Chapter 122: Two Plans

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When the voice was about to boil, the voice of the woman came out again, still the woman's voice, but the voice was very tired, as if the suppression of those roars had exhausted the strength of her whole body. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"How do you prove he's dead?"

Xia He pursed his lips and didn't say anything, he didn't think that he could persuade a person who was unwilling to accept reality to accept reality, and he didn't need to prove whether a person was dead or not.

To be dead is to be dead.

The soul was scattered, the body turned into a piece of loess in the wasteland, the clothes of the person were still buried in the mound, and the mourning hall at home had the first spiritual position card. These are the only things that can be seen after a person dies.

But those Xia He can't be brought, whether the current Xia Cheng is still there, whether the original Xia Family Spirit Hall is still quietly burning incense, even he doesn't know these, not to mention whether a certain spiritual position in the Xia Family Spirit Hall in Xia City is dead or alive.

Of course, the rumors in the world are sometimes the truth, but how can these imprisoned souls know the news from the outside.

Xia He is a genius, but a genius is not omnipotent, at least, a genius has no way to predict his own life and death.

So he didn't know if these ancient souls that had been handed down for a hundred years in front of him were a blessing or a curse for him.

The woman didn't know that Xia He was secretly speculating about the relationship between them, but she didn't speak again, the red mist was still changing shapes, changing figures, but there was no sound of speaking, and those roars seemed to have disappeared.

Everything in the red mist seems to have been accepted, or just known that the boss they respect has been dead for a long time, and is slowly digesting.

There was no sound in the white space.

Xia He's eyes were still staring at the red mist, as if he was carefully looking at what the red mist was, whether it was a real mist, or countless flowers, or ......

What Xia He didn't know was that while he was staring at the red mist carefully, a certain soul in the red mist and a fish hidden somewhere were also staring at him carefully.

The souls in the red mist don't have eyes, but they still know how to "see", because they are souls themselves, and souls are divine souls, and for those advanced cultivators, divine souls can also see people, even more carefully than simply looking and staring with their eyes.

There happened to be some cultivators among the souls, and one of the cultivators happened to be very profound, so compared to Xia He's simple use of eyes, that person looked more carefully.

He looked very closely, and he found some of the expressions engraved in the blood from Xia He's face, that is, some characteristics that were extremely similar to their boss.

In the end, the perception of the person in the soul stayed on Xia He's eyes.

In a sense, this perception collides with Xia He's gaze as a kind of staring.

Finally, Xia He saw what he wanted to see, and the master of perception in the soul also "saw" what he wanted to see.

He had seen those eyes, he had seen them a hundred years ago, and after that general had fought a good battle, when that general who was good but not easily drunk drank a good wine for a minute, he would have those eyes.

He finally really determined the identity of the young man in front of him, and he was naturally the descendant of the Xia family.

He was also finally sure that the eldest brother was really gone, and the young man in front of him didn't need or reason to lie to them.

As for what Xia He knew from the "eyes" of that group of souls, only he knew.

In short, after Xia He knew what he wanted to know, he just smiled, and the smile was mixed with his polite smile, and no one noticed it, and no one noticed.

Hidden in the shadows are always covered with black rust spots.

The owner of the flower family is like this, and so is the one-eyed fish in the shadows.

And now the black mist deep in Xia He's eyes is also like this.

Since it is hidden in the depths, there is naturally no way for people to easily see it.

Especially for this group of souls who have no eyes and can only mourn, they finally thought of something after worrying about their eldest brother.

"Is the second brother still there?" finally the poor scholar who thought he could see everything spoke again.

Of course, Xia He knew that the second brother in their mouths was not only the flower general who was often by General Xia's side, but he also knew the whereabouts of that flower general, from the mouth of the owner of the flower family, from the books at home.

But at this time, he deliberately asked in surprise.

"Second brother?"

"It's the General Hua next to General Xia, he said that he wanted to help us ask the eldest brother well, ask him why he ......"

When the voice sounded again, it was Xia He's faintly heard voice in his sleep, like a doll, and the words he said were like an ignorant little doll, still thinking about an agreement made a hundred years ago.

It's still an insignificant agreement in a conspiracy, and now it hasn't been discovered that it's just a conspiracy It's just a porcelain-like man, and the other two must have guessed something, and it's enough to break a conspiracy in a hundred years.

Moreover, the conspiracy laid out by General Hua a hundred years ago already had many loopholes, and a hundred years later, those loopholes naturally have no way to hide General Hua's ambitions.

When those ambitions and conspiracies are exposed, no saint can face the people who want to kill him peacefully.

Therefore, before the porcelain voice finished speaking, the poor scholar interrupted him.

"Is he still alive?"

In fact, apart from the porcelain voice and porcelain child, the other two people in the red mist didn't know what answer they wanted to hear.

So after they asked that question, they didn't speak again, just waiting for Xia He's answer.

Xia He didn't answer immediately, he still looked at the red mist in front of him, as if he was smiling, he hadn't seen that scene before, only Yin Huai had watched the scene carefully directed by General Hua in its entirety, but he knew that these General Xia's cronies in front of him definitely didn't die naturally, although he didn't know how General Hua made these cronies willing to stay in the Hua family, but he knew very well that they must have died because of General Hua.

He also knew very well that the other two souls in the red mist also knew.

He watched it for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and the result of thinking about it for a long time was that he said a word, a sentence that was not true.

"He's alive. ”

This is something that has been thought about for a long time before it is said, and it is precisely because I have thought about it for a long time that this sentence is very credible, because those who think about it may be because of scruples.

But after thinking about it for a long time, what I thought about might be something else.

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Good luck to you.