Seeing that Hao Yan'er seemed to have a slight impression of herself, Qu Wuming couldn't help but be overjoyed, and nodded busily and said, "Well, I'm Qu Wuming!" Do you remember me? Your senior sister Han Ling'er is one of my confidantes. ”

Hao Yan'er showed a trace of confusion in her eyes, and she was silent for a moment before muttering, "Qu Wuming? I don't know you...... Who is Han Ling'er? ”

"Hao Yan'er, don't you remember Han Ling'er?" Qu Wuming's heart sank, squatted down and continued to ask, "She, like you, is a disciple of Peach Blossom Valley." The two of you had the best relationship. ”

As he spoke, Qu Wuming's heart moved, he raised his finger and swiped in the air, and a light curtain the size of a foot immediately appeared, first there was only a piece of white light circulating in it, and then projected the scene of Han Ling'er and Hao Yan'er talking and laughing in Qu Wuming's memory.

Hao Yan'er stared at the light curtain for a long time with some curiosity, then smiled stupidly, clapped her palms and said, "This trick is so interesting, these two young ladies in it are so beautiful!" What are they laughing at? Why is there no sound? ”

Qu Wuming still didn't give up, and pointed to the two people in the light curtain and introduced: "She is Han Ling'er, this is you!" ”

"Her name is Han Ling'er......" Hao Yan'er repeated staring at the image of the two, "She is 'me', so who am I?" ”

"You are Hao Yan'er, Hao Yan'er is you!"

"I'm Hao Yan'er, Hao Yan'er is my ......" Hao Yan'er seemed to understand, nodded dumbly, took her eyes away from the light curtain, fell on Qu Wuming's face, blinked her eyes and asked, "Uncle, who are you?" We seem to have seen ...... somewhere."

Looking at Hao Yan'er's dull eyes, the glimmer of hope that had just risen in Qu Wuming's heart gradually extinguished, and the infinite sadness and the memory of Han Ling'er came to his heart, making Qu Wuming's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

"Uncle, why are you crying? Don't you know who you are anymore? Hao Yan'er blinked, as if she was a little puzzled, "I don't know who I am, but I didn't cry." ”

Qu Wuming took a deep breath and said softly to Hao Yan'er: "You are a strong girl, awesome!" I want to touch your head, it might hurt a little, can you let me touch it quietly, just for a while, okay? ”

"Well, you touch it." Hao Yan'er nodded, and a trace of fear seemed to suddenly swell up in her blank eyes, "There is also an uncle who often touches me and beats me...... But he never asked my ...... Uncle, don't hit me, I'm very well-behaved......"

"Well, I don't hit you, I don't hit you!" Qu Wuming's left fist hidden in the sleeve of his robe had already clenched his fist at this time, and he wanted to revive Xing Xin and beat him again, but his right hand was gently and gently placed on the top of Hao Yan'er's head, "You relax, close your eyes and don't think about anything......"

Hao Yan'er closed her eyes obediently, only to feel that the broad palm on the top of her head was warm and seemed to be very safe, and then, as if something had passed out of that palm, it suddenly got into her head, a little tingling, a little dizzy......

Qu Wuming's divine consciousness power gently broke into Hao Yan'er's sea of consciousness, and without harming Hao Yan'er as much as possible, he used the method of soul searching to check Hao Yan'er's memory.

He wanted to find out Hao Yan'er's past experience, to know why she was imprisoned here by Xing Xin, and what happened to her......

However, after a moment, Qu Wuming silently removed his palm.

The left fist was already in the sleeve of his shirt, and it was a little white from being clenched too hard......

I don't know how much hatred Xing Xin has for Hao Yan'er, and she actually destroyed Hao Yan'er's knowledge and memory to pieces, so damaged that Qu Wuming didn't even dare to continue to investigate deeply, for fear that if there was a little bit of damage, Hao Yan'er's knowledge would completely collapse.

Qu Wuming withdrew his hand, but Hao Yan'er still obediently closed her beautiful eyes and never opened them.

Looking at this "old man" who had no deep friendship, Qu Wuming didn't know what to do for a while.

Judging from the situation he had just investigated, Hao Yan'er was now nowhere to be found, and although she had mana in her body, she was only equivalent to a cultivator at the fourth level of the Qi Refining Period. But her Zhihai's injury is too serious, I am afraid that there is no possibility of repair, even if there is still some mana in her body, there is no chance to continue her cultivation.

In her state, if she can keep her consciousness from deteriorating and someone is always on her side to take care of her, she should be able to live for more than a hundred years. But unless a miracle is encountered, I am afraid that Hao Yan'er will never come back.

But a woman in such a situation, put in any sect, I am afraid that she will not be well taken care of, let alone more than 100 years, which sect will take good care of a stupid and crazy waste person for more than 100 years? Even though someone will take care of her food at first, one day people will lose patience and forget her in the corner, and eventually die a lonely and miserable death.

