When everyone was discussing whether he was still alive, Jiang Quinoa finally came to the end of the flower field.

She didn't know how much time she had spent, but she tried to resist the temptation in her ears and move forward steadfastly.

The emperor lived up to her wishes, and she finally walked out of the flower field.

Out of the flower field is a cultivated field, in which a large field of spiritual rice is planted, and the golden ears hang and bend down.

Next to Lingtian is a simple wooden house, and there is also a well at the entrance of the house.

It's not ......

Jiang Quinoa's eyes were surprised, the layout of this place is too similar to the rice fields of Miscellaneous Servant Peak, could it be that there are disciples here too?

She became vigilant in her heart, and carefully detoured from the ridge to the wooden house.

After hesitating for a moment, she raised her hand and tapped on the door: "Is there anyone, please?" ”

After not getting a response for a long time, Jiang Quinoa knocked on the door again, and after making sure that there was no one in the house, he said tentatively: "Then I came in?" ”

There might be a clue to leave the house, and she had to check it out.

With a creak, the door of the wooden house was opened, and a smell that had been dusty for a long time hit you.

Jiang Quinoa wrinkled his nose and stretched his head to look into the room, before raising his feet and stepping into the room.

Like the wooden house in the rice fields of the Miscellaneous Servants, the main gate is directly opposite a hall for receiving guests, with a tool room on the left and a practice room on the right.

There were only simple tables, chairs, and benches in the hall, and there was no extra furniture at all.

And these tables, chairs and benches have been full of cracks because of their age, and the ginger quinoa just touched it, and they turned into a pile of dust.

Jiang Quinoa hurriedly took a few steps back, fanned away the dust with his hands, and then stepped into the practice room quickly.

"Ahh

But when she entered the practice room, she was so frightened by the scene in front of her that she retreated again and again, stumbled on the threshold and almost fell.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and held on to the door frame on the side, so she calmed down and looked at the practice room.

There was a man on the bed.

A skeleton, to be exact.

The robe on the skeleton had decayed, revealing its bare bones.

The empty eyes had long since lost their eyeballs, but Jiang Quinoa always felt that the corpse was staring straight at her, which made her creepy.

Where had she seen this kind of corpse in her previous life?

She is the kind of person who doesn't even dare to join in the excitement, for fear that she will have nightmares when she sees some horrific and bloody pictures.

But in this completely different world, none of this is anything.

Jiang Quinoa froze his mind and bowed to the bones with his hands folded, indicating that he had no intention of offending.

When she looked up again, the feeling of being stared at disappeared, and she was relieved.

She searched the room and stopped at a piece of cloth on the bed.

The monk's robe and the quilt cover on the bed were rotten, but the blue cloth was lying on the bed in good shape, could there be something unusual?

She carefully picked up the piece of green cloth with her knife, lowered it to the ground, and then carefully unfolded it, and sure enough, she found the book.

Jiang Quinoa frowned, studied carefully, and finally figured out the identity of this monk.

It turned out that he was also a disciple of the Miscellaneous Peak of the Five Spirits Sect, practicing Qi at the tenth level of cultivation, and he strayed into this place when he came to Houshan to practice.

He searched for the exit, but he couldn't get out, and finally he ran out of life and died here.

The cloth said that when he came here, he happened to find a cave mansion of Yuanying's predecessors, which contained a lot of good things.

As long as someone agrees to help him bring a message to the descendants of the family and make a demonic oath, all those things will be delivered.

Jiang Quinoa wanted to take a closer look at it again, but the words on the green cloth had disappeared, as if everything in Fang Cai was just an illusion.

She came to the bones, not intending to ask for them.

Although she was inexperienced when she first arrived, she also knew that the cultivation realm was full of traps, and if she was not careful, she would die and her soul would be scattered.

Leaving a book is just a one-sided statement of this corpse, how can you conclude that there is no trap in it?

Jiang Quinoa didn't dare to be greedy, as long as she took the contents of the storage bag out, it would be enough for her to spend for a long time, and there was really no need to take risks.

She thought for a moment and saluted the bones again.

"How offended, please don't blame the seniors!"

As soon as the words fell, she picked up the green cloth and wrapped the bones, intending to dig a pit outside and bury it.

But as soon as he touched the bones, the bones turned into a pile of ashes and were pocketed into the green cloth.

She was slightly stunned, so she had to tie two knots of green cloth to make a burden and carry it out of the wooden house.

Using spiritual power to dig a pit, Jiang Quinoa put the monk's ashes in it, and then buried it with soil.

After disposing of the bones, she made another difficulty, sitting on the ridge and looking at the rice fields.

This senior monk hasn't been out of here in her life, so she shouldn't be trapped here too, right?

Jiang Quinoa sighed, planning to rest for a while before continuing to set off, she was really a little tired.

She leaned her back against the trunk of the tree, looked at the rice field, her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally she fell into a deep sleep.

In her sleep, Jiang Quinoa came to a dark palace.

She looked up blankly, and saw a bloody mouth biting her, and she was so startled that she opened her eyes.

Only then did she realize that her back was wet with sweat, and her head was covered with cold sweat.

Jiang Quiteng stood up suddenly, didn't dare to rest anymore, and continued to look for a way out.

She looked around, and the rest of the place was pitch black except for the rice paddies in front of her.

How does it feel like a palace in a dream?

Jiang Quinoa's heart sank slightly, and he searched around for the worries in his heart.

She tried to break through everywhere, only to find that there was a terrifying force in the darkness, but the void was close, and her consciousness hurt as if it had been slashed by a knife.

She stepped back sharply, her head hurt so badly that no amount of slapping had any effect.

Jiang Quinoa knew that this was an injury to his soul, so he had no choice but to retreat to the wooden house and recuperate on the spot.

She didn't have time to recuperate, constantly imagining various possibilities.

According to the rules of the cultivation realm, even the death formation will have a glimmer of life, and this place should be the same.

So, where is this line of life?

Jiang Quinoa didn't know how long he had been thinking about it, and he had tried all kinds of methods during his recuperation, but he still couldn't find a way to leave.

On this day, she wanted to relax her mind, so she thought about tidying up the wooden house.

She went to the tool room, intending to throw away all the rotten tools.

With a slight touch of the little hand, the tools turned into dust and spilled onto the ground.

Jiang Quinoa covered his mouth and nose with one hand, tapped those tools with the other, and watched them turn into a pile of dust.

Just as she was continuing, her hand was suddenly blocked by something hard.

It was a dusty scythe, and it looked like it was rusty on the handle, and it should have decayed a long time ago, but it was still strong.