"My surname is Fan, and my name is ......"

The goddess replied, but halfway through the sentence, she seemed to be a little silent. But in the end, she continued to answer,

"Remembering the name. ”

"Fan Yixiao?!"

got this woman's answer, at this moment, the wisdom hidden in her mouth was quite strange in her heart. Yi Xiao, Yi Xiao, isn't this Yi Lu Xiaosheng?! The one who took this name was probably her mother, but she took the word Yi Xiaosheng, although she had hatred for Lu Xiaosheng in her heart, she still had some affection after all, but she still hated Lu Xiaosheng in her heart, and deliberately let her daughter remember Lu Xiaosheng's blood feud.

It's just that although he has doubts in his heart, under such circumstances, it is naturally impossible for Huijue to ask more. He just hesitated for a moment, and then said in a very ordinary polite way,

"Nice name. ”

But when his words fell, Fan Yixiao was silent, and then she said, "I hate this name, and I hate Lu Xiaosheng even more." ”

Facing her answer, Huijue didn't know what to say for a while. In fact, he wanted to tell her that Lu Xiaosheng was not dead. And he also entered this immortal tomb. But these words, he just thought about it in his heart, and it was naturally impossible to really say it. In addition, Huijue also wanted to know what happened after Lu Xiaosheng killed her mother's entire family. Why did she and her mother get separated from Lu Xiaosheng, and why did she have the surname Fan or something. But these words, Huijue naturally couldn't ask even more.

And when Huijue was thinking nonsense, abruptly, Fan Yixiao once again transmitted, but this time, her thoughts revealed an extremely dignified meaning.

"It's coming!"

As her words fell, Huijue was also shocked. Then his mind moved slightly, and although he was in Fan Yixiao's mouth, he could still see the situation outside. I saw that I don't know when, in this void, an extremely cold and cold aura spread.

This cold and icy aura was silent, but it came at an astonishing speed, and soon, it filled the entire void. The icy aura raged, as if it wanted to freeze everything, and it seemed to turn this place into a cold and ominous hell.

And from the void, abruptly, there was the sound of heavy iron cables colliding.

"When the long!

The sound of the iron cable clattered and the sound was subtle and slowly clear. It's like there's a terrifying monster slowly coming here. But, very strangely, the sound sounded, it was impossible to discern the direction at all, it seemed to be coming from the left, and it seemed to be coming from the right, and it seemed to be coming from all directions.

Then, as if no one was aware of the moment, Huijue's divine mind could vaguely perceive that there seemed to be an extra thing in this void.

"It's coming!"

Hui Jue was shocked in his heart, and then his mind trembled slightly, and he finally saw the sneaky ghost that Fan Yixiao said.

From here, about thirty zhang away, an iron rope hung down, and the woman in the palace shirt was hanging, and she looked embarrassed. On her originally beautiful face, an iron hook pierced her head and hung her on it like a salted fish. Her hair bun, which was originally dressed up, was also disheveled. And at this time, her body trembled, as if she was facing a weasel's little hen, and she couldn't stop shaking. Behind her, there was a silent ghost, about a foot high.

The ghost shadow was hazy, as if it was a gloomy shadow reflected in the white light under a cloudy sky. From its body, there was a faint white mist. The white fog seems to be the white smoke swirling around the graves of those ownerless lonely graves in the Qingming Dynasty. It stood quietly behind the woman in the palace shirt, with an iron rope wrapped around its right foot. This one hung long, and the other dragged into the void and vanished.

With the appearance of this ghost, the chill that permeated the void became even thicker for a while. It's not very scary. It's even a little ordinary, as if there is an extra shadow behind the woman in the palace shirt, or rather, this sneaky ghost just comes out of her shadow very casually.

It's just that it stands there, and it's about to bring death.

Just like Fan Yixiao said, if you are sneaky and ghostly, find them first, and naturally the woman in the palace shirt will be lucky. But if the sneaky ghost finds her first, it will naturally be her own life, and she deserves to die here.

At this moment, she seemed to understand this herself. Her body trembled, and her two eyes looked at Fan Yixiao deadly, with tears in her eyes. In that gaze, there seemed to be some pleading, and there seemed to be some despair.

She trembled, and finally at this time, it was unbelievable, but she struggled and said with difficulty,

"Someone, someone is hiding there, she's a corpse cultivator, and there's a little monk, they're going to plot against you......!"

Infinite fear devoured her heart, and at this time, she was already a little upside down even when she spoke. But obviously, at this time, at the last moment when she realized that she could not be spared, what she wanted was to betray Fan Yixiao and Huijue, and wanted to drag the two of them to hell together.

Hearing this woman's words, Huijue, who was hiding in Fan Yixiao's mouth, trembled in her heart. However, Fan Yixiao hung on the iron hook, her gaze and this woman stared straight at each other, and the light in her eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest. There was no fear, and there was no panic. Instead, with a little sarcasm, she seemed to just say very casually,

"A big-breasted woman without a brain. This thing has long been out of his mind, so how can he understand you. ”

Fan Yixiao's words fell, she closed her eyes, and in her ears, there was a sound like a thorn, sucking juice, the sound seemed to have some kind of weird rhythm, but when it fell on people's ears, it gave people a creepy feeling that their souls were going to tremble.

When the sucking sound stopped, Fan Yixiao opened her eyes, and the woman in the palace shirt there was completely motionless. The rest of her body hung there, her face frozen before she died, full of unwillingness and grievance.

The iron rope that hung her shook slightly, swaying.

"I'm sorry, Amitabha. ”

In Fan Yixiao's mouth, Huijue silently recited the Buddha's name, and his face was quite ugly.

The monks are compassionate, and this compassion refers to being able to save others when they are able to do so, rather than killing themselves. Although Huijue, at that moment, really wanted to go out and rush out to save people, but in the end, he gave up.

He didn't want to use his compassion to cause Fan Yixiao to die with him.