Unexpectedly, Wang Xiu of the Wang family would be lustful about the female corpse wearing a silver face and covering half of her face.

What's even more unexpected is that this Commander Zhao was just glanced at by the female corpse, as if he was facing some kind of wild beast, which made Lin Xing puzzled.

It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out for a while.

Lin Xing decided to take advantage of the situation, first use the power of the female corpse, settle down in Heyang City, and then think about it in the long run, he needs to precipitate himself.

After last night's incident, Lin Xing has fully realized his weakness.

Originally, he killed He Liuzi and others, easily defeated Wu Dayou, and the sense of superiority gained by playing Xu Qingchun completely disappeared in his heart.

"Look...... sir"

Squeak!

Heyang City is not big, and soon Commander Zhao, with a group of city guards, surrounded Lin Xing and the female corpse in front of a courtyard, and pushed open the vermilion courtyard door.

Lin Xing's eyes lit up.

A three-in, three-out house is located in the front, with the door, the shadow wall, the verandah, the east and west wings, the courtyard, the ear room, and the main house...... There was everything, and the silvery snow covered the middle of the courtyard, where an old mulberry tree had lost most of its leaves, and the dead branches were covered with snow.

Lin Xing stretched out his hand, caught the falling snowflakes, let the snowflakes melt in the palm of his hand, and asked as if inadvertently, "Is this courtyard empty on weekdays?" ”

Commander Zhao was stunned when he heard this.

"Back to your lordship."

Soon he came back to his senses: "This courtyard is the private property of the city lord, specially used to receive some distinguished guests, and there is a special servant responsible for taking care of it on weekdays. ”

Saying that, Commander Zhao dragged the young man who was holding the key and looking at Lin Xing curiously.

The young man looked younger than Lin Xing, he should only be twelve or thirteen years old, and his slightly delicate cheeks had not yet grown, and after being dragged over, he bowed to Lin Xing with some twists.

"Hello sir."

The young man's voice was childish, and he shouted perfunctorily.

Commander Zhao's face changed, and he was about to scold, Lin Xing waved his hand with the help of the female corpse's body, and checked the specific location of the courtyard here by the way.

It is a little far away from the southernmost cast iron villa, and in addition to the city lord's mansion, there is also a manor that looks more luxurious than the city lord's mansion.

"There's ......"

Lin Xing raised his finger and pointed.

"It's the royal family's manor."

Commander Zhao hurriedly answered.

Lin Xing's eyes flashed slightly, and he sent away Commander Zhao and a group of city guards, leaving only the young man behind.

At this time, the young man also noticed the female corpse that had no sense of existence, and his face turned red after just one glance, staring at his toes tightly, Yu Guang saw Lin Xing waving his hand, and hurriedly trotted to follow, but his eyes wandered, constantly sweeping towards the female corpse.

"What's your name?" Lin Xing asked.

Due to the constant hoarse throat, my throat was a little sore at this time, and my voice naturally changed.

"Sun Huai." The young man answered.

"Sun Huai ......"

Lin Xing took out a small piece of broken silver from his waist: "You go and inquire about the major events that have happened in Heyang City in recent days, and then ask the restaurant in the city to send some food in the evening, and the rest will be yours." ”

Sun Huai took the money, and his delicate little face was full of joy, and he went to do his errands.

Lin Xing's consciousness came to the female corpse again, looked around, and saw no half of the figure, so he was completely relieved, and walked into the house with one person and one corpse.

Purple and gold splendid clouds, embroidered all over the bedding, and spotless in the main room, he sighed a little.

Just the things in this room, I'm afraid that he can't change it back after being a foreign disciple in the Cast Iron Villa for ten years, after cleaning up the snow on his body, Lin Xing and the female corpse sat down face to face, he looked at the lifelike female corpse in front of him, and his thoughts were a little divergent.

This female corpse is still so powerful when she is dead, and she still has a ...... when she is alive

She looks like she's been dead for a long time, why doesn't the body rot and stink at all?

Anyway, it smells much better than myself......

Why can the black robe on his body control the corpse, can only control the female corpse, or can he control all the corpses, if he can control all the corpses......

Thinking about it, Lin Xing's eyes focused on the half of the silver mask on the face of the female corpse, which he picked up in the depths of the mountain when the sky was dark, and he found that after putting this thing on the female corpse, he would subconsciously ignore that she was a corpse.

It's like the kind of treasure that hides the breath in the novels of the previous life......

Thinking of this, Lin Xing's heart jumped suddenly.

His eyes lit up.

I remember that he was kicked down a mountain stream by the Wild Dog Gang last night with several knife wounds, and then crashed into a 'non-existent' mountain wall......

Last night, all kinds of things came.

In the end, Lin Xing came to a conclusion.

"In this world, there may not only be martial arts, but above martial arts, there is also a stronger transcendent power!" Lin Xing's chest rose and fell, panting violently.

He was so excited that he took out the bronze mirror made of mysterious petrification from his arms, staring at the word "Xun" on it, and his long-term memories gradually came to mind.

"This is the [wind] in gossip!"

Lin Xing racked his brains, and finally remembered the five elements gossip in his previous life, found the meaning of the word "Xun", and then associated it with the light blue point of light.

"That pale blue point of light, could it be the energy of the wind attribute......" His heart was shocked inexplicably.

About half an hour later, Lin Xing calmed down.

Even if there was any supernatural power, he could not indulge in the beauty of fantasy.

It's better to be down-to-earth.

