"Brother, brother......"

"Woooooooooo......oo It's that I'm useless, I'm useless, I've obviously condensed the Qi Sea, but I still can't help my brother. ”

"Brother I'm sorry, I'm sorry, woo woo woo ......"

Jiang Wujian heard his sister's sobbing, and at the same time, his heart palpitations disappeared at this time.

Jiang Wuji, who regained control of his body, tore off the red hijab on his head, reached out to wipe the tears from his sister's face, and said with a smile: "Didn't I say I'm fine?" What are you crying about. ”

"I know my brother can't hear it, I'm sorry, I'll definitely find someone to heal your ear." Xiaoyu said while crying, looking distressing.

"Who says I can't hear?" Jiang Wujian gently pinched his sister's face.

The girl was stunned, and shouted with some uncertainty: "Brother? ”

"Hey."

"Brother! Are you really not deaf! ”

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Jiang Wujian didn't know how many times he had said this sentence.

The girl's body trembled, tears flowed out, and just when Jiang Wujian wanted to comfort a few more words, the girl directly pounced, tightly hugged Jiang Wuji's neck, and cried bitterly.

Jiang Wujian was stunned, then gently patted the girl's back and comforted: "Okay, brother is really fine, don't cry, it's over." ”

Then Jiang Wuxi took out two small green pills, ate one for himself, and fed one to his sister.

It's just a healing medicine given by Li Changfeng, saying that it was just in case of emergency, but I didn't expect it to be really used.

After the girl's mood stabilized, Jiang Wujian picked up the bronze bell about the size of an adult's head and looked at it carefully.

The surface of the black bronze bell is engraved with dark gold lines, and in the middle is engraved a very abstract eye, and on the inner wall of the bronze bell, it is engraved with dark gold swastikas.

Now Jiang Wujian no longer has the slightest fear of this bronze bell, because when he was wearing a red hijab just now, the small-footed female corpse not only cured his ears, but also refined this bronze bell.

Although I don't know how the small-footed female corpse was refined, for Jiang Wuji, the relationship with this bronze bell now is like dripping blood to recognize the master.

With a thought, the bronze bell shrank to the size of only half a hand's palm.

The name of this thing is Vaishavad Bell, and it can be roughly divided into three ways to use it.

One is that when a foreign object is struck, it will emit an indiscriminate sonic attack, but it will not have any effect on the owner.

The second is to make the bell bigger and use the bell's hard ability to trap opponents, or cover yourself to defend yourself against attacks from the outside.

The last one is the method used by the old monks, to cover themselves after the bell becomes larger, and then practice inside, with the often pious incense offerings, over time, the body can be integrated with the Vaisha bell.

At that time, the body will be a bronze bell, whether it is a sonic attack or a side-catching defense, it can be directly attached to the body, and it can also give birth to a third eye.

This is the strongest means of Vaisha Vaisha Bell, but Jiang Wujian will definitely not choose this, looking at the appearance of the old monk, can he still be called a human after fusing Vaisha Vaisha Bell?

That's all there is to it, right?

Hanging the shrunken bell on his waist, Jiang Wuji probed Cao Li's snort with his fingers.

"Alive!"

Jiang Wujian stuffed the healing medicine given by Li Changfeng into Cao Li's mouth and shook his head vigorously.

For Cao Li's current situation, Jiang Wujian has a certain responsibility, and to put it mildly, Cao Li almost died.

Originally, Jiang Wuji's plan was for Cao Li to deal with the two nine-rank martial artists, and he hid first and waited for the opportunity to move, in case there were other dangers in the team, such as the murderer of Master Qiu.

It's just that he only guessed half of it, the old monk's methods are too treacherous, in comparison, his eight-rank refining god's methods are not much different from martial arts.

Now that there is an additional Vaishavad bell, it can be regarded as a multi-means in the future.

Then Jiang Wujian went straight to the carriage where Zhang Ming was sitting, and when the curtain was lifted, the situation inside was the same as Jiang Wujian thought.

