It turned out that she had woken up when Ximen Jing was washing his face, and had been secretly observing his actions, and she didn't speak until this time.

Ximen Jing shook his head with a wry smile and said, "I can't do it, I accept my fate!"

Qin Yun'er shook the half-cut handcuffs on her hand and said, "It's broken, you still don't run?"

Ximen Jing rolled his eyes, pointed to the lake and said, "If you have the ability, you can swim over!"

Qin Yun'er sneered: "Hmph, if I drown, it is equivalent to extinguishing my mouth in disguise, isn't it, your conscience can also get by, good idea!"

At this point, Ximen Jing decided to tell her everything he could say, try to make her understand, and let himself go this time, so he said, "Do you want to hear a story?"

Qin Yun'er tilted her head, the ponytail slipped off her shoulders, and hung down on her back like a waterfall, putting on a deferential look.

Ximen Jing stood up, pointed to the pavilion and said, "Go over there, it's warmer, we have to wait for half a night!"

The moon has turned west, the snow is still heavy, and the wind is roaring. Ximen Jing put on rubber gloves, picked up the remaining bone needles on the ground, and explained: "There are often some students on this island, and I am afraid that they will step on them and get hurt. ”

"Unexpectedly, you are still a good person, hum!" Qin Yun'er was still sneering, but her tone was much more accommodating.

Several of these needles actually exuded subtle spiritual power fluctuations, and Ximen Jing was secretly happy in his heart, and he had found a treasure! In the record of the refining chapter of the "Records of the Spiritual Scholar", there is a passage in which the refining method of the meridian heart needle is used. Ordinary flying needles can only hurt the physical body, but this meridian heart needle is aimed at the spirit attack, hurting people invisibly.

Only a needle with a spirit body can communicate with the spirit of the spirit, and when practiced to the extreme, it can even kill people thousands of miles away.

Ximen Jing pulled out the needles on the ground and even the ghost boy's body, wrapped them in two gloves, and put them in his backpack, preparing to study them well when he returned home.

After dealing with the bone needle, Ximen Jing wanted to dig a deep pit on the spot and threw the dead ghost boy down and buried it. I accidentally found that there was a thread-bound book on the ground, and the old man and the thin and tall man attached great importance to this book at that time, and it must not be simple, so he quietly carried it in his arms.

Bury the ghost boy, the two walked into the snow pavilion, although the wind here is lighter, but it is still biting cold, the two sit on the railing, and they can't help but get close to each other.

On cold winter nights, relying on each other's body temperature is the only way for them to keep warm. It's like a fish that has dried up, looking forward to the flash floods, returning to the rivers and lakes, and then forgetting about each other in the rivers and lakes. They don't have a good impression of each other, but they are forced by the situation.

In the snowstorm, Ximen Jing made up a story. It is about a teenager who survived three plane crashes, but his parents and beloved girlfriend passed away forever. Later, the self-defeating teenager learns that these plane crashes turned out to be a conspiracy, so he is determined to find the murderer and avenge them.

"Wait, you're talking about the main character of the story, right?"

"Oh, no, it's down there!"

"Don't give me these sour words, can't you talk well, what I don't like about you the most is this son-in-law!"

"You love to watch it or not, I'm too lazy to talk about it!"

Neither of them is good-tempered, and they choked on fire in three or two sentences, and suddenly they were tense and wanted to do it.

"What's the noise, don't let the family sleep!" A little green snake came out of Ximen Jing's pocket and glared at the two of them with a fierce look.

Qin Yun'er was stunned for a while, pointed at the little snake, and stammered: "This, this is ventriloquism, right?"

The little green snake's eyes lit up, and he smiled evilly: "Ah, beauty, beauty, beauty must be warmer than a man......"

Ximen Jing pressed down the little green snake that wanted to jump out, and said, "Sleep well, don't scare people to death!"

The talking snake subverted Qin Yun'er's perception of the world, and the two ghost boys she met just now made her heart full of curiosity, and she asked in a different tone, "Can you tell me what is going on?"

Ximen Jing pondered for a moment, and selectively introduced all things animists and Xuanmen cultivators briefly, of course, he did not say anything about the secrets of the spirits.

As a modern person, Qin Yun'er couldn't accept these things for a while, and waited for a long time before digesting this information, she took a deep breath and said, "So, that Gao Yong is also from the Xuanmen?"

Ximen Jing nodded in confirmation, but she was also very curious about why she came to the island today, so she asked.

Qin Yun'er said how she came here. It turned out that she was shopping with a few police academy classmates and accidentally saw a man, very similar to the fugitive Gao Yong announced on the intranet. Several of them immediately followed separately, Gao Yong's anti-tracking ability was very strong, and he successfully got rid of most of them, and in the end, only Qin Yun'er tracked him to the island by himself.

"What crime did this Gao Yong commit?"

"He, hum, is a heinous crime, killing three women, and what's even more infuriating is that he doesn't kill people for money, and he doesn't rob sex, it's purely for the pleasure of killing, the means are cruel, and there is no humanity!"

Ximen Jing secretly thought to himself, this Gao Yong and that old man both belong to the same evil cultivation sect, and he kills people nine or eight times out of ten for cultivation or soul retrieval, but the police don't understand the mystery and mistakenly think that it is a pervert who kills people for pleasure. But no matter what, this kind of person deserves to die, and everyone will be punished!

"Move on to your story, I'm very interested in your world. ”

The deeper the night, the sharper the wind, and the colder it gets. For the sake of ease of movement, Ximen Jing didn't wear much, and at this time he also felt cold and biting, so he couldn't help but get closer to Qin Yun'er, he muttered: "There are some things that can be said, and some things you can't understand even if you say it, so I'll briefly introduce Xuanmen!"

I have only met with this policewoman a few times, and Ximen Jing will definitely not talk to her, but today is coming, and I have to gain her trust, otherwise this level will not pass, so he revealed some things that do not involve the secrets of the spirit priest and his own privacy.

Just this little bit of news made Qin Yun'er unable to listen to it, and thanks to the talking snake she saw with her own eyes just now and the two evil and terrifying ghost boys, otherwise she would not believe that what Ximen Jing said was true.

"No wonder there are many cases that can't be solved and are treated as unsolved cases, it turns out that there are really supernatural powers! Why, your family, girlfriend and those passengers were all killed by those evil cultivators?"

Ximen Jing nodded, sighed deeply, and looked up at the hazy moon shadow in the dark clouds, his expression gloomy.

"I'm sorry, I made you sad, I, I can't say it, and I can't comfort people, so I often offend people, you, don't cry, okay!"

Ximen Jing was almost amused by this sentence, and said in his heart I am not a three-year-old child, and I still want you to coax me. Wang Shan is right, this girl is very kind and too naïve.