Humingzi? When the little bell heard this strange name, it was obviously very unfamiliar, but it had a familiar feeling.

Little Bell subconsciously asked again, "Is this your real name?"

Hu Mingzi shook his head: "I don't know, but this is my name, I don't have a surname, my mother said, we untouchables don't deserve a surname."

Untouchables? The people at the bottom of the Rouyuan people are called slaves, and they do not call themselves untouchables.

The little bell asked again, "How old are you this year?"

Hu Mingzi took a step back: "What do you want to do?"

Little Bell didn't know why he asked about his age, and Hu Mingzi was so scared: "I just look at your height and figure, you don't look like a Rouyuan person."

Hu Mingzi shook his head: "I don't know, when I don't remember, I met them with my mother on the grassland, and they took us in."

"They?" The little bell pointed to a headless bone hunter disciple next to him, "Bone hunter?"

Hu Mingzi Zhengse said, "We are not called bone hunters, it is just a name imposed on us by others."

So, the little bell took the opportunity to ask, "Then tell my sister, what are your names?"

Hu Mingzi pointed to the sky and said, "We are called the Celestial Guide!"

"The Celestial?" Little Bell remembered Yintian Lake, "Then you should know how to get to Yintian Lake. Can you take my sister with you? My sister wants to go to Yintian Lake to find a kind of fish, and only this kind of fish can cure my sister's illness."

Hu Mingzi looked at the little bell with a suspicious gaze: "There are no fish in Yintian Lake."

Naturally, the little bell didn't know this, so she could only continue to talk nonsense: "There are fish, but you don't know it, a famous doctor told my sister that only that kind of fish can cure my disease."

Hu Mingzi seemed innocent: "Really? And what disease do you have?"

The little bell thought for a moment and said, "Parting."

Don't care about the same as lovesickness, so the little bell just vaguely changed the name of lovesickness.

"Partism?" Hu Mingzi pondered, "Is there such a disease?"

The little bell came back to his senses at this time, since the Bone Hunter faction studied the art of immortality, it also studied medical skills, and it was the school with the most thorough research on medical skills among the twelve sects of the Sect.

The little bell had no choice but to say, "Actually, it's lovesickness."

Hu Mingzi's brows tightened: "Lovesickness? I know that I have heard Master say that lovesickness is the best and most difficult disease in the world to treat, and it is not a disease, but it is also a terminal disease...... But I don't know what that means."

Yes, lovesickness cannot be considered a disease, but it is a terminal disease. Thinking of this, Xiao Bell couldn't help but feel sour, and many memories came out of her mind, but in those memories, she saw Tang Xiaohao again, and Tang Xiaohao's heart-rending voice shouted for herself sounded in her ears again.

Did I really love that kid?

Probably this is fate, with the person who loved me, I met the person I once loved deeply.

Little Bell stood there in a daze, and Hu Mingzi kept looking at her face.

The little bell came back to his senses: "Hu Mingzi, if you can lead me to Yintian Lake, I will not treat you badly."

Hu Mingzi shook his head: "We Heaven Guides only pursue immortality, and we have already eliminated other desires in our hearts."

Little Bell's face sank: "In other words, you're not afraid of death, are you?"

Hu Mingzi raised his head and said resolutely, "Of course."

The little bell said coldly, "If you are not afraid of death, why did you hide in the box when the wolf rode before? If you bone hunters are not afraid of death, why should you pursue immortality? Those who are not afraid of death will not be interested in the art of immortality."

Hu Mingzi heard the speech, didn't know how to answer, turned around to leave, but his feet couldn't move, and he felt extremely cold.

When Hu Mingzi looked down, he found that his ankle was frozen by a piece of ice.

Hu Mingzi was puzzled at first, and then realized that it was made by the little bell, and his face was full of horror, but the look of horror was quickly replaced by excitement.

Hu Mingzi raised his hand and pointed to the little bell and said, "You are not human, you are a monster, or a snow demon!"

Little Bell said coldly

"If you don't take me to Yintian Lake, I'll freeze you here forever."

Hu Mingzi retorted, "I will definitely take you to Yintian Lake!"

Hu Mingzi, who suddenly changed his attitude, surprised the little bell very much, and thought that Hu Mingzi said this for self-preservation.

Therefore, the little bell did not remove the demon magic, but raised his hand and waved, and added ice shackles to Hu Mingzi's hands: "You tell me first, what direction is Yintian Lake?" How do I get there?"

Hu Mingzi pointed to the northwest direction and said, "Go all the way there, and you can reach Yintian Lake."

Suddenly, the little bell sensed something, immediately lifted the witchcraft, grabbed Hu Mingzi and got into a tent next to him, and subconsciously covered Hu Mingzi's mouth, making him unable to make a sound.

Soon after the two of them hid in the tent, two people came down from the top of the hillside, led by Chu Yan, and followed by Tang Xiaohao's master, Fu Qingyi.

Chu Yan walked into the camp and looked at the headless corpses everywhere, but he showed a strange smile.

Then he walked in but took a deep breath: "For the sake of immortality, you can not take human life seriously."

