Sikong Moon Spirit carried four people, and flew for nearly an hour at a slower speed than when he went to the trading bazaar before returning to Moon Spirit Island.

Along the way, Uncle Luo and Luo Wenwen were shocked by the various strange and splendid wonders and strange scenes they saw along the way, and when they got off the flying boat, the expressions on their faces could not be calmed down.

As for Jiang Fan, he has a slight fear of heights, but he has no intention of looking at the scenery at all.

He closed his eyes all the way, hugged his senior sister's small waist, trembling, and didn't dare to let go of the slightest.

Even now, when he had stepped on solid ground again, he felt his legs still go limp.

After the four of them disembarked, the girl immediately summoned a Qi Refining Realm cultivator who belonged to Moon Spirit Island, handed over the salute of the old man and the little girl to this person, and asked him to lead the two to settle down.

When the monk saw that the island lord had brought back two mortals, although he was curious, he didn't dare to ask more, but respectfully led Uncle Luo and Luo Wenwen away.

By this time, it was already dark.

Due to the lack of entertainment in this world, the mortals living on Yueling Island do not have any nightlife, and basically stop early.

Jiang Fan was no exception, he had long been accustomed to a healthy work and rest, and after washing up, he lay on the bed in Qingxinyuan.

He didn't sleep directly, but took out the bracelet blank that he had asked his senior sister to buy at the trading market during the day, and held it up in front of his face to observe it carefully.

Looking at the luck entry called "self-banning" above, Jiang Fan thought about it and directly used the system's luck erasure function.

system, using the luck erasure function, erases the "self-banning" luck of this thing. ”

After he finished silently reciting it in his heart, the luck entry immediately dissipated into particles of light in the sky.

At the same time, a faint sigh appeared in his mind.

"Eh......"

This sigh was extremely short-lived, only lasting less than three seconds in Jiang Fan's mind, and then it was fleeting.

Although Jiang Fan had a certain amount of mental preparation, he was so shocked that he jumped up from the bed on the spot.

He steadied himself, held his breath, and listened carefully, but the sigh never sounded again.

Jiang Fan waited for a long time, but he couldn't wait for the follow-up, he thought about it, lay down again, and continued to look at the bracelet blank.

I saw that although this thing was still the original black color, it had a little more warm luster than at the beginning.

And the original luck entries above have also changed from the original one to three:

[Innate alien spirits, awakening from a big dream, a wisp of remnant soul]

[Awakening from a big dream: due to a long sleep, my consciousness has not yet cleared]

[A wisp of remnant soul: There is only a wisp of remnant soul left, life is crumbling, and it may die at any time]

Dare to love yourself, this is a ghost to go home, right......

Jiang Fan complained in his heart, and was about to continue to observe, when he suddenly felt a feeling of tiredness come to his mind.

Feeling the ferocity of this tiredness, Jiang Fan was taken aback.

The sequelae of using the system this time is as strong as improving the realm of my senior sister.

He didn't have time to think about it, so his eyes went dark and he fell on his back on the bed.

This night, Jiang Fan had a very special dream.

In his dream, he heard a woman's voice, whispering the word master in his ear.

This voice was so charming that Jiang Fan only felt that the bones of his whole body were numb and itchy by her, and his whole soul almost ascended to heaven.

……

On the other side, in the quiet room that was only separated from Jiang Fan's room by two bamboo walls, Sikong Yueling was sitting quietly on a futon, with the magic weapon he had obtained from Uncle Luo during the day in front of him.

A foundation realm cultivator like her, unless there are special circumstances, basically does not need to sleep, but replaces it with cultivation.

At this time, the girl was closing her eyes and sinking all her spiritual sense into this round magic weapon, carefully probing the mystery of this thing.

……

Near the trading bazaar, in Uncle Luo's original mansion, the old housekeeper was following the instructions of his master when he left, instead of managing the original business.

At this time, he was sorting out the books under the oil lamp.

Suddenly, a strange wind blew, the oil lamp went out, and the room fell into darkness.

The old butler was startled, his eyes widened, and he fumbled for a new light of the oil lamp.

For some reason, he vaguely felt that something seemed to float through the darkness in front of him.

When the fuel lamp is lit again, everything is normal in the room.

With his perception, there was no way to detect that there were a few wisps of black mist in the air slowly dissipating.

……

Time passed slowly, and Jiang Fan slept very sweetly all night.

The next morning, he opened his eyes in a daze, he sat up, looked down and lifted the quilt, and suddenly his old face turned red and coughed several times.

Just as he wanted to get up and clean up, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Jiang Fan hurriedly covered the quilt and covered his lower half before he raised his head and said:

"Come in."

The door creaked open, and it turned out to be Sikong Yueling.

She saw Jiang Fan's action of firmly covering her lower body with the quilt, and her eyes showed some doubts.

At this time, with her keen sense of smell in the late stage of the Foundation Building Realm, she suddenly smelled a strange smell that seemed to be wafting in the air.

Her good-looking Joan nose moved subconsciously.

When Jiang Fan saw it, he sighed in his heart.

It's over, are you going to die in front of your sister?

Fear rose in his heart.

After the tip of Sikong Yueling's nose twitched a few times, his brows furrowed slightly.

She thought about it for a long time, but she didn't know what the smell was coming from.

She glanced at Jiang Fan and saw that his expression was nervous, and his eyes were a little puzzled, but he didn't inquire.

Because at this point, she has more important things to say:

"Senior brother, when you get up, remember to look for me at the door, just now the patrol monk from Moon Spirit Island came to report that something happened to the wooden building you lived in before."

With that, she exited the room lightly.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Fan sat on the bed with a somewhat dazed expression.

He suddenly remembered that his senior sister was only eighteen years old.

With the girl's cold and arrogant character, she must have never experienced anything between men and women, and naturally she can't tell what it smells like.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was only tempted on the verge of social death, and there was no real social death after all.

Taking advantage of the time when the girl withdrew, Jiang Fan hurriedly got up and quickly cleaned up, and at the same time opened the window to ventilate, and then put on new trousers.

After washing up, he walked to the back of his senior sister who was standing quietly at the door, waiting for him, and said:

"Senior sister, I'm fine."

The girl snorted, her expression was very flat, and her voice was as cold as ever: "Let's go." ”

After saying this, the girl raised her hand to summon a stream of water and wrapped it around Jiang Fan's body.

In order to take care of the latter's fear of heights, Sikong Yueling deliberately slowed down the altitude, and after the two flew close to the ground for a minute, they came to the location of the wooden building where Jiang Fan lived before.

After seeing the scene in front of him, Jiang Fan only felt a chill rise from his back and rushed straight to the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

I saw that the wooden building where I used to live had disappeared at this time, and in its place was an irregular deep pit with a diameter of about 100 meters.

He cautiously approached the edge of the pit and looked down, shivering.

The depth of this pit is at least 30 meters, and the bottom is a mess, with ruins and broken walls and gravel and sediment stirred up at the bottom of the pit, and it is completely impossible to see that there is still half of the original wooden building.

Jiang Fan froze, turned to Sikong Yueling with a stiff neck, and asked, "Senior sister, ...... here?" What happened? ”