Xue Ji held up a white candle and looked up and down at Lin Zheng's corpse on the wooden bed, and there was an inexplicable yin wind in the secret room, which made people shudder. Ah Qing couldn't help but grab Luo Yansha.

Yukihime's plan fails, but she doesn't show panic or hostility towards them. She deliberately waited on the way they had to go out of the city, just to get them to take the initiative to send them to the door.

Ah Qing knows that she must have other plans in her heart, Xue Ji is by no means a person who cowers because of a momentary failure, on the contrary, she will move forward bravely, always see the situation clearly to adjust her strategy, and never give up until she achieves her goal. Although the two had been opposed before, and Ah Qing innocently became a pawn used by her, now the two have common demands in some aspects, such as resurrecting Lin Zheng,

So there is no need to say more.

Snow Ji pointed to the fire, causing a drop of wax to freeze on her fingertips, and the flame on it was not red or white, but green.

"What does that mean?" Luo Yansha asked urgently.

Xue Ji glanced at Ah Qing and said, "The qi has not dissipated, the three souls and seven spirits have not left the body, if you want him to be resurrected, you have to go in person." ”

Ah Qing was surprised: "Me? ”

The green flame was extinguished, the light of the white candle flickered, and Xue Ji spread out her palm, and there was a blood-red agate lying there.

Ah Qing hurriedly touched his body, and it turned out that his blood-red agate arrived in Xue Ji's hand at some point.

"The name of this stone is called Wumi Eye, which is said to be the eye of the shamanic goddess Wumai, there are always two, this is the left eye, which can live the flesh and bones of the dead."

"So amazing?" Ah Qing's eyes couldn't help but widen.

"One less introduction."

"What is it?"

"Blood. The blood of the living cultists. ”

Ah Qing was silent, there were very few shamans in the Southern Regions, where to find living disciples? Even if they find it, will they be willing to let them take blood? This agate was originally a personal thing of Hua Ye, it seems that he is a believer in this sect, what Xue Ji means, don't you let yourself go to Hua Ye? Seeing Xue Ji's painless look, Ah Qing understood.

"Where can I find him?"

"Qingcheng Mountain."

What is the purpose of Xue Ji guiding her here, she doesn't know, as long as she can save Lin Zheng's life right now, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, she will break through. It is rumored that since Jiang Yue's death, Daomen has set up a dense magic circle around Qingcheng Mountain to prevent mutations.

This Xue Ji spoke in a fog, and she didn't tell herself where she was going to find Hanaya. Qingcheng Mountain is so big, do you want her to turn it over? Hadn't they been in cahoots for a long time, and since Yukihime knew that she had gotten a black eye, she would definitely guess that she had seen the connection between them, so why did she have to come to see Hanaya alone? Could it be that you want Hua Ye to fight hard and pull herself in?

Qingcheng Mountain is not like the rumors in the rumors, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and they are peaceful. Along the way, no one could see that she was a demon, and she didn't encounter any magic circle organs, so she was too worried. This world runs the same way without everyone. It's just that he's missing......

The light rain in the sky street was as moist as a crisp, and it rained without warning. The drizzle was drizzling, and the surrounding vendors evacuated, except for a shop selling umbrellas. The boss was wearing a hat and sitting on the edge of the steps, unable to see his face clearly.

"Boss, come and get an umbrella."

The umbrella bones are cool and smooth, but the boss's hand holding the umbrella is slow to let go.

"Boss, I'm about to get drenched!" Ah Qing said embarrassedly.

Before he could finish speaking, his hand ran down the umbrella bone, covered hers, propped up the handle, and stretched the umbrella open.

The raindrops hit the oil-paper umbrella sullenly, and the umbrella was painted with Mei Shuya. Hua Ye raised her head, and her eyebrows were full of doting smiles.