Chu Yan wrote lightly: "These are low-level disciples, just like those slaves on the Rouyuan, the head of the family takes them in, it is the same as raising livestock, and our faction has been like this for thousands of years, so why should you be merciful."

Fu Qingyi glared at Chu Yan and said, "Do you know why I left the Bone Hunter in the first place? It's because you never respect life."

Chu Yan laughed, but the laughter came out of his throat, and it sounded very weird: "Disrespect for life? You are wrong, precisely because we respect life the most, otherwise, why would we study the art of immortality?"

Fu Qingyi said: "It's just because Gu Yan wants to emulate Feng Heng, but Feng Heng is already dead, which means that there is no immortality on the land of the Nine Plains."

Chu Yan slowly walked to Fu Qingyi: "Even if Feng Heng is dead, he has lived for thousands of years!"

"Feng Heng has lived for thousands of years, and that's just a legend, no one knows if it's true," Fu Qingyi said angrily, "Just because of a ridiculous book, a legend that can't be verified, you play with life."

Chu Yan blurted out, "That's why you will let your apprentice memorize that book and then destroy it."

Fu Qingyi was obviously stunned, because she never said anything about it.

Fu Qingyi immediately understood: "You and Minglou have been in secret contact, it seems that Minglou learned about that incident from Xiaohao."

"Your apprentice isn't that smart," Chu Yan laughed even more weirdly than before, "In the eyes of those test species in the Seven Star Trick Path, your brother is the chief envoy here, and your brother thinks that he is just your stand-in, you are the chief envoy, in fact, ......

Fu Tsing Yi took over: "Actually, you are the chief envoy in charge of this cruel testing ground."

Chu Yan raised his head and said, "Didn't you always know about this matter? Although I didn't tell you above, and I didn't say it, but you know it in your heart, but now it's okay, the materials we have been wanting have been brought back, and "Feng Chang Hengsheng" has also returned to Rouyuan, this is fate, God is destined."

As he spoke, Chu Yan stretched out his hands from under his cloak, holding two bottles containing transparent liquids in his hands, and after he threw the bottles towards the wooden tower sentry tower in the distance, the liquid in the broken bottles immediately turned into flames.

The huge flames were like a monster, and began to devour everything in the camp, and Chu Yan hummed a song and walked towards the outside of the camp.

Fu Qingyi hesitated, frowned at the headless corpses on the ground, and could only helplessly follow.

Because the fire was too big, Little Bell and Hu Mingzi had no time to escape, so she could only use witchcraft to condense into a wall of ice on the spot, surrounding the two of them.

When Hu Mingzi saw the ice wall gradually appearing, he became even more excited, and looked at the little bell with a god-worshipping eye, but he didn't notice that the little bell's hand was trembling slightly.

Because Little Bell's magic power has not been completely recovered, and most importantly, because she is a snow demon, even if the magic power is strong, there must be water

Blessing, before in Liangcheng, she began to be able to suppress the nine-tailed demon fox entirely because there was a small lake next to it.

Right now, she is completely relying on the ice wall that she has built in front of her own magic power, and if the fire is too strong, she can only use her own blood as a medium to cast ice, and then she will become even weaker.

After Fu Qingyi followed Chu Yan out of the camp for a long time, he turned around and looked again, and saw that the camp had turned into a sea of fire, and the original wooden tower sentry tower also collapsed in the flames, and those flames even spread towards both sides of the camp, not only burning the traps that had not yet been triggered, but also directly devouring the corpses of those fake wolf cavalrymen.

It's as if these flames alone can burn away the sins committed here by the bone hunters.

"The evening wind stirs the waves of grass,

The sheep kissed the fragrance,

The whip shattered Sunset,

The song calls to the moonlight,

The beautiful northern plains,

It's my beautiful hometown,

Like blooming flowers,

Forever sweet."

Chu Yan's singing echoed on the grassland, although the lyrics and singing were beautiful, but it sounded like a demon howling in Fu Qingyi.

How could such a cruel guy sing such a beautiful and moving ballad?

The flames burned quickly, and in less than a quarter of an hour they burned the entire camp and all the corpses on both sides.

The wall of ice created by the little bell was also melted, and she did not bleed, because Hu Mingzi took out the water bag from her waist at the critical moment.

Although there is not much water in the water bag, it is completely enough for the little bell, a thousand-year-old snow demon.

For the Snow Demon, as long as they are not facing the fire of the living soul or the flames created by the magic of the art, all they need is a bowl of water.

Obviously, these flames were created by Chu Yan with medicine, and although they burned more quickly and violently than ordinary natural flames, it was absolutely impossible to devour the little bell.

The little bell listened to the song of Chu Yan in the distance, and asked Hu Mingzi, "Do you recognize the voices of those two people before?"

"I know the man, but as for the woman, I don't know who it is," Hu Mingzi shook her head, "but I can't tell you who the man is, because my position in the faction is too low."

Little Bell was a little puzzled: "Since you don't want to say anything, then why do you agree to take me to Yintian Lake?"

Hu Mingzi blurted out, "Because you are exactly the same as the statue in the pie."

Statue? What statue? Little Bell is becoming more and more curious, why does the Bone Hunter faction still have its own statue?

Could it be that Feng Heng has never forgotten himself?