Before the fear could spread, Song Qingyin's familiar dizziness blurred his vision again. This time she learned smarter, and grabbed Lu Qichuan's hand before losing consciousness.

After clearing the clouds and mist, there was a cliff in front of her, and the hundred-foot flying stream was surging vertically, falling into a cold pool in front of her. Yun Ruo's story was tragic and tortuous, she thought that what she saw when she opened her eyes should be the past appearance of Yun City. I didn't expect it to be such a quiet mountain stream.

"This doesn't look like Yun Ruo's memories......" She circled around the waterhole, this place was very quiet, there was not even birdsong in the deep forest, if it weren't for the sound of mountain streams and flowing water in her ears, Song Qingyin would have thought that she was deaf.

Fortunately, the predicament did not last long, and there were a few blisters in the waterhole, which she did not notice at first, but then the sound became louder and louder, and a huge shadow slowly surfaced.

The situation was shocking. It was the first time she had seen the abyssal dragon come out of the water, and the water that had been carried up had passed through her body and spilled all over the ground, and the sunlight scattered on it reflected colorful light.

It was a very beautiful dragon, its silver scales glowing, and its golden vertical eyes were half-squinted, so that she could see a little tenderness. But the dragon apparently didn't see her, so she was able to get a closer look at the behemoth in front of her.

The dragon rested its head on a mossy stone on the edge of the pool, and in its mouth it held a small, round red bead. But just look at the color of this thing, and you know that there must be a huge power in it. The dragon squinted and leaned against the edge of the pool, as if enjoying the warm sunshine. Suddenly, its eyes opened completely.

"Don't look, even in the illusion, you will be blind if you look directly into the eyes of the demon dragon."

Song Qingyin's eyes were pitch black, and she could only infer from her voice that the person covering her eyes was Lu Qichuan who was pulled in by her. "This ...... Yun Ruo was a dragon before? "Song Qingyin couldn't believe it, whether it was a divine dragon or a demon dragon, this creature had always been known for its beauty and strength, how could it be possible for her to lose her life just by relying on this mortal blade? It's even more impossible to turn into a ghost, and only humans can become ghosts after death.

"No, Yun Ruo is indeed an ordinary person, and the owner of this memory you see now is not her." Lu Qichuan paused, let go of the hand attached to her eyes, and then said, "It's me." ”

"How so?" As soon as Song Qingyin turned around, he stayed where he was.

The person behind him was more than a head taller than her, his long hair was scattered and his complexion was paler, and he had a pair of cold eyebrows and thin lips, only those starry eyes looked a little familiar.

Song Qingyin: "Who are you??" ”

Lu Qichuan: "Your uncle." ”

Song Qingyin breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest in shock, "Oh, it turned out to be Lu Qichuan, it scared me......"

So she continued the topic just now, and said with a straight face: "How can this be? ”

Lu Qichuan: ......

The dragon raised his head alertly, and his gaze looked straight into the woods. Lin Ye made a rustling sound, it should be someone walking this way. Song Qingyin remembered Lu Qichuan's words, and kept careful to avoid looking directly at the dragon's eyes. The small sound quickly came to mind again, and it seemed that the person who had come had come closer. The dragon hesitated for a moment, carefully took the bead in his mouth, and slowly sank to the bottom of the cold pool.

"You should also be aware that pulling you in here has something to do with that thing inside you. So I think the memories you see may not be about Yun Ruo or Ah Xue, but the memories of the thing itself. Although Lu Qichuan is just speculation, it is only in this way that it makes sense.

Song Qingyin was puzzled, "But whether it's Ah Xue or the goshawk, what I see is something that can only be seen through them, but why is it different this time?" Yun Ruo didn't appear here. ”

"Because all I encountered before was only demonic energy, but this time, it's a remnant soul."

After Lu Qichuan finished speaking, he suddenly snorted disdainfully.

A person came out of the forest, dressed in white, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the aura around him was so thick that he almost turned into a shape. He was holding a cyan bamboo umbrella, and the moisture in the forest had not touched him. Song Qingyin has always admired people who have always worn white clothes and can ensure that they will not get dirty at all.

Seeing the visitor, Lu Qichuan only made a two-word evaluation.

"Sick."

"Huh?" Song Qingyin finally tore his gaze off the other person and asked, "Do you know this person?" ”

Lu Qichuan snorted lightly, "I don't know." ”

…… Why scold people if I don't know you. And people have to be a little bit like you. However, Song Qingyin didn't say it, the uncle next to him said that he didn't know it, it must be false, looking at his look of wanting to kill him and then hurry, she better not touch his moldy head.

After being bullied by Lu Qichuan for so many years, she finally learned to be cautious and protect herself.

