Linghua looked around, and the absent-minded rationalists didn't pay much attention to it, and she hurriedly pulled An Huai into the house.

"Anhuai, how did you come here during the day?" Linghua was pleasantly surprised, and there was a hint of warmth on his face.

"The messengers locked us in the house and went back to their homes for safety, with only a few men guarding outside."

He said with a sneer and bitterness on his face, "All the people in my courtyard are dead, and I am the only one left, so naturally I can do whatever I want."

Linghua's joy vanished for a while, but An Huai laughed: "It's a blessing for you and me to be alive to see each other, don't be sad."

He relaxed and took off his cloak and mask and threw them on the table, looking back at the sleeping Henggu.

"What's wrong with this kid? Why do you sleep so heavily during the day?" He stepped forward and patted Henggu on the cheek, "Get up!"

Henggu just frowned and didn't wake up.

Linghua also collected her sadness, stopped An Huai, and complained, "What is your fake death medicine? Why does Dr. Cao say that it is a poison? Henggu ate a coma, vomited blood, and had a high fever, is there anything wrong with the medicine?"

An Huai was taken aback, stepped forward to open Henggu's eyelids and looked at it in a matter-of-fact manner, frowning in wonder: "It stands to reason that this can't be like this, this medicine of fake death is indeed poison, and if you eat it, you will have a temporary shock appearance."

I've eaten it once, but I'm just breathing very lightly and falling into a coma, and after twelve hours I'll wake up on my own, and nothing else."

"So what's going on with the Eternal Ancients? He had inhaled half of the spiritual energy of a high-grade spirit stone last night, and he had slept for a day and a night." Linghua touched Henggu's forehead, but he didn't have a fever.

An Huai touched his chin and pondered, "I heard that he was born with a divine bone, and his physique is different from that of ordinary demons?"

"Yes, Heng Gu was born with a Divine Bone Immortal Ge, and he was enlightened early, if he practiced diligently, he could rank in the Immortal Class." Linghua lowered his eyes, "But he accompanied me to find the mirror, delaying his life."

An Huai laughed and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, how do you know if he is not enjoying it."

He looked at Linghua's unsmiling face, coughed and put away his smile: "In my opinion, Henggu fell asleep and vomited blood after being poisoned, and it was his body that rejected the poison. It may be that the divine bones are protecting him and trying to force the poison away, but his strength is not strong enough to force the poison out completely.

Half of the poison is spit out, and half of it remains in the body, and the body is naturally not adaptable to it. This, combined with the residual toxicity, causes this awkward symptom."

"As for now...... An Huai looked at Heng Gu's serene and comfortable face, "He may be recovering."

"I also thought that he was recovering from sleeping, but he didn't wake up for two days, I'm really worried about ......" Linghua stopped talking.

"What's the concern? After recovery, I will naturally wake up. He has inhaled so much spiritual energy, naturally he will not exhale it, these spiritual qi will run and rotate in his body, making up for the recent losses, maybe his cultivation will be improved."

After An Huai finished speaking, he almost didn't breathe, he took two or three deep breaths, and coughed on his chest.

Linghua noticed that his face was not very good at this time, and his body had lost a lot of weight, and he was concerned, "What's wrong with you? Has blood been taken as well?"

"You think of me, and you thought you cared about your little Henggu."

An Huai depressedly took out a fan to fan the wind: "Who says it's not. I was supposed to be just a contemplator, but now I am a soul in the world......

He touched his arm rather distressedly: "I put a small bowl of blood every five days, and there are cuts and holes in my wrists and arms.

Now I must not be as strong as before, but the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and your plan Zhuo Zhuo has told me, and you can still help."

Linghua's heart was touched, this is a friend, this is courage. Although he is scarred, he still has the determination to help his friends fight.

She took out the spirit stone and handed it to An Huai: "If you want to use it, you don't have to be polite."

An Huai pushed back: "Leave it to your Henggu."