Zhang Ming is dead, and as an ordinary person, he simply can't bear those bells.

The eyes are white, the seven orifices are bleeding, and the dead cannot die again.

Judging from the mess in the carriage and the bloody scratches, Zhang Ming also suffered great pain before he died.

Lowering the curtain, Jiang Wujian rubbed his face vigorously.

"Zhang Ming is dead, and the poisonous fireworm has not appeared, so it is impossible to find the murderer of Master Qiu from here."

"It's this old monk ......"

"This old monk just mentioned Boundless, claiming to be the master of Boundless."

"In the name of relief, Wuyun is actually doing unsavory things in that broken temple."

"According to the previous inference, Wuyun may be in the same group as Qi Yongyan, and they want to harm Murong Bangfeng."

"Now this old monk is with Zhang Ming again, if they all know......"

"The county guard is related to Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming is related to the old monk, the old monk is related to Wuyan, and Wuyun is related to Qi Yongyan......"

"No, no, if you want to say that, wouldn't the county guard have known that Qi Yongyan was going to kill Murong Bangfeng?"

"Tiger poison doesn't eat children, no matter how bastard the county guard is, it is impossible for someone to kill his daughter."

"There should be a mistake in the inference."

The events that were about to be connected together dispersed again, and the more they were organized, the more chaotic they became, but Jiang Wuxi still had a feeling of being mired in a quagmire.

"Brother, what should we do next?" Jiang Zhiyu, who looked a little better, asked in a low voice.

Jiang Wujian temporarily put away his messy thoughts and glanced at the dead horses.

The horses are dead, and Cao Li is still in a coma, so it's impossible to walk back to Lecheng with him on his back......

Let's not talk about whether you are tired or not, without a horse, you will definitely not be able to walk Lecheng before dark.

It's even more troublesome if you come across something strange when you're exhausted halfway through.

After thinking about it, Jiang Wujian said: "Sort it out, deal with it in the carriage for one night first, and see when Cao Li can wake up." ”

"Okay." The girl should go down.

Next, Jiang Wujian pulled the carriage far away, away from the corpses, and then threw Cao Li into the carriage.

Just in case, the three of them squeezed into a carriage and dealt with it for one night.

There is no need to worry about dry food and water, Zhang Ming and the others brought very sufficient, and Jiang Wujian also dismantled a carriage, lit it with a fire breaker, and made a bonfire to dispel the darkness and cold of the night.

In the carriage, Jiang Wujian put a fluffy blanket over his sister, "You can sleep, I'll keep vigil." ”

"Brother, go to sleep, I'll keep vigil." Jiang Zhiyu said.

Jiang Wuji smiled and pinched his sister's face, and said: "I can only vomit at night, and I am already an eight-rank refining god, and I have a certain perception of the surrounding situation, you sleep, I will keep vigil and cultivate by the way." ”

The clear eyes turned, and the girl nodded obediently and said, "Okay then." ”

When night falls, everything is silent.

Jiang Wuxi sat in the front room of the carriage, and under the light of the fire, his facial features like a knife cut flickered brightly and darkly.

I don't know what time it was, Jiang Wujian suddenly heard the sound of rustling, but in his perception range, nothing happened.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the dark canyon, the sound seemed to come from the front, and the corpses of those servants and old monks were also in that direction.

Uneasiness welled up in my heart.

So, Jiang Wujian jumped out of the carriage, picked out a piece of firewood from the fire, and threw it in that direction.

"Huh~Huh~Huh~"

The firewood swirled, arcing through mid-air and landing next to a corpse.

The flames jumping on the firewood began to become smaller, and the light became more and more pressing, but Jiang Wujian was relieved after seeing the corpse.

The world is full of grotesqueness, and the corpses should have been burned during the day, but fortunately, the corpses are still there, and nothing has come out......

And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of rubble colliding!

The distant flames were extinguished, at the last moment when the light of the fire was gone.

The corpse next to the firewood was dragged away by something!