In the next few hours, Lin Xing proceeded from reality, and his eyes were red when he studied, but whether it was a bronze mirror or a black robe, he didn't make any new discoveries.

Lying on the soft bed, Lin Xing put the bronze mirror on his heart, put on the black robe, pillowed his hands, and was about to take a nap, but how uncomfortable he was, he sat up again.

He looked sideways at the posture of the female corpse, and his heart was playful, and he also learned to sit cross-legged, and after trying to survive several times of stupor, he faintly felt that he was getting smaller and smaller.

The comfort of returning to the mother's body last night gradually submerged Lin Xing.

His breathing became undetectable, and the void spirit was strong, and his posture was soon as standard as that of a female corpse.

……

Lin Xing was awakened by the stinging pain around him.

His eyes grew brighter, but he found himself in a shiny corridor, facing a pale blue storm, but looking back at nothingness.

"It's ......"

Lin Xing's thoughts moved, but before he could react, he was pushed forward by the nothingness behind him, and experienced a thousand cut-like pain in the storm, and under the severe pain, he watched his limbs and bones in his body being eroded little by little.

He wanted to shout, but he couldn't.

His body was quickly eroded, shattered in the storm, and turned to powder......

And all this, Lin Xing could clearly feel, compared to this kind of pain, the pain he had experienced in the past was just a tickling level.

"Whew!"

Lin Xing woke up in a cold sweat.

He quickly checked his body and found that there was nothing abnormal except for an extra layer of slimy oil on his skin, on the contrary, he had the illusion that he had taken off his shackles and was in good health.

"Light Blue Storm ......"

Lin Xing didn't think it was a simple dream, that kind of painful experience was so real, he took out the bronze mirror from his arms again, and looked at the word [Xun] on it.

The ghost made the god worse, Lin Xing's finger pointed on the bronze mirror, and with a slightly cool touch, his fingers compared to the word [Xun], the familiar pain from small to large, Lin Xing frowned, obsessive-compulsive, to finish writing the word [Xun] with his fingers.

……

Cast Iron Lodge, Council Chamber.

Su Meng, who was full of meat, smashed the mahogany table with a slap, pointed at the face of the rickety man and shouted: "He Xiong Kan wants to seize power, dreaming!" The consequences of Lao Tzu's mistake this time, Lao Tzu bears it himself, it is not his Xiong Kan who died, and he doesn't need Xiong Kan to take care of it! ”

As the housekeeper of the Cast Iron Villa, Xiong Kan in Su Meng's mouth is the owner of the Cast Iron Villa, a son of Xiongjiabao who was sent to Heyang Town many years ago to run the Cast Iron Villa for Xiongjiabao.

"Ho Ho ......"

The rickety man laughed like thick phlegm in his throat: "The owner of the village has every opportunity, if you have to look for him, I am afraid that the owner of the village will be unhappy." ”

"What's not to be happy about? Could he still kill Su! Su squinted his eyes.

In the conference hall, the atmosphere was suddenly a little tense.

In addition to Su Meng and this rickety man, in the council room, there were five iron casting masters, more than a dozen internal affairs disciples, and Qin Lan, a foreign affairs disciple who stood out from the crowd.

Qin Lan's expression was calm, standing beside Wen Tao, Wen Tao's gaze from time to time was undisguised admiration, and in just one night, Wen Tao had been impressed by him.

But he was not happy in his heart.

Lin Xing fell down the mountain stream, and his life and death were uncertain.

This young man who didn't have a sense of closeness to him was so fixed in his memory.

Unlike Qin Lan's calmness, Jing Ma on the side had a gray face, and he was obviously depressed.

On weekdays, the disciples of the mountain villa who looked down and didn't look up were covered with corpses, and a large number of people in the cast iron villa, including the cast iron master Qian San, were taken away by those guys who were bubbling with black gas, and it can be said that they couldn't see anyone alive or dead.

At this time, Su Meng, the head of internal affairs, and the chief deacon, the rickety man, still had their own thoughts, and they did not care about the lives of the disciples at all.

Stomp ......

The sound of footsteps came from the door of the conference hall, and everyone looked sideways, but they saw an exceptionally tall figure, bowing his head into the conference hall, and a strong sense of oppression followed.

"Owner!"

"Owner!"

“……”

Everyone saluted one after another, and this extraordinarily tall figure was the Cast Iron Villa, the owner of the village who rarely showed up, the side son of Xiongjiabao, Xiong Kan.

Xiong Kan couldn't tell the specific age, he was born with a wide mouth and a wide face, and his two thick eyebrows were like sharp blades, but he glanced at the chamber lightly, and the fierce aura scared a few internal affairs disciples who had never seen the owner of the village like chaff.

"Su Meng."

Xiong Kan spit out two words in a deep voice.

Su Meng squinted his eyes, a little uncertain in his heart, he clenched his fists and said: "Master Xiong, this incident must be some young people, in my opinion......"

"Needless to say."

Xiong Kan interrupted Su Meng, slowly raised his hand, and patted Su Meng's shoulder, Su Meng suddenly felt that something was wrong, and his goosebumps exploded, and he instinctively wanted to shrink back.

"Ahh

Su Meng's internal force was dispersed by an external force, and his entire shoulder was crushed by Xiong Kan's 'click', and the pain made Su Meng grit his teeth and scream.

The beads of sweat on his forehead rolled down, and Su Meng's face turned purple: "Xiong Kan, I am a guest who has been directly recognized by Xiong Jiabao, if you stop at this time, there is still ...... talk about this matter, otherwise it will "

"Keqing? Hum! ”