Linghua blushed a little for some reason, and she brushed the ends of her hair on her chest: "He is his own, how did he become mine......

An Huai peeked at Heng Gu and saw that he was still asleep, so he said honestly, "He almost tied you up......

Linghua was excited, and hurriedly cut off the conversation: "Speaking of which, is there any news from Zhuo Zhuo's side? How did he consult with you?"

An Huai glanced at Linghua speechlessly, sat down and cleared his throat: "Zhuo Zhuo only said that this place will be blown up on the second day of the seventh month, let us go and release the locked people on the night of the first day of the new year, and go out in batches through the tunnel."

"It's also a feasible approach, but I don't know what the dynamics of the relationship are, and whether it will catch us all." Linghua sighed, "This place is completely different from what I imagined, much more complicated."

An Huai also felt the same way, and he turned around and asked, "Linghua, do you know where this is?"

"Why do you ask?" Linghua wondered, "Isn't this Jieping Town?"

An Huai shook his head thoughtfully: "Here it is, and it's not."

"What do you mean by that?" Linghua sat across from him, quite serious.

"There's a Phantom Pavilion here, and there's a formation in the Phantom Pavilion, right?" An Huai's fingertips drew a circle on the table.

"Yes."

"Listen to Zhuo Zhuo, you saw the things in the formation, but you came back safely, can it be a fact?"

"Yes." Linghua urged impatiently, "Time is urgent, don't sell it."

An Huai wiped the circle off the table with his fingertips, and his voice tightened: "Have you ever thought about why the phantom array was not triggered when you were obviously in the formation?"

Linghua was stunned by the question.

She and Henggu successfully saw the secret of Jieping Town, and successfully escaped from the wooden building, everything was so smooth that such a critical issue was ignored.

The phantom array was there, but whether the phantom array had been turned on or not, she didn't go out of her way to check it in a hurry. Maybe you can successfully get out of the wooden building, and the phantom array will not be activated.

She replied, "We didn't get into the key point of the Phantom Array, so we must have not activated."

An Huai put the fan on the table, his expression had never been so solemn: "I took advantage of the chaos of the past few days to put a leaf in the Phantom Pavilion, although the leaf was shattered by the surging spiritual power in a short time, but I also probed this phantom array."

He paused for a moment and said, "It's on."

Linghua's eyes widened, "How is this possible? I didn't sense the fluctuations of the phantom array in the slightest, when was it opened?"

An Huai pondered, "I'm not sure when it opened, but I found the eye of the phantom array.

This array is very secretive, hidden among the many bookshelves. In the deepest part of the space, there is a Bogu shelf with many books on the shelf, and a bronze tiger statue.

This tiger statue has been nourished by spiritual power, and has become a spiritual artifact, multiplying the power of the phantom array."

Linghua recalled that day, in order not to trigger the phantom array, they only observed on the periphery of the bookshelf, and did not go into the towering shelves to investigate, no wonder they didn't see the array eye.

But even so, why didn't the Phantom Array, which was so grandly arranged, not have the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power? Was she suppressed the senses, or was the illusion array activated from the moment they entered the wooden building?

Linghua is unknown.

Seeing her concern, An Huai picked up a fan to fan her against the rare cool breeze in the desert.

"There are many types of illusions, some of which cause illusions, some of which create illusions that seem real, and some of which are just to protect the mystery of the treasure.

Maybe this phantom array is just to protect the secrets hidden in the Phantom Pavilion, so don't worry too much."

Linghua couldn't believe it, she looked at her surroundings with suspicion, knocked on the table and stomped on the ground.

"What are you doing?" An Huai put down the fan and went to give Linghua a pulse, "Although the situation is a little more difficult now, I won't give up on myself like this, right?"

Linghua put An Huai's hand aside, opened his mouth and stopped talking.

An Huai saw that she clearly had something to say, and returned what Linghua said to her: "Time is limited, don't sell it."

She seemed speechless and incredulous, "I think this is the illusion created by the phantom array."

