Between the gradually sparse trees, one black and one white, two figures in front and one behind walked unhurriedly in one direction, the figure in front was wandering, and the image of the person in the back was a quail shrunk like a thick stack of golden rune paper in his hand.

Suddenly, the black-clothed figure that was walking leisurely disappeared in place, and then a silver-white sword light flashed, piercing straight into the dirt where he was before.

A pair of large pitch-black hands with the width of a man stabbed out of the dirt and grabbed at the place where the black-clothed figure had been before, as if if he was caught, he would be torn in half in the next moment.

However, faster than the big black hand was the silver sword light, and before the big hands could hold it, the "Mid-Autumn Festival" flying sword had already pierced the head of the "secret puppet", and the silver-white fine sword burst out, stirring everything in that head into a mess.

Then the big black hands began to "melt" almost at the same time as the head was stirred, turning into a pitch-black viscous liquid that melted into the dirt as if it had never existed.

Jia Xianren looked at the two thigh-thick holes on the ground in front of him a little numbly, and did not shout, but just took out another one from the thick stack of rune paper he was holding in his hand, pressed it on his body, and then continued to follow Xun Ming, who had reappeared in front of him, and continued to walk forward.

At first, Jia Xianren was still so frightened that his face was covered with cold sweat, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't walk, but after doing so more than ten times, he gradually became numb.

After seeing the big rough hands, Xun Ming's brows jumped slightly, and a little surprise came to his heart for a while.

According to his previous test, the secret puppets who attacked were all "females", but this time the secret puppets were obviously a little different from "females".

After thinking about it, Xun Ming, who was still a little uncertain, took out the snow-white booklet again, tried to draw a stroke on the page, and unsurprisingly got a negative answer.

After recalling and comparing the speed of the disappearance of the previous "secret couple" after "death", it was estimated that he was about to arrive at the monster's lair, Xun Ming looked at Jia Xianren, who was already densely pasted with a lot of rune paper on his body, and faintly felt that it was not enough.

So he twisted his left hand, first pinched out a silver-white metal ball, and then thought that it didn't feel right, and then replaced it with a bronze mirror with a diamond-shaped through hole in the middle, and handed it to Jia Xianren.

"Put this under the clothes on your chest, and if there is any danger at that time, take two pieces of talisman paper and stick them on the mirror."

Xun Ming thought about it for a while, and added another sentence:

"If it's dangerous, just run to death if I let you hear me, and then just shoot those runes or something on yourself, don't feel distressed at all, the world is the biggest dog, do you hear?"

Listening to Xun Ming's constant instructions like an old mother, Jia Xianren felt a warmth in his chest slowly flowing while being more worried, making him feel that his mind was unconsciously calming down a little.

However, this warmth was soon replaced by the coldness of the bronze mirror, and Jia Xianren, who felt that his heart suddenly became extremely cold, shivered unconsciously, and then saw Xun Ming, who was so speechless that he covered his face.

"You don't have to put ...... close to you"

"O'O."

……

In the next part of the road, there was no longer an attack by the black corpse secret puppet, which made Xun Ming feel a little pity and gradually increased his vigilance.

This means that they are very close to their destination.

The final silence was followed by the madness and destruction of the storm.

As they advanced, the trees around them began to thin out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Xun Ming, who was walking in front, seemed to have a spiritual move, and then they saw that the space not far ahead seemed to be covered by a layer of colored mucosa.

The colored "mucous membranes" seemed to be blown by a breeze and began to ripple faintly.

The faint fluctuations twisted rapidly in the continuous superposition, and finally cracked a crack in the middle as if it had been torn apart by a pair of invisible claws, allowing one person to pass through.

Through that crack, Xun Ming saw a door with vermilion paint aging and peeling.

As if feeling Xun Ming's gaze, the vermilion painted dim gate opened in half after a "squeak", revealing the spacious courtyard behind it.

Empty.

Xun Ming chuckled silently, and said as if teasing:

"Heh, we're so welcome?"

Then he walked towards the crack very naturally, and under a pair of high-fingered sword eyebrows, there was an obvious laziness in those dark eyes.

Without waiting for Xun Ming to remind him, Jia Xianren behind him consciously kept up with his pace, and at the same time quietly pinched the silver metal ball on his left hand that had been wrapped in sweat, but there was an indifferent expression on his face, as if he had no fear at all.

Before that, Xun Ming quietly explained to Jia Xianren, so that he could keep a natural "superior demeanor", and at the same time, the "Crescent Moon Flowing Cloud Armor" that he put away before was handed over to him.

In Xun Ming's words, even monsters also have some brains, and they like to pick soft persimmons the most.

But the kind of old and refined ones like to pick the ones that seem to be the most sharp on the surface.

Because this kind of chick is either a young child who has just entered the rivers and lakes, or it is simply a brain disease.

Either way, these two are perfect targets for attack, and they are the most suitable for playing momentum.

Think about it, if the most powerful looking person in a group was torn in two at once, what kind of mental activity would the rest of the people be?

Listening to Xun Ming's words, Jia Xianren was slightly stunned at first, and then he was shocked, and then he dive into two things along the way.

One is how to better disguise it as a successful garlic, and the other is how to put a talisman on the body faster and more accurately.

It's a matter of life and death!

I don't know if it's really sincerity, or Jia Xianren's talent is really moving, at this moment, when they walked towards the crack in the film one after the other, Jia Xianren's face was no longer roughly weak, and there was even a shallow unique charm faintly appearing between his eyebrows.

glanced at Jia Xianren, who had a faint "master's demeanor", Xun Ming, who had disdain and contempt on his face, sighed quietly in his heart, and then stepped through the film, and in a flash, he came to the door where the vermilion paint was withered and dim.

What no one noticed was that a small snow-white sword flashed away and slipped into the inside pocket of the scholar's sleeve.