in the fire were all buried by the people of our Dihuang Pavilion." Qing Ling saw Xiang Ling in a daze and stepped forward.

His words were said very lightly, for fear that one would accidentally disturb Xiang Ling.

"All ----- people?"

Xiang Ling faced the devastation and tried to restrain his emotions.

"The people sent to deal with the matter have counted a total of one hundred and sixty-eight corpses---- "Qing Ling replied as he stood beside Xiang Ling.

"One hundred and sixty-eight?" Du Kang chewed on the number, his brow furrowed slightly.

Xiang Ling heard Du Kang repeating this number, and her gaze subconsciously fell on him.

"Every year when Wang's mother celebrates the festival, everyone will be gathered together and each person will give a red envelope, I remember, the last time the festival, Wang's mother said that the number of people in Yunyu Pavilion is an auspicious number, one hundred and sixty-eight." As Du Kang spoke, he glanced at Xiang Ling hesitantly.

"That is to say----"

The next words, Xiang Ling didn't want to say it, and he didn't dare to say it.

Her gaze refocused on the broken trees that were still emitting black smoke.

"I think there's something strange about it!" Zhou Su had been watching the wreckage all over the ground.

"I also think there's something strange about things."

This echoing word was none other than Xiang Ling.

Zhou Su looked at her suspiciously, thinking that Xiang Ling would be immersed in great grief, and he wouldn't think about the doubts behind them at all, and he didn't expect that she would say the same thing as herself. Therefore, Zhou Su did not take his words, but waited for Xiang Ling to speak.

Xiang Ling paused, as if adjusting her emotions, and soon, her gaze reawakened from her previous blankness, and returned to her original elf shining.

"What kind of business does Yunyu Pavilion do, we all know that if the fire started in the morning, then it is possible that all the people did not escape, but Qingfeng said that the fire started in the middle of the night, but no one escaped, which is a big problem."

Xiang Ling's words of analysis made everyone present nod frequently, and everyone looked at each other tacitly.

Yes, what kind of business does Yunyu Pavilion do, singing songs every night, and staying awake all night is its daily routine, if there is a fire in the middle of the night, how can no one escape?

"Also, just now Du Kang said, the people in Yunyu Pavilion are exactly one hundred and sixty-eight, it seems that the number of corpses is matched, and all the people in Yunyu Pavilion have not escaped, but there is a big loophole in it." As Xiang Ling spoke, a brilliant look suddenly flashed between his eyes.

"Vulnerability?" Du Kang didn't know why, but Zhou Su laughed.

"Xiang Ling is right, this number of one hundred and sixty-eight looks like it is right against the people of Yunyu Pavilion on the surface, but it is actually the biggest loophole."

Xiang Ling knew that Zhou Su had already known his suspicions, so he didn't pretend to be mysterious, and said directly, "The people in Yunyu Pavilion are one hundred and sixty-eight, but have you forgotten that in Yunyu Pavilion, in addition to Yunyu Pavilion's own people, there are also those guests?" How is it possible that the number is exactly one hundred and sixty-eight? ”

"Yes, and guests!" Du Kang suddenly realized at this moment.

"In other words, the number of corpses was deliberately made by someone." Xiang Ling came to a conclusion.

"Actually, there's one thing I don't know if I should talk about." Qing Ling had been quietly listening to Xiang Ling's analysis, and stepped forward at this moment.

Xiang Ling turned his head to look at him and motioned for him to speak.

"I heard my father say, I don't know why last night, Yunyu Pavilion was closed and not open."

"Closed?" Xiang Ling was taken aback.

"Yes, everyone in the capital of Aris knows about this matter." Qing Ling replied very carefully.