"What?

An Huai was taken aback, "You say that hundreds of people here are fake? This is impossible, how can an illusion speak to us?"

Linghua frowned and lowered his head: "This is also what I can't figure out. However, everything we see at the moment, not necessarily true, this is certain.

The information I know so far is through the dictation of others, or the fact that I have seen the history of others in the places where they have created them.

Regarding the oral narrative, I mainly rely on Zhuo Zhuo, the brother and sister of He Nian and He Yue between the new two. But I've recently discovered that not all of Zhuo's words are true."

An Huai blinked blankly: "Zhuo Zhuo deceived you?"

"Nope." Linghua's gaze looked out, as if he had seen the pool of blood on Jiao Lu through the door.

"He's a trustworthy man, but maybe there's something he doesn't know, so our knowledge of this place is limited," she said.

"There are deeper secrets than Zhuo Zhuo, waiting for us to find out." Linghua's eyes regained their brightness, "What is true and what is false, wait for us to find out."

An Huai was speechless for a long time, and after a while, he asked, "Do you want to continue your plan to save people?"

"This is exactly what I want to say to Zhuo Zhuo, this situation is not suitable for saving people, do you have a way to contact him?"

An Huai was nodding his head, and a groan behind him interrupted what he was about to say.

Linghua probed through An Huai's figure and saw Henggu stretching his waist, rubbing his eyes and sitting up, looking around as if he was foggy.

"Henggu, are you awake?" Linghua hurriedly got up and walked to the side of the bed and stroked Shang Henggu's forehead.

The young man's forehead was sweating, and a few locks of black hair stuck to his face, and Linghua gently brushed the broken hair away to look at his face.

"What's wrong?" She touched Henggu's face.

Henggu stretched out his hand from the quilt and wiped the sweat on his face, and smiled at her, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

An Huai pulled his head out from behind Linghua: "Do you feel that the spiritual energy in your body is wandering, and the spiritual platform is clear?"

Heng Gu was startled when he saw An Huai, he first responded, "That's true", and then took Linghua's hand and put it on his forehead.

"It's just a little dizzy."

The young man looked at Linghua with innocent eyes, pursed his lips and said in a glutinous voice: "Why did I get to bed?"

Linghua's thumb rubbed his forehead: "I saw that you were uncomfortable lying on the table, so I moved you to the bed."

"Hmm......" Henggu closed his eyes and felt the temperature of Linghua's fingers, and put his hand on her hand, his nasal voice lazy, "It's so comfortable......

Linghua was about to say something more, but An Huai shook off the folding fan and teased: "Don't be coquettish, you've slept too much, just get up and take a walk."

Heng Gu opened his eyes and glared at An Huai angrily: "You ......"

He suddenly noticed that An Huai had lost a lot of weight, and then he restrained his angry look, and asked with a bitter face at the corners of his mouth, "Why did you lose weight like this?" The skeletons are fatter than you."

An Huai smiled casually: "It's okay, go out and make up for the delicacies of the mountains and seas, and the delicacies."

Heng Gu shook his head and instructed, "A person who is extremely hungry can't eat Haisai nonsense, but must be light and slowly raised, which is what my aunt taught me."

An Huai was stunned when he heard Henggu mention his mother, and his face was full of smiles: "I know."

It was getting late, and the managers who distributed the meals would open the locked doors one after another, and An Huai was afraid that his sneaking away would be revealed, so he hurriedly instructed Henggu.

"Presumably it was the poison and blood extraction that caused your body to be wounded one after another, which stimulated the instinct of the divine bone protector. Tonight, you can breathe well, digest and absorb the aura you inhale, and you will recover."

Heng Gu knew that An Huai's method must be useful, so he propped himself up and nodded repeatedly: "I will."

An Huai turned around and gave Linghua a withered yellow eucalyptus leaf: "If you have something, use this to find me."

Without waiting for Linghua to say anything, he put on his cloak and face towel and hurriedly walked out.