An extremely complex formation was drawn on the ground, this level of formation diagram Song Qingyin had only seen one on the mountain guarding array in front of the forbidden land of Luoxia Mountain, but this one in front of him looked more cumbersome.

When he drew the formation, he used a pen that had been pinned to his waist, this pen looked unremarkable, with a bare wooden shaft with a nib that could not tell whether it was a wolf or a rabbit, the nib had a soft coat, and as soon as he made a move, he attracted the spiritual power contained in the pond water. The man lifted the hem of his clothes and sat slowly in the middle of the formation, his hair windless and automatic. The ground beneath his feet seemed to be cut off from the outside world, and nothing could affect him.

The dragon reined in its breath and quietly peeked out a pair of eyes from beneath the water. The man seemed to feel something, but still didn't open his eyes. After a moment, a pained look appeared on his face. The spiritual power around his body was surging and tearing, as if he was expelling something from his body. The simple pen was not far away and pointed straight at the center of his brow, and it seemed that if something happened the moment he opened his eyes, it would pass between his eyebrows.

The clouds piled up above them, and the dragon looked up at the sky and sank back to the bottom of the water again.

I don't know what unexpected happened in the formation, and the man grabbed the pen and pressed it hard to his heart. The pen trembled a few times, and finally he was powerless to resist, and stabbed straight into his master's chest. The imaginary scene of blood did not appear, and the pen pulled the breath wrapped in an extremely strong aura from the wound to leave the man's body, the process was very painful, but the man endured it without saying a word.

Knowing that the other party couldn't hear her voice, Song Qingyin still covered her mouth and said, "This, what is he doing?" ”

Lu Qichuan's face was cold, "He's peeling off his soul." ”

"You ......" Song Qingyin wanted to ask him, how did you know so clearly? But she thought about it again and again, but still didn't ask.

The stripped soul was finally completely out of his body, and a thunderclap rose in the sky, dissipating before it could touch the man. The man Shi Shiran stood up and brushed his sleeves, he pinched the formation into a seal, and sealed the spirit he had stripped out under the rocks by the cold pool.

As soon as he stepped out of the magic circle, two spirit runes floated down to his side and turned into two old men waiting for him. The two of them were carrying a paper lantern without a wick, and the other was holding a thin invitation card, and the man looked down at the contents of the invitation, and threw it into the lantern, and the thin paper burned up at once, and soon turned into a small pile of ashes.

After they were gone, a few more large bubbles of water bubbled up in the cold pool, and the dragon poked its head out again.

"Why am I getting more and more confused? Lu Qichuan, you say...... Is this your memory? Aren't you a sword spirit? Song Qingyin asked.

Lu Qichuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you have to think of me as a sword spirit when you first saw me?" ”

Song Qingyin gasped, "Hey——, you are actually ...... when you say that."

"Not bad." Lu Qichuan nodded.

"It's this dragon!" Song Qingyin was taken aback.

The air was suddenly quiet, and Lu Qichuan sneered, it was not a normal laugh of a person, but a kind of laughter that was about to kill people when he was mad. Song Qingyin took two steps back and wanted to run away, but obviously did not succeed. "I'm the remnant soul that was sealed here!" Her face was pulled to both sides, not to mention talking, and she even struggled to hold her saliva, like a fool. She had no choice but to nod frantically as if begging for mercy, and Lu Qichuan let go of her hand.

She retched twice, the cold hand that lingered on her face slowly slid down her neck. Sensing that something was wrong, Song Qingyin rubbed his eyes and looked at the person opposite.

Lu Qichuan stared at her with a pair of red eyes, but in his eyes, Song Qingyin couldn't see his shadow at all. The hand on her neck tightened tighter and tighter, and the suffocation forced her tears to fall, and she struggled to squeeze three words out of her throat.

"Ritsu River ......"

The strength of the choke on his neck suddenly loosened, and a large amount of air returned to his body, Song Qingyin bent over and gasped for a long time before relieving his breath, and was about to stand up and accuse him of really making himself uncomfortable, but he saw Lu Qichuan silently looking down at his hand, the scarlet in his eyes had not yet faded, and the whole person was wrapped in a breath of anger.

Song Qingyin looked at him quietly for a while, then made up his mind and showed a big smile, ran over and took his hand and strode forward that turned into a fog at some point.

"Okay, okay, don't pretend to be a deep friend anymore, I won't discriminate against you just because you're a remnant soul, look away!"

It's rare that he hasn't been broken away, Song Qingyin is still curious, and he feels a chill on his neck.

No way! Still pinching!

"I'm sorry." Lu Qichuan touched the dazzling red marks on her white neck, and withdrew his hand after whispering a quick word.

Song Qingyin suddenly stopped.

"Huh? I didn't hear what you just said! She smiled and stared at the person who was looking away.

Lu Qichuan was annoyed and pushed her head aside, "Say shut up!" ”