"Well, the yin qi here is extremely heavy, I can feel that there are dead people everywhere here, presumably this is a pile of dead people." The healer replied.

"Dead man's heap! How could I be in the Dead Man's Heap? Can you see if there are ghosts here? Some of Meng Xiaopao's tied body began to sweat, and when he talked about ghosts, his heart was pounding, for fear that there would really be ghosts.

If Meng Xiaopao didn't speak with her mind, the healing soul would not be able to know what she was thinking.

In order for Meng Xiaopao to continue to embark on the path of cultivation, even if she asked any medical soul, she would answer truthfully.

The doctor replied to Meng Xiaopao's question: "I don't know how you ended up in the pile of dead people, but you seem to be lying in a coffin at this time, maybe someone thought you were dead and put you here, but you don't have to be afraid, there are no ghosts here, at most, the corpses gathered by the dead are a little heavy." ”

Meng Xiaopao's thinking was a little confused, and she said thoughtfully: "Think I'm dead? It must be the old bustard of the Chunfeng Building, I remember that I was choked by the fat man, and finally fainted, and woke up again in this wooden box, no, you said that I was lying in a coffin! ”

When the doctor woke up, Meng Xiaopao was in Yizhuang, so he didn't know what was going on in between, but the box where Meng Xiaopao was lying was indeed a coffin.

"It's indeed a coffin under you, whether or not the bustard threw you here, all you have to do at the moment is to break free and get up to see the situation."

Meng Xiaopao said weakly in his heart: "I also want to break free, but the things on my body wrap me like a dumpling, and I can't break free at all." ”

"Hey~" The medical soul deliberately sighed with hatred before he said: "Saying that you are a waste of firewood, you are really a waste of firewood, didn't you refine a trace of spiritual power just now, use your mind to urge the spiritual power in the meridians to turn into a dagger, and then urge the dagger blade to cut off the outer bondage of the body." ”

"Hm~" Meng Xiaopao said even more weakly: "I don't know what you said about the spiritual power blade, besides, even a trace of spiritual power is not enough to turn into a dagger." ”

The healing soul said again: "The spiritual power blade is not really turned into a dagger, you just need to let the spiritual power form the ability to cut through the rags outside the body, even if it turns into a blade." ”

The healer paused, thought for a moment, and then continued, "Didn't you notice any changes in yourself? When the meridians are opened, you can look at your own meridians without teaching, and you can even clearly perceive the state changes when the meridians refine the lonely spirit, on the way to cultivate immortals, there are many things that will be born inadvertently, just like this method of inner vision, isn't it just your own instantaneous, some things can not be passed on in words can only be experienced by yourself, and if you understand it, you will be able to understand it, and you can't teach it if you can't understand it......"

"Okay, don't say more, I need to sleep for a while, during which you have to be careful, as for the matter of cultivation, you have to think about it again, and when you have time to go to the strange mountains and forests, you can cultivate there, and then you will understand the true appearance of the lonely spirit."

After the doctor finished speaking, he stopped making a sound, he was actually not weak enough to sleep, he just didn't want to bury dependence in Meng Xiaopao's heart, her path should be her own, if you want to become stronger, you must first learn to be independent, relying on external forces will always stand still.

Meng Xiaopao didn't know the actual situation of the medical soul, she thought that the medical soul was really weak and asleep.

Meng Xiaopao felt a little self-blame in his heart, others tried their best to teach themselves, but he couldn't support the wall with the mud, and the sense of strangulation when refining the lonely spirit was really difficult to accept, if he wanted to continue cultivating, then he could only go to the mountains first, and he must find out what kind of tricks this lonely spirit was.

Closing their eyes and feeling the wisps of gossamer white mist in the meridians, their thoughts surrounded them like hungry wolves pounced on food, they did not dodge, and even quietly rushed towards the incoming thoughts.

Meng Xiao's heart was strange, but in the next second, she understood, it turned out that the spiritual power after refining was like her own body cells, and they already belonged to her completely, if the spiritual power was described as a limb, then the mind was the nerves that controlled the limbs, and it was specifically this feeling, the feeling of moving with the heart.

Put away the rushing hungry wolf pounced, and the mind was gently entangled with the spiritual power, and in the entanglement, Meng Xiaopao came up with the shape of the razor blade at will, and the white mist spiritual power actually followed the idea to form an illusory blade.

This is the spiritual power blade, Meng Xiaopao resisted the ecstasy in her heart, and she urged the blade to fly out of her body.

When the blade penetrated the meridians, there was no pain, and no wounds appeared, it flew like a shadow from the meridians all the way to the skin.

The illusory blade flew out of the body and stayed in front of Meng Xiaopao's eyes, Meng Xiaopao's sour eyes tried to observe the blade, and after only looking at it for a second, the blade collapsed in an instant.

The speed of the collapse was very fast, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, and Meng Xiaopao was anxious, how could this be, why was it useless.

There was just such a little spiritual power in his body, and all of it turned into nothingness at this time, which was the last hope of breaking free for Meng Xiaopao.

She didn't want to kill the lonely spirit anymore, and she was struggling very much in her heart, so she should kill the lonely spirit to gain spiritual power, what if the spiritual power dissipated again, wouldn't it become a dead cycle if it went on like this?

Letting go of the idea of killing the lonely spirit to cultivate spiritual power, Meng Xiaopao lay in the coffin in a daze, the blade formed by the spiritual power just now became difficult to control as soon as it came out of the body, and finally the spiritual power dissipated due to the control of no mind, there must be other doorways in it, but he couldn't comprehend it for a while.

