The voice sounded, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi orthodox stunned.

This ghost wind. Can you really simulate human speech?

They thought the wind was like a man's words.

Looking at the black wind that kept sweeping through the town, but couldn't enter the house, Song Yin asked, "Is this the ghost wind?" ”

"Should. Right. Zhang Feixuan was also not sure.

The ghost wind he knew, that is, a whirlwind, without any color, let alone so large.

The black wind quickly swept through all the towns, as if sensing something, and quickly struck the three people on the street.

Except for Song Yin, the other two couldn't react at all, and were directly entangled by the black wind.

Being swept up by that roll, Zhang Feixuan only felt empty on his body, and when he looked down, the luxurious robe on his body was directly gone, leaving a body of obscene clothes.

Another roll, the dirty clothes are gone, the gray shorts are gone, and the .

"You're a big man, you wear a belly pocket?!"

Wang Qizheng's rough voice was extremely shocked, his eyes widened, more shocked than seeing the monster, and then, the corners of his mouth grinned, pointing at Zhang Feixuan and laughing:

"Zhang Feixuan! Zhang lewd stick! Belly pocket! You are. Hahahaha! Belly pocket! ”

"What a fart!"

Zhang Feixuan tugged at the corners of his mouth, pulled the thing that looked like a belly pocket on his upper body, and shouted, "It's not mine!" This is. It's good, I'm just using it as a souvenir! ”

Wang Qizheng didn't care so much, he bared his teeth and laughed there.

"Laugh and laugh! Your clothes are gone! Does it look good to be naked outside! ”

Wang Qizheng was stunned, just smiled, but he didn't notice that the wind was also rolling up on him, and he swept away all the clothes, revealing his body.

"Give me back my tiger skin clothes!"

He glared and roared, raising his hand to grab the black wind on his body.

"What kind of system have you become?"

Suddenly, Song Yin's voice sounded.

I saw that he was swept in the black wind, but the wind couldn't take anything away from him, the big hand rose, the sleeve rolled, and a suction force was born out of thin air, absorbing the ghost wind on his body, and at the same time, the ghost wind of the whole town swirled into his sleeve, and the black color of the town dissipated.

At the same time, the wind on the two of them stopped, and the swept clothes fell on them.

"As a Qi Refiner, I don't have any demeanor to put it on!" Song Yin frowned and shouted.

"Yes"

The two quickly put on their clothes.

Zhang Feixuan only felt that his face was numb, and he forcibly said: "Senior brother, I'm not a transvestite, this belly pocket"

Song Yin waved his hand: "I'm not interested in your hobbies, but outside, you represent my Golden Immortal Sect, so you still have to pay attention to the influence of demeanor." The rest doesn't matter. As long as the heart is right, don't talk about wearing a belly pocket and walking birds, you are Shi Fandai and take the hairpin, and that is also your business. ”

He's really not interested, everyone has their own hobbies, and he can't control this thing and doesn't want to care.

"No, senior brother, this belly pocket is my favorite, it's not mine, I am, that."

Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, and found that how to explain how bad it was, so he simply arched his hand, "Yes, senior brother." ”

Wang Qizheng happily walked up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I understand, it's okay, who doesn't have a hobby, right?" ”

"You know what a shit, fuck off!" Zhang Feixuan glared at him.

It's hard to explain.

Although he doesn't like Wang Qizheng to call him a lewd stick, this nickname is really not a blind name, and he really likes dew marriage.

The main thing is that he is handsome, has the atmosphere of a noble son, and it is the easiest to deceive women, there are always some people who are greedy for his body, invite him to spend the Spring Festival together, and give him money!

Sometimes when you don't have anything to eat and meet such people, it's naturally excellent.

This belly pocket was given by a good friend, and he took it with him.

It's not a transvestite, and there's nothing unspeakable, the main thing is that this belly pocket is exquisitely made, and all the materials used are good.

What?

Qi refiners are not short of money?

There is no shortage of money to come to the world to do anything, and if you have the ability, you can go to the mountains.

Eating and drinking, practicing alchemy, what kind of money doesn't you need?

They are still heretical, and they are not sects stationed in the world to be worshipped, they are all self-reliant.

He is not like Wang Qizheng, he really can't eat wild beasts raw, and insects can eat them.

But I can't say that, I like to wear a belly pocket, which is more acceptable than messing around outside.

"Senior brother, this ghost wind has been subdued like this?"

Seeing that Wang Qizheng was still laughing, Zhang Feixuan simply changed the topic and asked Song Yin.

"It's a little elf, it's just a little bigger, there is no sanity, act according to instinct, of course it is directly received, this thing does have a long breath, the master is right, it is a good medicinal material."

When the black wind swept over him, he felt that this was a little elf, without any harm or sanity, acting purely on instinct.

Merely.

Song Yin said thoughtfully: "I can feel that they want too many things, and it is more like forcibly expropriating them than according to instinct."

As he spoke, he walked to the previous building again, knocked on the door, and said, "Fellow, this ghost has been subdued by me, dare to ask if there is a cemetery or something." ”

There was another noise in the door, and it still didn't open, but there was still a sound.

"Daxian has been subdued? That one. There is no cemetery here, but I heard the old man say that twenty miles to the west, it used to be a battlefield, and I don't know if it's true. ”

"Understood, farewell."

Song Yin nodded, didn't say anything more, and retreated from the building.

"Senior brother? That's it, I kindly helped them, but I didn't even open the door and didn't have a meal, which was too rude. ”

Seeing that the room still didn't open the door, Wang Qizheng said unconvinced.

"That ghost wind can be anthropomorphic, it's normal for people not to believe it, and they will understand it when they come out later."

Song Yin said a word, his movements were not slow, and he directly rolled up the yellow wind and marched towards the west.

The two were helpless, so they also followed.

Twenty miles to the west, it was not far for them, and as soon as the speed was raised, they reached the place.

This place is a plain, with abundant meadows, and you can see some broken watchtowers and the like, but other than that, there is nothing.

Wang Qi was looking around and said strangely: "This is the ancient battlefield?" It's nothing, it's a normal place, how ancient is it? ”

"No, no."

Zhang Feixuan shrugged his nose, looked at a meadow, and stared at it with a frown, as if his eyes were about to penetrate the ground.

"It's not been bloody for long, and people have died here."

"What are the dead people, where are the dead not dead?" Wang Qizheng asked.

"No"

Song Yin made a sound at this time, he walked to a meadow, squatted down and picked up a piece of soil, rubbed his fingers, and the clod of soil was rubbed open, revealing something.

He threw the thing back, and Wang Qi was looking to take it, only to see that in his hand was an object of similar style in the shrine before.

It's also a weird thing that combines the palm and the lips, and it's made into a pendant.

"Voiceless?" Wang Qizheng exclaimed.

Song Yin's eyes were full of light at this time, staring directly at the ground: "The resentment is underground." ”

(End of chapter)