"Hmm~~~Romatik~~" He didn't know what to do next to our coffin again, he seemed to be spinning in circles, "This is perfect~~"

"Click!" It's the sound of a lighter, and it seems to be ...... I was lighting the candles because I smelled the scent of the incense candles.

"Well...... They can't see your face yet. Moments after he said this, our faces were covered with something like a towel.

I opened my eyes under the towel, numb! Or a white towel! Through the fibers of the towel, I faintly saw that there was a candle lit on the edge of our coffin!

"OK, did you see that?! I'm a blood mask, roar hahahaha-"

I'll go, this bastard shouldn't be on the air! I could faintly see his swaying body under the towel.

"This is the exhibit I brought this time, see, it's the task force's uniform, I'm going to take these two task forces to a mysterious party! What the? Don't you believe me? Want to see their faces? NONONO, this must be put in the most exciting time tomorrow, tomorrow at ten o'clock, they will wake up, but now, you don't want to see their faces, ten o'clock, remember it~~~"

Ning Chang turned off the live broadcast and stood by our coffin again: "A group of poor people. Hum. Su Ling, Bai Mo, my perfect work of art, tomorrow is the time for you to appear...... Damn it! Candle oil dripping down! Whew, whew, whew, whew. He was busy blowing out the candles again, and Ning Chang was really demonic.

"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door outside, "Young Master! The storm has passed, shall we set sail? ”

"Of course! Otherwise we will be late tomorrow! ”

"Got it"

"Su Ling, my goddess, see you tomorrow ~~~"

Finally, Ning Chang stopped being a demon and went back to his damn bed, sleeping his damn sleep.

The yacht started again, I breathed quietly under the towel, I just want to say, Ningchang, why don't you take off the towel that covers our face before you go to bed? A coffin and a white towel, where did the art of death come from?! You like such fringe art so much, why don't you go and open a funeral home!

Suddenly, Ou Cangming's finger, which was with me, tapped my finger lightly again, and he tapped the ground rhythmically, and I immediately realized that it was the Morse code.

[You sleep, I'll watch.] He said.

I also tapped lightly on his fingers.

[I can't sleep with a towel covered, and I'm also excited. 】

[Tomorrow he will definitely cover the coffin, during that time I will give you a * ] He really guessed the same as Xinyan. Then he knocked out the next sentence [Does Ning Chang have to be handed over to Xinyan?] 】

I was a little confused by his words: [Is it handed over to the International Tribunal?] 】

His fingers didn't move.

I couldn't help but knock it up, [If I hadn't promised Xinyan in advance, I really wanted to pinch Ning Chang to death with my own hands!] 】

[I think so too.] Unexpectedly, Ou Cangming actually said so. It turned out that the sentence he asked me was that he also wanted to kill Ning Chang with his own hands.

[Can you kill it now?] I asked directly, [Then let Qingtian or Lun Hai play Ning Chang and mix in together.] 】

Ou Cangming was silent for a moment, as if he was really considering my proposal, and then, he said: [The members of the hunting group have a strong belief and high loyalty to the hunting group, and it is very likely that Ningchang will not provide the location, and the information that our brain reader reads now is not comprehensive, if we can't read the location, everything we have done before will be in vain. 】

I understand what Ou Cangming said, the empty anger of terrorism is that terrorists have an unbelievable loyalty to this faith.

[I really want to get there tomorrow.] 】

[Me too.] 】

Our fingers tapped in the dark, and we didn't expect that one day, we would use Morse Code in this form. I used to think it would be in a big puzzle solving case that requires a high degree of brain-burning. And today, this Morse code has become the only way for me and Ou Cangming to dispatch the long night.

Knocking and knocking, I actually fell asleep in the swing of the hull, because I once again entered my own consciousness space, the spiritual world in the mouth of white ink. No matter what you call it, I feel that Baimo is coming, and it is real...... White ink.

Every time, as long as I sit in my own home, Bai Mo will appear, as if this has become a high-latitude place where we meet in secret. This place will not be discovered by anyone, safe, safe, shady.

I looked at the door, and the familiar white light gradually appeared in the crack of the door, and I could strongly feel that the white ink was coming.

Immediately, the shadow of a pair of feet blocked the white light, is it white ink?

"Little Spirit." Suddenly, I heard the voice of a middle-aged man, but it was not Bai Mo.

"Who?!" I immediately stood up on alert.

"Xiaomo knows that you resist him, this time, I'll give you some explanations."

The person who can enter the spiritual world of others and summon them, except for Bai Mo, is ......

"Are you confused that you can enter the spirit world on your own?" The middle-aged man's voice was still outside, and I gradually felt a touch of familiarity.

I immediately ran to the door, and Bai Mo guessed correctly again. If it was him, I would never have opened the door, but this time, I know who it is!

I opened the door directly, and the white light in front of the door disappeared suddenly, as if Bai Mo had been standing there, but the moment I opened the door, he disappeared immediately.

But in front of the door, there was a middle-aged man in a white hooded robe, his eyebrows and eyes similar to Bai Mo, and behind him was the dark and gray world that I was familiar with.

It's him, it's him! The middle-aged uncle who pushed me back into my body when I first reached a critical point and went out of my body! I recognized his voice, and I recognized the world behind him!

It turns out that everyone's spiritual world is still different.

"Shadow King!" I called out his name in a deep voice.

He nodded, his face no longer covered with stubble. I remember the first time I saw him, his clothes were ragged and shabby, and his face was buried deep under the brim of his huge hat, revealing only a mouth covered with stubble.

His appearance was still similar to the one I had seen in his files, except that he was much older, and he looked a little older than the headmaster, more like a middle-aged man.

"Xiao Ling, at least half of your potential is still undiscovered, think about your father's ability......"

"My father?" I looked at him in surprise and wariness, "You know my father is StarClan?!" ”

The Shadow King nodded, his face dark: "Since your father was able to sense our abilities in the first place, of course, we, can also sense his abilities. That's why we are so relieved to hand over Xiaomo to you. However, it wasn't us who started the StarClan War in the first place. ”

"What?!" I smiled coldly, "Are you trying to clear your name?" ”

"Nope." He is as crisp as Bai Mo, never denying or justifying.