Even in the sect where she was born, Peach Blossom Valley, there would be no exceptions.

Maybe death is the best relief for her.

But if you really don't care about her, let her then collapse with this space in this purple mansion space, and the fragrance disappears, Qu Wuming is really unbearable.

After all, she is Han Linger's younger sister.

"It's okay......" Qu Wuming thought for a moment, and finally couldn't give up, "Take her back first, and when you return to the Eastern Regions Continent, ask Han Tian to help see if you can cure her, if there is no way, let her spend the rest of her life in the Lin Family's Peacehouse......"

Qu Wuming raised his hand a little, and a golden light shot out from his fingertips, and with a few bangs, he cut off all the chains that bound Hao Yan'er, Qu Siqiu flew out of his eyebrows, gently picked up Hao Yan'er, and then turned into a ray of light and flew into Qu Wuming's purple mansion space.

After setting up Hao Yan'er, Qu Wuming walked in the direction of other caves on the side.

Walking all the way, looking all the way, Qu Wuming's frowning brows have never stretched.

About half an hour later, Qu Wuming took a look at all the caves where living beings were imprisoned.

In these caves, there are almost all kinds of cultivators, men, women, and children. And not all of them are cultivators, many of them are demon clans, or powerful demon beasts that have not been transformed, and even some treasures with instrument spirits.

But without exception, all the living things that were imprisoned were all like Hao Yan'er and the crazy man, either delirious and crazy, or they had lost their memories and were confused.

Each prisoner was bound and sealed by several chains, some of them occasionally instinctively struggled and resisted, and some had long since lost the consciousness of resistance.

Some may have been imprisoned long enough, and even a pair of bone-like skins remained, but they were still not released by Xing Xin.

Even the chains in some of the caves were still trying to squeeze spiritual power out of the bones inside.

Qu Wuming quickly thought of the powerful ghost creatures that Xing Xin had released to fight against the ghost servant cultivators.

Yes, there are many ghost monks in the Eastern Regions Continent, but most of them use the summoning technique to summon powerful ghosts to descend projections or clones to help them fight, and some of them have refined the soul or body of a living person and transformed it into a slave-like ghost, without any independent consciousness, and only know how to obey the orders of their masters.

And Xing Xin was able to summon so many ghosts casually, obviously not the former.

The destruction and destruction of these people's sea of divine consciousness by him may only be one of the reasons, but it is more likely that their souls are already incomplete—the missing part should have been extracted by Xing Xin and refined into ghosts, which is why they have become in this state of confusion and madness.

Thinking of this, Qu Wuming couldn't help but slowly speed up his pace, it turned out that every time he stayed in this space, Qu Wuming felt inexplicably angry, and this anger was gradually becoming more difficult to suppress.

Qu Wuming regretted it very much at this time, why did he let Xing Xin die so happily? Why didn't he come back to life, and then find a way to let him taste the pain of these people he had imprisoned?

It's a pity that the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to pull Xing Xin back from the Netherworld to torture again.

I had to finish what I had to do as soon as possible, and then let these poor people and demons dissipate into this world along with the sinful land of Xing Xinzifu Space, which could be regarded as giving them a final relief.

When Qu Wuming landed in a huge treasure house-like cave, he finally saw the wealth Xing Xin had accumulated over the years, and what he had stolen from the ghost servant village.

The cave is a hundred feet in circumference, like a circular auditorium. On the stone wall, there are also hundreds of large and small luminous beads, illuminating the entire cave as if it were day.

The caves where Xing Xin was imprisoning people outside seemed to be a little chaotic, even disorganized and chaotic, but in this cave where the treasure was hidden, it was a different scene.

In different parts of the cave, shelves of different heights and sizes are neatly arranged, and long tables are neatly placed, and things are different in each area.

On the left hand side of the entrance of the cave, pieces of high-grade spirit stones were neatly stacked aside, piled up in the shape of cubes, and at a cursory glance, it was about a pile of 10,000 high-grade spirit stones, one pile after another, extending far into it.

Next to the Lingshi area, there are neat rows of shelves, and the shelves are full of uniform style storage rings. The storage rings are neatly arranged in rows, and above each row or several rows of storage rings, there are also delicate bronze medals with the names of various refining materials, ores, metals, etc., written on them.

Next to the material area, there are dozens of rosewood Bogu shelves, on which are placed all kinds of cultural antiques, ancient books, Qu Wuming glanced at it, and found that most of the things on it are not magic weapons, magic weapons, and even have nothing to do with mana, it is really those antique things that ordinary people like to collect.

Next to these antique areas are a series of more than a dozen strangely shaped shelves, like dry trees, and the fine branches are covered with all kinds of exquisite jewelry used by women......

Qu Wuming's gaze swept over the messy shelves, and landed on a long stone platform not far away.

Above the stone platform, there is a huge sarcophagus with a dark body and a shiny luster......