Three days later.

Silk City, chaotic alleys in the east of the city.

The gloomy aroma of agarwood incense gradually dissipated at the tip of her nose, and Sang Ling gradually woke up from her groggy state.

An old voice in the room also sounded at this time:

"Awake? I've checked your puppet body for correct, don't worry, I've checked it all except for the location of the moonstone that you didn't let me explore, and there's nothing messy. ”

Sang Ling slowly got up from the soft collapse with a tense face, the puppeteer in front of her, who was as old as the bark of a tree, and the old god was holding the teacup, nestled in the wide wooden chair, just like the position and movements when she came to him before.

She sneered and mocked:

"Didn't check anything, or didn't you check it at all?"

As soon as the puppet's beard blew, he immediately shouted back:

"I carefully checked it with a magic weapon from head to toe, there are treasures on your body that cover your puppet breath, a piece of the forehead, a piece of the right hand, all of which expose the opening of the white bones, and cannot heal on their own, am I right?!"

This puppeteer is the best puppeteer in Wire City, except for the Feng family, and of course the most suppressed by the Feng family. He secretly lived in the chaotic alleys in the south of the city, and only recognized money for transactions. After escaping from the nine-story tower, Sang Ling found this place after several inquiries.

A puppet with high skills and a grudge against the Feng family is what Sang Ling needs most now.

The other party is right, then there is really no mess on yourself, let go of this hidden worry.

Sang Ling took the initiative to ease her expression, asked about another thing, and said:

"It's right in several places, I've wronged you. It's just that I also ask the puppeteer to solve my doubts, how should my white bone wound be healed? ”

Sang Ling's words were humble, the puppeteer didn't move his eyelids, and when he handed her a hundred-year spirit fruit, the puppeteer was immediately moved, and his withered hand like a chicken's claw quickly reached out and put the fruit into his bag.

He twisted his beard twice and said slowly:

"I can help you heal and pay for the consultation. It's just that? ”

He hesitated, spread his hands, and smiled bitterly at Sang Ling;

"The Feng family is very protective of me, I don't have many materials in my hands, but I don't have the most important Kuiyin soil in my hand, and I still need you to get it."

"Take?"

Not to buy?

Seeing that she nodded, the puppeteer nodded approvingly, and nodded to the southern location outside the city, and continued:

"It's in a deep house outside the city, and it's very movocal, but the Kuiyin soil there is already a year, and the quality is high, if you want to heal, you need to get a big pot."

In order to ensure the correct dosage, the puppeteer crossed several medium jars in a pile of rags, and picked up the largest clay jar, smiling like a weasel.

"That's it, it's enough for you to fill in the nines. Remember, as soon as you pick it up, you have to send it to you within an hour. It can't be in the daytime, it must be at night, there is no daylight, and this Kuiyin soil will not lose its negativity. ”

The puppeteer babbled a lot of precautions, and then waved his hand to drive people away.

......

Sang Ling threw the half-human-tall clay jar into the storage bag, lifted the curtain, and stepped out.

The bright sunlight shone into his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, there were two people standing on the opposite side of the alley dressed as monks, and their eyes were not good.

Sang Ling hurriedly avoided the other party's scrutinizing eyes, and walked out of the alley in a flash.

The feet were hurried, and the two footsteps behind him also followed closely, like a shadow.

Seeing that the other party's footsteps were getting closer and closer, Sang Ling turned another alley and paused, and immediately dodged into a dark corner.

The two behind him also hurriedly stopped, searched around, and after a while, left the place.

Sang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, emerged from the dark corner, and turned in the opposite direction.

But before he took two steps, he heard a sound behind him, and Sang Ling immediately turned around and prepared to attack, but saw a shrunken little milk black cat standing in the corner, next to an overturned broken bamboo basket.

Obviously, the movement just now was caused by the little milk black cat accidentally kicking over the broken bamboo basket.

Sang Ling withdrew her hand and was about to leave, but her eyes caught the vertical and horizontal injuries on the cat's body, hesitated a few times, and chose to approach and pinch the back of the cat's neck and take the cat away.

For some reason, the cat was close to Sang Ling, closed its claws, and the four soft palms were directly attached to Sang Ling's left arm, and as soon as the figure turned and jumped lightly, it had already stepped on Sang Ling's shoulder.

Sang Ling looked at it curiously, and the cat curled up its limbs sleepily and nestled in the position of its warm neck.

Raised his hand and tried to touch the cat's brain, the hand was fluffy, and the bones could be clearly felt, and the shoulders were also fluttering, which showed that the thinness was pitiful.

"Mortals don't like black cats, monks don't like demons and puppets, and the two of us really have the same disease."

A person and a cat left from the mouth of the alley, and Sang Ling's murmur also drifted into the ears of one person in the dark corner along the wind through the hall, and the face that was as white as cold jade flashed a trace of gloom.

"Woooooooooooo

The two monks with their mouths covered at their feet struggled to beg for mercy, their eyes frightened.

This time they kicked to the hard stubble, this hooded man was very powerful, they were only a few steps away from the puppet, and when they turned their heads, they were captured by this man in one fell swoop, and their hands and feet were tied to the ground.

This man has done a good deed, and he doesn't want to be famous.

Seeing that the puppet was alarmed, he immediately dragged the two of them here, and picked up a black cat to make the puppet happy.

The monk went to coax the puppet?

