"Lost?"

Su Muhan naturally wouldn't believe this kind of statement that it was a lie when he heard it, but looking at Qingcao's room, it didn't seem that there was any treasure hidden in it, and everything should be in Su Lingfeng's hands.

So Su Muhan quickly changed his words again and asked, "Then Su Lingfeng is ......?"

Su Muhan wanted to ask Su Lingfeng where he was now, but he was caught off guard and a series of screams one after another suddenly broke Su Muhan's question.

"What's wrong?"

Su Muhan hadn't gone out for a long time, and he basically didn't know anything about the outside world, so he couldn't help asking.

However, Qingcao ignored Su Muhan, and after hearing the screams, Qingcao immediately ran out, and she was very clear about the direction she was going to go without the slightest hesitation.

Su Muhan saw that Qingcao seemed to know something inside, so he was curious for a moment and followed.

But after not running a few steps, Su Muhan immediately stopped, because Su Muhan smelled a smell that he hadn't seen for a long time:

Necromancy!

It's the smell of necromancy!

To be precise, it's not a taste, but a breath, an ethereal breath, a breath unique to the things of the underworld.

Ordinary people can't feel this kind of breath, but Su Muhan is very familiar with this kind of breath, because, in his previous life, Su Muhan was their leader!

Suddenly, Su Muhan was a little excited, maybe he could take this opportunity to go outside to collect two little corpses for future dispatch?

After all, there are still many things to do in the future, and from a distance, the accounts of the Eight Great Spirit Sects have not been settled, and the traitor in the Demon Capital has not been cleaned up;

Recently, the things that were taken away by Su Lingfeng have not been taken back, and Su Lingfeng seems to be deliberately unable to get along with him, and I am afraid that it will not go too smoothly.

From this point of view, it should be a lot more convenient to find a few imps to run errands.

Su Muhan roughly checked the situation of the Resentful Spirit Ring, since the birth of the Light Spirit Phoenix, Su Muhan did not turn the resentment collected by the Resent Spirit Ring into aura, but maintained the original form of the resentment and resided in the Resent Spirit Ring.

For the only motive that a dead thing becomes a dead soul and can listen to your voice is resentment.

So, the more resentment, the more dead things you can drive.

Under normal conditions, driving a dead rabbit-sized creature will require about one bucket of resentment for about one hour of normal activity, and if it needs to fight or other strenuous movements, the activity time will be halved.

In the same way, it generally takes 30 buckets of resentment to drive a dead adult to move normally for an hour, and if it is necessary to fight, the activity time is also halved.

Su Muhan took a look, from just now to now, the resentful spirit ring has stored 91 buckets of resentment, which is enough to drive three adults!

So, Su Muhan, who was a little excited, once again kept up with the footsteps of the grass, and if he was lucky, he might be able to collect some good Yin soldiers.

Following the green grass and trotting all the way, Su Muhan quickly walked out of the east chamber, and then ran north towards the small chamber next to the lobby.

Most of the small wings are maids and grandmothers who do chores in the house, and they don't follow any specific master, and Grandma Li also lives here before taking care of Su Muhan's daily life.

It's just that what Su Muhan doesn't understand is, what is Qingcao doing here?

Although the smell of necromancy had indeed stayed here just now, at this moment, this smell had already run to the middle of the lobby.