Compared to the insensitivity of those men, this woman's expression was much more vivid, but the look was the same.

"But little girl, what else can you take out to buy news?"

The woman's eyes are greedy, not only for her, but also for those around her, looking at her as if judging the value of an object.

Lu Yun took out some spiritual weapons, no matter what kind of cultivation he walked, the spiritual weapons were universal.

After picking and picking a few, the woman let go of her hand and put away the nails that had just touched Lu Yun's waist.

"My little sister is very good."

"You said that the man did appear, but he stayed here for a day and left, little sister, you were late."

There are many sword cultivators walking in the outside world, and under normal circumstances, sect disciples will not casually reveal their identities.

This woman is indeed her second senior brother, but it can be seen that the other party does not know that he is a disciple of the Tibetan Sword Sect.

"Does my sister know where he went?"

She continued to ask, and saw the woman in front of her covering her mouth and smiling.

"Oh, how do I know, I guess I went where I was supposed to go." The malice in this sentence is blatant.

The other party stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch Lu Yun's cheek, Lu Yun took a step back, took out the tail needle and stared at the other party.

"Tsk, my little sister is so ruthless."

"I'll know that anyway, but I can give you one more piece of news."

She approached Lu Yun and leaned beside her in a cold tone: "If you don't want to die, just leave quickly, the person who took you back......"

"Hahaha!"

It seemed that she was revealing some news to Lu Yun, but after saying half of it, the woman left with a smile.

Cutting off the news in the middle of the road makes people feel aggrieved and panicked.

Lu Yun didn't chase after him.

There were a lot of strange eyes around, and Lu Yun carefully looked at the situation of those ghost cultivators.

The Yin Soul Village is actually not very big, and the ghost cultivation in the cultivation realm is not limited to this place.

No matter what path you take, it will become more and more difficult to cultivate later, and if a ghost cultivator wants to improve his cultivation, the resentment required is very huge.

Although there are many dead people in the mass graves outside this Yin Ghost Village, most of them are ordinary people, and the grievances they can provide are limited.

Lu Yun remembered that it was those fresh corpses again.

The ghost cultivators in this seem to be preying on each other, or...... Hunting is her existence.

In this way, it is reasonable for these people to look at themselves.

But this kind of behavior is rare in ghost cultivation.

Perhaps, all this is because of the unknown changes here.

As for Meng Lin, the man said that the second senior brother left, but the meaning in those words was obviously even more serious.

What she could know was that Meng Lin was indeed not in the Yin Soul Village, but the place he went to had something to do with it.

Thinking about it, Lu Yun continued to inquire in this village.

Without the news of Meng Lin, I heard some things.

"Tomorrow will come."

"Well, it's coming, it's coming."

"I've heard a lot of people."

Tomorrow there will be people from the Ghost Village, and there will be quite a few of them?

As he walked, Lu Yun came to a place similar to an ancestral hall, but there was no one guarding it, and the door was open.

There is no spiritual seat in it, only a coffin.

It is also normal that there are coffins in the ghost village.

The coffin is a fine blood wood, the material is very good, the coffin is pressed with a few red ropes, the tail of the rope hangs down close to the ground, and some copper coins are hanging.

Those copper coins are not ordinary objects, they are all spiritual weapons.

And there are many formations carved on the coffin, Lu Yun is not proficient in formations, but he knows that some of these formations are used to fix the soul.

Even the blood wood is used to nourish the soul.

Who is in this coffin?

The lid of the coffin was not closed, and curiosity was born in my heart.

Take a step forward and see the situation inside.

Inside lay a woman, very young, less than twenty years old, dressed in red as beautiful as a bride.

The woman's delicate face, eyes closed, hands clasped on the abdomen, elegant and dignified.

The man looked as if he was sleeping in a coffin, with the vitality of a living person.

But this man ...... Didn't breathe.

The coffin is placed here, and you can see it when you pass by, as if to tell everyone that there is a secret here, let her explore.

Closer, closer, see clearly, see clearly.

There was an idea clamoring in his heart, but Lu Yun stood indifferent.

This is a trap to put on the bright side.

Lu Yun chose not to jump.

She left the ancestral hall, and the moment she stepped out, a person appeared inside, it was the middle-aged man.

It's a shame.

Muttering in his mouth, his eyes as he looked at the coffin were full of sarcasm.

The man wiped a handful on the woman's face, and his hand still wanted to go down, but he quickly stopped thinking of something.

"Tsk, trouble."

He closed the coffin, and the red thread pulled the copper coin, swaying in the empty room.

The wind blows the candles, the fire is weak, and the woman in the coffin falls into a sweet dream, but the dead have no dreams.

The night of the Ghost Village came earlier than the outside world.

As soon as Lu Yun returned to the small courtyard, the sky was completely dark, and in the courtyard, the man showed a kind smile to Lu Yun.

"I'm back."

"Hmm."

asked and answered, like a companion, but when Lu Yun passed by the other party, the other party suddenly struck out and grabbed Lu Yun's heart with one claw.

And Lu Yun was prepared.

The short sword separated the opponent's hand, and Lu Yun widened the distance and stood on the roof.

The other party relieved himself, and even led himself to the place where the coffin was placed, all on purpose.

"Tsk, you found out?"

The man pouted, dissatisfied.

Lu Yun was silent and did not answer, the tail and back needles were horizontal in front of him, looking at each other quietly.

"Don't you wonder who is in that coffin?"

"She knows the person you want to find."

The man said the news that Lu Yun wanted, and the corners of his mouth curved upward, forming a distorted smile.

"You're not a ghost cultivator, are you?"

The gloomy and compassionate eyes seemed to be enough to expose all of Lu Yun's hiding.

Lu Yun was still silent, his hand moved quickly, and the shadow of the dragon flashed, and he appeared in front of the man.

The other party's cultivation is actually only in the late stage of Jindan, but compared to Cao Yu's half-hanging, the other party is a real late Jindan monk.

After the moves were matched, Lu Yun did feel the pressure, but it was only pressure.

If you miss a blow, you will turn around and retreat to find a new flaw, this is Lu Yun's style of play.

In this gloomy ghost village, coupled with the arrival of night, the dragon shadow provides Lu Yun with absolute speed, and Lu Yun, who is holding the tail needle, is like a ghost in the shadows, ghostly and cruel.

"Well, I don't doubt your identity now."

After being attacked by Lu Yun several times, the man denied his speculation.

Ghost cultivation, most of the methods are treacherous, as long as the goal can be achieved, sneak attacks are not uncommon.

"I thought you were a disciple of some sect outside?"

The man continued to speak, reaching out in the darkness and pinpointing towards where Lu Yun was hiding.

Lu Yun, who was found, was not angry.

She knew that the other party was trying to break her defenses with words, so that her heart would be shaken.

The two of them cultivated to the same realm, and the small realms separated by each other were not insurmountable in Lu Yun's eyes.

Her breathing became light, her waist hooked, her fingers drooping naturally, like a cat that had always been agile, her eyes hidden in the darkness, flashing sparks at a certain moment.

She moved again.