Meng Xiaopao has insufficient control over the spiritual power out of the body due to her weak mind, and she has to practice more if she wants to master it all, which is also an alternative plan for the medical soul to force her to cultivate, so she deliberately did not mention the key here before.

Meng Xiaopao was trapped in the coffin like this, she was like a clumsy caterpillar, and if the cocoon on her body was not broken, she would not have the opportunity to spread her wings, let alone be free.

The city center of Bloodyang City.

A high-rise building towers into the air, the whole building is built with a color of mahogany, straight up to seven floors stand majestically, each floor has a hexagonal edge, each head of the beam sits a stone carving beast looking at the sky, the stone carving beast steps on the glazed green tile, squatting on the gilt lacquer beam, each beast has a moire frightened bird bell in its mouth, looking down from the top of the building, the whole building is like a giant umbrella that detains the ground, and the decoration on it is not comparable to the general rich people.

The sun was shining in the morning, and the whole building stood like a giant under the golden glow.

On the first floor, there is an entrance and exit gate, and there is a black gilt lace plaque hanging at the top of the red vermilion lacquer gate, on which the dragon flies and the phoenix dances with three big characters 'Na Yan Building'.

At this time, in a wing room on the sixth floor of Nayan Building, a series of delicate pink outfits, and a woman was seen sitting in front of the dresser in the pink sand swaying in the window.

There is a gold-inlaid ivory white comb on the dresser, and next to the dresser is a large bed carved with a clear smoke powder tent, and the bedding on the bed is a little wrinkled, and the woman has just gotten up from the bed at a glance.

She sat quietly in front of the dresser and didn't mean to dress up, her eyes stared at her stupidly, not knowing whether she was looking in the mirror or the person in her heart who was looking through the lens.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, and her dark red hair fluttered lightly a few times, and after the hair was quiet, a handsome man in a green shirt walked behind her from behind the screen of the door.

Duskillful hand walked behind Zi Mei before stopping and said, "Since you wake up, go and freshen up, I know what you think, but she has been dead for ten years, and it's time to pass." ”

The meditator's eyes closed tightly, and when her eyes opened again, her previous infatuation disappeared in an instant, and with it a hint of wetness.

Zi Mei glanced at the Duqiao hand behind her through the glass lenses in front of her, and then picked up the gilt ivory comb in her right hand and began to comb the loose hair, and replied while combing her mouth: "Thank you, I'm much better, I'm bothering you to tell Zun Shang after I leave, Zi Mei also wants to let go of the past, but some obsessions don't mean to let go of the past, this time the people who came rashly and don't know the secret have ever noticed, no matter what, it is better to be careful." ”

Saying that, she had finished combing her hair, and it was still the blood-red meniscus hooked tassel buckle before, put down the ivory comb, she stood up, turned to look at Duqiaoshou and said again: "I want to bury her, just to alleviate the obsession in my heart, can the second elder tell me the specific location." ”

Duqiao's gentle eyes flashed a trace of inexplicable ghostly light, but for a moment, Zi Mei did not notice the subtle change in him.

Duqiao's voice is always the kind of warmth that is not arrogant or impatient: "In the fourth corpse room of Yizhuang in the abandoned area of Xicheng, you should be careful on the way back. ”

Zi Mei only cares about herself for the sake of the Demon Bone Cave, so she never delves into it.

Walking out of the dresser, she saluted Duskill's hand and said, "Second Elder farewell. With that, she walked forward from Duqiao's side.

When passing by, a strand of hair rose in the wind, like a farewell and a reluctance.

He didn't turn around until after the purple charm left the door, and there was no longer the lonely shadow there, only a trace of fragrance left by her, which flowed into his lungs through the air, and then buried a heart shadow in his lungs.

……

There is a waste area in Xicheng, which is located in the middle of nowhere and has not been expanded, so it has become a place that no one cares about, because of the special environmental situation, it has become a place for Yizhuang to live.

There are dozens of corpse rooms in Yizhuang, even if this is not enough to hold the coffin of the dead, Xueyang City is too big, only this one Yizhuang collects the dead corpses of the entire Xicheng, think about it, you can know how popular Yizhuang is.

It had only been half an hour since the sun had risen, and at this time there had already been three groups of people who had come here to store the bodies, one was to be transported back to his hometown for burial and stored here for three days, and one was a childless person who was brought in by a neighbor, and the last one was a little different.

Finally, this is the father of a wealthy businessman, and his son wants to find a feng shui place for him, so it may be stored for a longer time.

It was summer, and the corpses could not be left for a long time, and Yizhuang had eighteen Xiao Si in addition to the steward, Xiao Si went to work during the day and went back at night, and each person managed two mortuary rooms.

The antechamber was the steward's quarters, and there was a living room outside, and when the steward was discussing with the wealthy merchant the cost of the stay, a stunned young man ran in with beads of sweat.

As soon as he entered the door, he sat down on the ground, and kept shouting: "Fake the corpse, cheat the corpse...... Room 4 is a corpse ......"

The word corpse made no one in the living room stunned, and the steward was the first to react and said: "What's the situation, don't talk nonsense, there are still distinguished guests here." ”

The stunned young man's face turned a little pale, and his lips trembled and began to narrate: "I came to duty in the morning, first finished the process of the corpse in room three, and then I went to room four to take care of it, room four was all unclaimed corpses, I was about to go out to find a few pawns to pull the body out of the city and send it to the mass grave, suddenly a corpse came to life, she screamed miserably and asked me to save her, I was frightened by her and ran out directly, and then I came here to find you." ”

I don't know if it's because of the heavy yang of the people, he was not so scared after he finished speaking, he got up and patted the dust on his body and waited for the manager to speak, although his face was still very white, but it was much better than before.