Fu Heng's scolding below did not cause any waves in Lin Qian's mood, let alone any soft-heartedness.

Because Lin Qian knew that if Fu Heng's previous plan was successful, he was afraid that the means would be even dirtier.

The experience of being on Prison Island at the beginning has fully made Lin Qian understand that in this world, he can have good thoughts. However, when dealing with the enemy, we absolutely cannot tolerate the slightest kind thought.

As time went by, the sky had become darker and darker, and Lin Qian and the others on the top floor of the book pavilion. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

At this time, the so-called dead corpses are estimated to start moving.

"Be vigilant, this so-called dead body doesn't know where it came from. Lin Qian turned around and warned everyone, "Perhaps, in this library where we are, there will also be corpses that can move. ”

Lin Qian's words made everyone swallow their saliva, and they were careful about the situation around them.

At the top of this attic, Ye Xin leaned against Lin Qian without a trace.

Ye Xin's small action naturally couldn't hide from Lin Qian, making him smile quietly in his heart: "After all, it's still a girl." ”

Thinking in his heart, Lin Qian took the initiative to reach out and squeeze Ye Xin's weak and boneless little hand in the palm of his hand.

Ye Xin was originally afraid of this unknown dead corpse, but because of Lin Qian's sudden move, he felt a lot more relieved, and secretly looked up at the other party, just touching his eyes full of smiles.

Peeking at Ye Xin, who was discovered, her cheeks flushed, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

Lin Qian smiled, grabbed Ye Xin's little hand, and continued to look down.

The little scorching sun of the small world has disappeared, and the dusk has also passed, replaced by the bright moonlight, which illuminates the ruins.

With the help of the moonlight, Lin Qian clearly saw that the mist that had originally condensed in the area of the ruins suddenly took on a bunched form and gathered up.

Moreover, Lin Qian found that the direction in which these white mist converged was the scattered dead wood in this ruin.

There are also dead trees among the buildings that pass through the dead forest, which are much larger than the ones in the dead forest, but there are not many of them.

Now the white mist that shrouded this ruin like a thin veil actually gathered and seeped into these dead trees, as if it was sucked back by these dead trees.

Seeing this situation, Lin Qian suddenly realized.

It turns out that the formation of these dense fogs comes entirely from the bodies of these dead trees.

During the day, these dead trees will release these white mist, and when it is night, they will return the white mist to their bodies.

At this time, Lin Qian understood why the white mist in the dead forest was so thick, and in the scope of this ruin, if it was like nothing, it didn't have much impact at all.

It turned out that the source of these white fogs was these dead trees.

In the dead forest, there are many dead trees, so the white fog produced will be so thick. And in this land of ruins, the number of dead trees is scarce, and the white mist produced is naturally as if there is nothing.

Lin Qian saw this, and the others were not stupid people, so they could naturally see the reason.

"In this way, these dead trees look very similar to spirit trees, but they are diametrically opposed. After looking at it for a while, Ye Xin suddenly spoke.

Lin Qian and the others also nodded in understanding.

Spirit wood is a special tree cultivated by alchemists, which can absorb nutrients and emit aura under the stimulation of sunlight.

In the territory of the major forces in Linhai Prefecture, such spiritual trees will be planted.

Just like the dense forests in the Vientiane Sect's competition and disciples' residences, these spiritual trees are all planted, thus enhancing the richness of the spiritual energy of the sect's heaven and earth.

"If these dead trees themselves are spiritual trees, but after the great changes, they have become like this, and during the daytime, they originally produced spiritual energy, but now they produce these charming white mist of the mind. Suddenly, Lin Qian spoke.

Lin Qian's words shocked everyone, if this was really the case, then what happened to this ancient sect in the first place, would actually make the spirit tree turn into such a dead tree.

Just when they were in doubt, Fu Heng's side below began to move.

In the stunned eyes of Lin Qian and the others, they saw with their own eyes that the dead trees in these ruins suddenly trembled.

The earth on which the dead trees had taken root was surging, and suddenly a swarthy gap appeared.

A moment later, inside these swarthy holes, a miserable white hand suddenly stretched out, grabbing the edge of the cave, and the owner of the miserable white arm also climbed out of the hole.

The hole that emerged from under the dead tree looked like a human, but it wasn't.

These people who crawled out of the mouth of the cave were the so-called dead corpses, their skin was pale and unkempt, their eyes flickered with green flames, and their bodies were covered with tattered clothes.

From the bodies of these dead corpses, Lin Qian could only detect the ferocious anger, without the slightest hint of vitality, it was obviously the corpses that could move.

And what is extremely strange is that the bodies of these dead bodies did not decay at all, but the pale skin actually shone with a metallic luster under the moonlight.

"Lin Qian, let go of me, let go of me, otherwise I won't let you go!"

Lin Qian and the others in the book pavilion could see it clearly, but Fu Heng couldn't see it clearly.

Such a strange situation naturally made him yell in horror.

Lin Qian, who was on the top floor of the Library, looked at the situation through the window and nodded slightly: "As you wish." ”

As Lin Qian's words fell, he beckoned down at the window, and the golden rope loosened by itself, falling from Fu Heng's body to the ground.

"Shangyi's recovery pill gives me one. Lin Qian stretched out his hand to Lei Gan next to him and spoke.

Without thinking, Lei Gan took out a jade bottle and handed it to Lin Qian in front of him.

After Lin Qian poured out a pill from it, he gave it back to Lei Gan, and threw it at Fu Heng from the attic window with a smile: "This is Shangyi's pill, eat it." ”

Lin Qian's move made Ye Xin and the others stunned, and Ding Zhirong was even more puzzled: "Didn't you let him die, why did you let him return to him and give him the pill to recover?"

At this moment, Fu Heng, who was below him, after taking the pill, felt that everything in his body was rapidly recovering, and raised his head wildly and shouted at Lin Qian: "Lin Qian, are you confused......?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Heng smiled and armed the Yuan Weapon, looking at the dead corpse approaching him.

Lin Qian on the top floor of the Book Pavilion just smiled and pointed to Fu Heng below: "If you don't let him recover, how can you clearly know what the strength of these dead corpses is and what their characteristics are?"

"If you don't compare with this monster like you, Fu Heng's strength is second to none in the Nirvana Realm of Linhai Prefecture, I'm afraid that these seven or eight dead corpses may not be difficult to stop him, and will let him escape. Seeing that the soul power on Fu Heng's body continued to improve, Li Letian touched his chin and said.

Lin Qian shook his head: "He can't run, have you forgotten the dead woods?"

"The white fog of the dead woods at night has disappeared, it shouldn't be difficult to leave, right?" Wang Lanxin said.

"You have forgotten the fact that you have just seen it, and the dead woods at night are probably more terrible than during the day. Lin Qian smiled and spoke.

Lin Qian's words made everyone react.