Xiang Ling and Zhou Su found the mystery of the fire in Yunyu Pavilion, and found some loopholes in the number of people, on the other hand, they sowed a seed of hope in Xiang Ling's heart, hoping that this number was fake, and hoped that there were still people alive, and his own sentence was to clarify the mystery that Xiang Ling said, that is, to prove that this number was true, not deliberately done by others, in other words, it was to reiterate the fact that all the people in Yunyu Pavilion were buried in the fire, so this sentence indirectly caused the stimulation of Xiang Ling, and Qing Ling spoke very carefully, naturally, it is also reasonable.

However, Qing Ling's thoughts were all superfluous, and Xiang Ling did not fall back into sadness because of his words. "If it's the same as you said, Yunyu Pavilion was really closed last night, which shows even more that there is something strange about this matter."

Zhou Su nodded and agreed with Xiang Ling's statement. "No matter what, we still find out the truth about the fire in Yunyu Pavilion, but we don't know where to start."

"It's simple, find someone." Xiang Ling's originally radiant eyes suddenly dimmed at this moment.

Looking for someone?

Everyone expressed their incomprehension at Xiang Ling's words.

Xiang Ling looked at the puzzled eyes of everyone looking at him, his lips moved, and he seemed to have made a lot of determination before he opened his mouth and said leisurely, "When I was in Dihuang Pavilion, that Wu Pavilion Lord and Black Pavilion Lord said that someone had seen Yi near Yunyu Pavilion last night, and their meaning was obvious, that is, this fire was released, of course, I wouldn't believe what they said, but at least they told me a piece of information, Yi might know what was going on." ”

"You mean to find Yi?" Qing Ling asked, "Didn't he go back to Xuantian Peak?" ”

"No, he didn't go back, if he did, Xuantian Feng wouldn't have issued an order saying that he wanted to find him, it must be because of something, so he delayed." Xiang Ling cut the railway.

"Even if he doesn't go back, the Aris Emperor is so big, and his cultivation ability is so strong, how can we find him?" Qing Ling said worriedly.

"I have my own way, but I need the help of Hall Master Zhou." Xiang Ling looked at Zhou Su for help.

Zhou Su didn't know what Xiang Ling's plans were, but since she needed her own help, Zhou Su was naturally obliged.

After getting a positive look, Xiang Ling turned his head and said, "Young Pavilion Master, this matter is related to the secret of the Phantom Spirit Hall, so I hope that the Young Pavilion Master will not mind and avoid it for a while." ”

Hearing Xiang Ling's words, Qing Ling was stunned.

I have unconsciously become an outsider.

This discovery made Qing Ling's heart very uncomfortable, but since Xiang Ling had already proposed it nakedly, how could he refuse? Anyway, he shouldn't have ever become an insider.

Clenching his fists in embarrassment, Qing Ling said expressionlessly, "You guys, I'll go to the market to inquire about what happened last night, maybe I can find some clues from it." With that, he turned around and left.

Watching Qing Ling leave, Xiang Ling knew that his request hurt him a little, but in the current situation, she couldn't care about it.

When he couldn't see Qingling's back anymore, Xiang Ling turned around and said solemnly to Zhou Su, "Okay, let's start." ”

"Start?" Zhou Su didn't understand what Xiang Ling meant.

"Use the art of summoning to find out Yi."

Summoning?

Zhou Su was taken aback.

Yes, this place is the world constructed by the author's brain waves, Xiang Ling's brain has a radiation matrix, and he can control the brain waves to achieve what he wants to do at will, and of course, he can also summon anyone in this world.

But they are in someone else's novel world, and there is no summoning technique in the fantasy world at all, when Xiang Ling used brain waves a few times ago, Zhou Su was still worried about whether it would attract the author's attention, but later found that the author seemed to acquiesce to Xiang Ling's use of brain waves, and his heart was a little relaxed.

(PS: Author: Who said that there is no summoning art in my fantasy world, fantasy, everything is possible.) ）

Now, using brain waves again, Zhou Su still has concerns.

First, I am afraid that the author will really pay attention to the use of three consecutive uses, after all, the electromagnetic waves on their bodies now are all flowing, that is, they are moving under the author's pen.

Second, whether Yi can be summoned is indeed unknown.