Feng Jiu shook his head again: "No." "She's only met ghosts.

The old woman sat down and said, "The people in this town have been moving away for a long time, just because there are resentful spirits here, and they think they are ghosts, and they can't settle with the Taoist priest who collects ghosts, so they can only move away in the end." ”

Hearing her return to the question she asked first, Feng Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and she listened quietly. This hunchbacked old woman gave her a very strange feeling, a feeling of hiding in the countryside.

The townspeople were gone, but she was the only one who stayed. In such a place, an old man survives here alone, and only the resentful spirits outside accompany her.

The so-called spirit refining was a method she had never seen or heard of. Swallowing that resentful spirit, using her own body as a refining furnace, she can really refine a primordial spirit as white and pure as a cotton flower.

From her words, it seems that she has long seen her identity as a woman, and she also knows that she is an alchemist. Otherwise, she wouldn't have told her anything before that Yuan Ling could enter the Dan.

It's just that such a person, why did he tell her this? What she said was like spreading her knowledge, telling her something she had never been exposed to, and it seemed a little unusual for someone to say this for a new acquaintance.

But on the contrary, she didn't feel the killing intent from her, but, even so, there was still a faint uneasiness in her heart, because the unfathomable depth of the person in front of her made her feel that she was in danger.

Her sixth sense has always been very accurate, and it is precisely because of this that she feels that this old woman is strange, but although she is vigilant and secretly guarding against this old woman, she does not show it on her face, and even in her demeanor, she regards this old woman as a good person who helps her.

Yes, she has helped her so far, and it is normal for her to show trust and gratitude.

"They've all moved away, but I love it and I've lived here for many years, and I don't want to leave." Speaking of this, she raised her head, and her eyes like dry wells glanced at Feng Jiu without waves.

It was obviously a very ordinary glance, but in Feng Jiu's eyes, that glance seemed to have a different meaning, when that glance fell on her, her heart sank slightly, and her face squinted with a smile, and said in a brisk tone: "There are many things that are habits, just like me, I like to walk around in beggar's clothes." ”

"Well, it's all habit."

The hunchbacked old woman answered, lowered her head and lowered her eyes, pulled out a red thread the size of a toothpick from her sleeve with one hand, and sat there tied and knotted.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu took out the piece of cake that the old woman gave her before, she looked at the sesame seeds sprinkled on the cake, her eyes flashed, she picked it up and took a bite and ate it.

"Old man, why can your body be used as a refining furnace? In that case, won't the body be unbearable? She asked, eating the bread.

She glanced up at Feng Jiu, and said slowly in an old voice, "No, because my body is a refining furnace." ”

"What about this primordial spirit?" She pointed to the little snow-white thing that was sitting on her shoulder, "That's it, this little thing?" It seems to like it's like me? ”

"Hehe......" the hunchbacked old woman chuckled, her voice old and trembling, "it likes you very much, because your breath is clean." ”