Yin Qianhou and I were a little surprised, we specially picked a direction with our backs to her when we spoke just now, and the voice was very small, so it stands to reason that ordinary people can't hear it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Seeing that we didn't react, Zhao Qingya then asked, "Speak, that Yin gang leader of the Tsing Yi Club, you said this flower name, right?" ”

Yin Qianhou shook the flower in his hand awkwardly, "Almost, it should be this kind of flower, if I'm not mistaken." ”

Zhao Qingya thought for a while, and read softly, "There really is such a flower, then the soul liquid recorded in the book is also true, this is really not a rumor, the secret of the Yue family seems to be true." ”

Her voice was very small, almost whispering, but it couldn't escape my ears, this woman actually knew about the soul fluid, could it be that she had also read the notebook?

Yin Qianhou didn't hear her words, but continued to probe, "Director Zhao doesn't know about this kind of flower, right?" I'm a rough person, but I've depicted it in general, and I don't know what I'm used for, can you give me some advice? ”

Zhao Qingya blinked and replied, "I don't know!" Then he went back to study the sarcophagus, and didn't bother with him at all.

Fortunately, this Yin Gang Master's city government was very deep, and he didn't say anything, so he continued to bend down to pick flowers, looking at his expression quite focused.

After about ten minutes, the two of them had something to do, and there was no movement around them, which was a good thing, but I felt that something was more and more wrong.

It stands to reason that in such an environment, the instinctive human reaction should be to leave quickly and avoid risks.

Zhao Qingya was obsessed with studying the sarcophagus, and it was understandable not to mention leaving, but this Yin gang leader was an old fritter, and he should know that staying here for one more minute would be more dangerous.

Even if you want to pick flowers and go back with the so-called soul rejuvenating liquid, you should first call the others in to be more efficient.

What made me most suspicious was that I just picked a few flowers, and a faint fragrance of flowers slowly wafted from his body.

I walked behind him and slapped the evil talisman directly on his back, and Gang Master Yin turned around, opened his eyes wide, and said seriously, "Mr. Yu, what are you doing here, please don't affect my work anymore." ”

I laughed a little and said, "You go on." He took a step back, and reached into his arms with his left hand, ready to take out the Yin Sword.

Because the moment he turned around just now, there was a faint trace of dark red water flowing down the corner of his mouth.

This scene reminds me of the scene in Bangu's notes, where the dead Yue's soldiers gather around to eat the devil's orchid.

In comparison, I have encountered a lot of terrible situations and many terrible opponents before, but I am not as bottomless as I am standing in the pool now.

Looking back at Zhao Qingya over there, she was touching the portrait of the monster outside the sarcophagus with her hand.

Originally, this action alone didn't mean anything, but from her eyes, there was a hint of deep affection, which was a big problem, if I guessed correctly, I should have been possessed again.

At this time, a stream of water rushed to the side of my thighs, only to find that the area of two meters around me was already full of red duckweed, and the temperature in the water had changed from warm at the beginning to cold now.

Yin Qianhou and Zhao Qingya's side seemed to be much cleaner, and those duckweed deliberately kept a little distance from them while gathering over.

I pulled the Yin Sword out of the Sumeru pouch and slashed it into the water, intending to use its might to disperse the duckweed, but they seemed to be attracted, and all of them stuck to the sword.

A burst of excitement came back from the Yin Sword, and then a cold energy came back from the sword body.

Soon the outermost layer of duckweed turned grayish-white and completely shriveled, and I shook it off with a shake of the sword, and soon more duckweed came up.

This kind of energy poured back from the sword body was different from the yin qi that had been exposed to before, there were not so many negative factors of yin and cold, it was more like a pure negative energy, which was directly sucked into the nebula after flowing into the dantian.

This was a slight departure from the previous situation in the burial chamber above, when he put his hand into the liquid in the coffin, because it was not transformed into Yang True Qi and returned to the meridians.

However, as this energy was gradually inhaled, the nebula in the sea of qi seemed to have changed faintly, and some of the clouds had completely turned red.

Although I don't know what this does, I have a feeling that this is definitely not a bad thing, and now I hope to have more duckweed to let the Yin Sword extract energy.

For a while, he forgot where he was, but he just relied on his instinct to slide the sword body in the water to attract more duckweed.

However, this state did not last long, and suddenly there was a soft sound in the water in the distance, and I was startled in my mind, and I came back to my senses.

Then there was a series of slight noises, and many ripples emanated from the water beside him, and the duckweed also dispersed, no longer attracted by the Yin Sword.

What's the situation, I looked up at the place where the sound came from, and found that the source of the sound was the vertical sarcophagus, and Zhao Qingya was pressing on the top of the sarcophagus with her hand, and the blood oozing from her fingers flowed into the eyes of the monster carved outside the coffin through the two drainage grooves next to it.

Oh no, this was obviously some kind of ritual, I slapped it on the door of the head and spread my legs and ran towards the sarcophagus.

Just now, I obviously wanted to pull Zhao Qingya here, but suddenly a wave of energy flowed into the dantian, and the person became a lot sluggish, hoping to stop her in time.

Although the resistance in this water was great, I had the spirit snake footwork as a base, but I was not limited much, and I rushed to the sarcophagus half a minute later.

Stopping the waist and hugging Zhao Qingya, who was reaching out to press on the top of the coffin, she hid into the distance, but the strange thing is that she did not resist as strongly as she imagined, but just sighed softly.

"Why did you stop me, I just wanted to open the coffin and let him breathe."

This tone and accent are obviously not Zhao Qingya's own, and the voice is a little vicissitudes.

After running a few more steps, this place was far away from the sarcophagus, and then Zhao Qingya was put down again, and at the same time, a palm slapped on her back, and the Zhiyang True Qi continued to flow in.

The woman groaned, her face turned from red to white, and after a while, she raised her head again, "Huh? How am I here? Oh, by the way, the monster carved on the surface of this sarcophagus seems to have blinked its eyes, I'm a little scared, you're here, it's quite timely, by the way, what about the head of the Tsing Yi Club just now, why didn't you see anyone? (To be continued.) )