Go protect the puppets!

Looking at where there is such a strange story in the cultivation realm, it is really strange and strange, and people can't figure it out!

One of them struggled to break free from the shackles in his mouth, blurting out and begging for mercy:

"Our brothers are members of the Feng family, if there is any misunderstanding just now, we can explain! Ask Brother Tai to bypass us in front of the Feng family! ”

"Feng family? Then you can't stay. ”

The sound of the man's jade striking sounded slowly, revealing familiarity, and the two Feng family on the ground did not remember the identity of this person in time, and their lives were taken in the next second.

"Whoever covets it deserves to die."

Xie Hanzhou disposed of the corpses of the two people, covered up Sang Ling's traces, turned around and walked to the place where Sang Ling had left just now, and completely sealed it with spirit stones.

......

After turning a few street corners, I bought a bag of beasts, and bought a few things that cats love to eat, and Sang Ling put the black cat in the bag with confidence.

The feet did not stop, and I hurriedly found a teahouse at the gate of the city to rest.

It is said to be a tea house, but it is actually a tea shed, with a few shabby mats, supported by bamboo poles, barely covering a few shades.

In the tea shed, several monks were gathering in twos and threes to drink tea and talk.

Sang Ling was dressed as a low-level monk, still a man, covering her face, looking like a thin low-level monk, and she was not noticeable.

Sure enough, the people only glanced at her casually and turned their heads away.

Sang Ling asked for a pot of coarse tea, found a closer place to sit down, and looked out of the shed, but his ears were eavesdropping on the news.

Those people's voices were not small, and they were obviously not afraid of Sang Ling listening to the news that everyone in the Silk City knew.

One person asks a question, and his voice is clear and good. It's just that he sat with his back to Sang Ling, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"What happened that day in the Nine-Story Tower?"

"Do you live in the country? You don't know that the demon of the nine-story tower wants to escape from the tower? ”

This man could not hide his words, and when he saw that the man was surprised, he poured out all the news he had heard in one breath.

"In the middle of the night, there was a big demon who had been imprisoned for hundreds of years and wanted to sneak out of the tower, and he also teamed up with the demon who came to save her and killed many guard disciples of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and in the end, it was Xie Xianjun and Fairy Lu who worked together to repel those demons and kill the demon who wanted to escape, and the riot in the nine-story tower was quelled."

"Sure enough, it's a hero."

"Young and promising!"

The clear and beautiful voice was faint, the owner scratched his head, and said with a sudden appearance:

"No wonder, a few days ago, the people of the Heavenly Dao Sect and several families in Silk City have been searching in the city, looking for the demon clan who wants to save the demon! I don't look for it now, I guess I haven't found it. ”

The other person waved his hand mysteriously, suppressed his voice, and whispered:

"I heard that it was that group of people who injured Fairy Lu a lot, so Immortal Master Xie was angry, and he must scrape the ground three feet, catch that group of demon clans, and vent his anger for Fairy Lu! Later, there was a lot of alarm, and the group of demon clansmen couldn't find it again, so they stopped under the persuasion of Fairy Lu. ”

Everyone is ambiguous and sighing.

That voice was actually not light, Sang Ling didn't have to listen to it deliberately, she listened to it all, and chiseled it into her head word by word, and she heard it really.

It seems that the group of demon clans is no longer in the Silk City, she slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, this group of people had robbed her from the prison of the Feng family to the nine-story tower before, and later, the mysterious people found out that Taxue and Feng Zhi were dead, so they wanted to arrest her and torture her.

If it weren't for Xie Hanzhou's sword to stop him, I'm afraid that he would have been flattened and pinched by that group of people a long time ago.

Now that the gang has run away, they can be safe for the time being.

It's just that?

She mocked in her heart, it turned out that Xie Hanzhou led the team to search for her in the city, in order to make Lu Chaoyan angry, not to find her.

Isn't it, in order to catch the mysterious person and keep her safe?

No wonder the Heavenly Dao Sect only searched for a few days, and then stopped in a hurry in the south of the city without insisting.

It's also normal.

That day, when Xie Hanzhou was fighting against the mysterious man outside the tower, he took the opportunity to escape, and saw that Xie Hanzhou did not chase after him for a long time, also because Lu Chaoyan was injured a lot in that battle and wanted to protect her.

After talking about Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan, the people in the tea shed began to go to all kinds of gossip, and there was not much useful information about the recent situation in Silk City.

After hearing a few ears, Sang Ling threw away the broken silver and got up to leave.

Everyone didn't pay attention, only the clear and beautiful voice The owner glanced sideways at her, and saw that she didn't stop, and walked straight out of the city, the corners of her mouth hooked, revealing a smile.

......

On the road, the sun was getting up, and the hot weather steamed out a lot of sweat on Sang Ling's forehead, sticky and sticky to the forehead, uncomfortably tight.

I ran to a few nearby villages to hear the news of the deep house in the mountains, but I was sweating a lot for an hour.

Sang Ling couldn't help but stretch out her hand and scratch it, but the hot itch still didn't stop, endured it for a while, and finally turned around and went to find a stream in the dense forest.

The stream was murmuring, Sang Ling picked up a big stone by the stream and sat down, helplessly lifted the black hair that was tightly covering the corners of his forehead, and wiped off all the sweat with a handkerchief.

Every move is moving.

Sang Ling didn't notice it, but the person behind him was stunned.