After Han Bing fell asleep again, Xia Wanqi walked out of the room. On the backs of her two hands, there were red marks, which were caused by Han Bing's grasp in a daze. A hint of blush appeared on her face.

With a few days to go until the auction, she had to make some preparations. There is a good chance that something unexpected will come up at the auction floor, and she has decided to bring a few close friends with her.

Han Bing lay on the bed, and time passed quietly. At one moment, his eyebrows fluctuated, and this fluctuation looked rather strange. After a few moments, a pale cloud of smoke slowly emanated from the center of the eyebrows, this smoke was only a trace at first, but as time passed, more and more smoke poured out.

After a pillar of incense, the smoke seemed to be very large, taking up almost the entire room, and then began to condense. The smoke gradually converged, and eventually, the smoke became much denser, but it still had no fixed shape, but continued to wriggle endlessly.

Occasionally, in the wriggling smoke light cluster, a vague human face would briefly appear, and this face was none other than Han Bing's face. There was even a muffled wail.

On top of the bed, Han Bing's body became extremely cold with the separation of the cigarette, as if he had no breath at all.

The door to the room was closed, and the smoke floated up and down the room for a long time before suddenly disappearing into a corner of the wall.

It was nighttime, and the entire Cloud Peak, except for a few dim lights, was in deathly darkness everywhere.

This smoke light cluster is the ice soul in Han Bing's body.

The smoke swriggled and swept towards a lighted place at great speed. There, there was a small attic, and two figures were reflected in the light.

When it was close, from the reflection of the light, Han Bing's blurry face reappeared, and at this moment, it could be seen clearly, that face obviously had an extremely painful color.

"Ahh The smoke light did not stop at all, and instantly rushed into the attic, enveloping a person with lightning speed, and the person only had time to let out a miserable scream before he was completely wrapped in the smoke light. Inside the light cluster, there is a clear chewing sound.

The other monk who was with the man, apparently had never seen such a terrifying phenomenon, was stunned for a moment and did not know what to do, until after a few breaths, when he saw that his companion had completely lost his breath, he woke up like a dream, screamed, fled out of the attic, turned into Changhong, and left as fast as he could.

The Ice Soul didn't care about this person's departure, and it would take about half a pillar of incense to digest a Soul Void Monk. It's just hungry and thirsty for too long.

A long alarm roar sounded in the night sky, and the next moment, the entire Cloud Mist Sect was lively, and countless monks poured in from everywhere. At the head was the sect master of the Cloud Mist Sect, and beside him, the various elders also arrived. Xia Wanqi is also among them.

"What happened?" someone asked.

"I—all I saw was a cloud of cigarette, and it devoured Senior Brother! right there—" The disciple who had survived the death trembled, his voice trembling, pointing in the direction of the attic.

There was an uproar in the crowd, and it was obvious that this statement was too absurd to be believed.

"Don't make noise, everyone. Sect Master Li Yunshan was obviously calmer, forcibly suppressed the noise, took the first step, and flew in the direction of the attic, behind him, everyone hurriedly followed.

After a while, Li Yunshan's body in flight suddenly froze, and his face showed a look of horror, he had already discovered that in the attic, there was indeed a terrifying smoke-like soul body, and the breath was extremely weird, with his own soul cultivation in the late stage of the Great Perfection, when facing this soul body, there was an extremely strong sense of life and death crisis.

The ice soul did not pay attention to the people in the air, but absorbed and refined the remnants of the monk on its own, and the sound of chewing clearly reached the ears of Li Yunshan and the others.

"It's-"

"What is this?"

"Where did it come from?"

"Oh my!"

In the crowd, there was a gasp. Everyone was dumbfounded, only Xia Wanqi, who stared at the soul body tightly, with doubts in her eyes.