The night was deep.

Han Yun fell into a deep sleep with remorse.

In fact, at his level, there is no longer a need to use sleep to recover his energy.

Just meditate every day and enter the cultivation state for a few hours to achieve the same effect.

But these days, he always felt that he was exhausted.

Not only did he not have the slightest intention of cultivating, but he even liked it on weekdays, and then went out to look for flowers and ask willows, but he also had no idea at all.

It's like a different person all of a sudden.

Han Yun slept until the third pole of the next day.

After a night's rest, his spirit finally seemed to have recovered a lot, and he was no longer haggard as yesterday.

The remorse in his heart was also diluted a little because of this.

After the handsome man in white got up and washed up, he looked at a large bronze mirror in the room, looked at his appearance, and meticulously put on the clothes on his body.

Soon, the white-clothed, graceful, and always gentle smile of the Lingxin Valley senior brother returned.

Han Yun looked at himself in the bronze mirror and nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, his fingers unconsciously rubbed a few times, but the empty touch of his hand made him feel that something was missing.

The handsome monk frowned slightly.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands, his eyes flickering slightly.

Then, he showed a look of sudden realization.

He knew why it felt wrong.

It turned out that he was missing something in his hand.

Jade Flute!

The jade flute is gone!

Han Yun thought about it, and his spiritual sense probed into his storage jade bracelet.

It was empty.

It was originally full of spiritual stones as high as a hill, and a wooden box that had been stacked in several layers and placed talismans.

It's all gone.

There were only one or two magic weapons and scattered refining materials left, as well as some pills and spirit herbs or something, lying on the ground in a sparse manner.

Seeing the miserable situation in the jade bracelet in his storage, Han Yun couldn't help but press his chest.

Here, there is a dull ache.

The memories that I didn't want to mention were brought back to my mind, and the tragic scene of yesterday resurfaced in my heart.

The corners of Han Yun's eyes couldn't help but twitch.

He took a deep breath and quickly swept his gaze over the few remainders, trying to find what he was looking for.

However, after he glanced around, his eyes revealed disappointment that he couldn't hide.

There is no jade flute.

The handsome monk thought about it carefully, as if everything had not gone well for him in recent times.

I encountered several things that made me emotionally out of control.

And the jade flute, which has accompanied him for several years, has also been crushed one after another.

Today, there is no inventory.

Thinking of this, Han Yun let out a long sigh.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the air in his field of vision seemed to distort.

Immediately, a large black mist appeared in front of him.

The black mist slowly gathered and condensed, and finally turned into a thin figure.

Seeing this scene, Han Yun's eyes shrank, and his heart almost stopped beating.

He didn't look moving on the surface, but he was secretly bitter in his heart.

Oh no, why did this evil god come back at this time?

The figure was covered in black mist, and it was completely impossible to see its specific appearance except for a pair of eyes that were as bright as a wolf eagle.

He looked at Han Yun and said in an old and hoarse voice:

"Why, I haven't seen you for just a few days, and I don't know the old man?"

When Han Yun heard this, he sighed in his heart, and then bowed his hand, his tone slightly respectful.

"Mr. Jin."

After hearing Han Yun's greeting, the black mist figure nodded slightly.

"How's the matter going in my absence?"

Han Yun heard the figure's question, and the smile on his face was slightly embarrassed.

He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Seeing this, the black mist figure who was called Mr. Jin by him suddenly sharpened his gaze.

"What happened?"

Han Yun saw the other party's sharp gaze staring at his eyes, and the secrets in his heart seemed to be seen through by him at a glance.

He was a little frightened in his heart, and replied with some hesitation:

"The five thousand spirit stones you gave me, I'...... I accidentally lost them all......"

"What did you say?"

The figure of the black mist figure twisted and instantly appeared in front of Han Yun.

On the basis of the original old and hoarse, his voice also carried a trace of coldness containing murderous intent.

"Do you remember what the old man told you before he left?"

"These 5,000 spirit stones, but they are used to allow you to manage your connections, but as soon as the old man comes back, you say that you lost them all?"

The figure of the black mist floated in mid-air, facing the handsome white-clothed monk in a downward posture, although the figure was thin, it brought a great sense of oppression to the latter.

"Han Yun, don't joke with the old man, I'm too old to stand this."

Han Yun felt this heavy invisible pressure, and only felt that his breathing began to be a little unsmooth.

He swallowed, his mind racing, hoping to find a plausible excuse.

Otherwise, with the temper of the other party, although he will not kill himself on the spot because of his identity, a bitter meal is obviously indispensable.

Seeing Han Yun's appearance, the black mist figure gradually turned cold, and at the same time, a tentacle condensed by black mist extended from his body.

When Han Yun saw this tentacle, he slowly approached him, and the cold sweat on his forehead began to ooze wildly.

After a few breaths, seeing that the tentacles were about to touch him, he was in a hurry, and finally reluctantly came up with an idea.

That is to push the leaf pine out.

Although the other party was in yesterday's fight, I don't know whether he intentionally or unintentionally cheated himself.

But no matter what, on the surface, he is an ally he has wooed.

And he did receive 2,500 spirit stones from himself.

Although the process may be a little wrong, it can barely be said.

Thinking of this, Han Yun hurriedly spoke:

"Mr. Jin, slow down, in fact, I didn't lose all of the five thousand spirit stones, half of them, I used to win over another sequence disciple, Ye Song!"

Hearing this, the tentacles instantly stopped extending.

Mr. Jin's old and hoarse voice came from the black mist.

"How can I trust you?"

Seeing that the other party stopped moving, Han Yun breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He replied:

"Give me twelve hours, and within twelve hours, I will give you a satisfactory answer."

After a moment of silence, the Black Mist figure responded:

"Yes!"

"I'll come back to you in twelve hours."

After saying this, the black mist figure began to slowly overflow, and soon disappeared into the air, as if it had never appeared.

Seeing the other party leaving, Han Yun raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, I am witty, otherwise I would have to suffer a meal today.

He calmed down, remembered the excuse he had made earlier, and then sighed deeply.

In this way, although he temporarily got rid of the current crisis, because of this, he couldn't ask about the Ye Song Waste Talisman.

Because in the end, even if it was found out that Ye Song really deliberately did something behind his back, he could only endure it and couldn't turn his face with the other party.

If he turns his face, Mr. Jin will definitely think that he is lying to him.

When the time comes, the consequences will be very serious.