After half a cup of tea, Sun Zikai waited for a disciple, and the disciple first greeted him for a few words before saying, "The master of the Fuzhe Sect allows you to go out once." ”

Sun Zikai immediately went to Cui Qingrui's residence, there were only three people in the house, Cui Qingrui, Ma Dairan and Fu Zhe, and even the courtyards outside the house were emptied.

The expressions of the three people were different, Sun Zikai took a breath, and when he saw the emotions of the three people, he probably guessed something in his heart. Cui Qingrui was puzzled by the purpose of the ghost appearing here, Fu Zhe was worried about Sun Zikai's safety, and Ma Dairan was not gloating, but seemed to see through all the contempt, and he was suspicious of the strong man hidden behind Sun Zikai.

He told the conversation between himself and the man, and explained the corpse in the pool of blood.

Cui Qingrui said: "You are right, there are spies from other sects in the sect, if they see it, Yan Mingzong's crime of assassinating the elite disciples of other sects will be confirmed, this may be the purpose of the ghost." ”

"The disciple believes that the top priority is to transfer those corpses and blood to the appropriate place, and dump all the things in Xia Keshan on the ghosts."

Cui Qingrui also thought so, but at this time Ma Dairan said: "If you don't move, you can enter the urn if you move, and now only this kid is the only one who sees the demon, that is to say, whether the ghost has come is still an uncertain thing, and what those people outside the door want to know is not what we are going to do, but why the ghost is coming." ”

Fu Zhe nodded, agreeing with Ma Dairan's point of view, and said: "Paper can't contain fire, that pool of blood corpses can't be transported out so easily, it doesn't matter what the ghost does, as long as the news of its appearance in Yan Ming Sect is verified, Yan Ming Sect will fall into passivity, and the major sects will not listen to our explanation." ”

Half an hour later, Sun Zikai was disgraced and walked out of the door with Ma Dairan by the neck.

Many elders and disciples gathered in front of the gate, Ma Guanzheng and Wu Lanmu and other sect masters were also there, and Ma Dairan threw a spell on the ground.

Everyone looked at it, and someone whispered: "Isn't this a forbidden technique that was abandoned by Man Qianlou?" ”

Ma Dairan pointed to Sun Zikai's head and sneered: "Fu Zhe's good apprentice, sneaked into the back room of Man Qian Building, stole the evil art out, and leaked out of the horse's feet when practicing qi, hehehe, he was beaten and told the truth, what kind of bullshit, you are the same as your unobtrusive master, there is a stupid word painted on your face, the sect master has an order, punish Sun Zikai to go to the Zhonglielou to copy the sacrificial text a hundred times, and then think about it behind closed doors in his room, and he is not allowed to go out for two months, ...... It's ridiculous. ”

Ma Dairan flicked his sleeves and left, and Fu Zhe then walked out, with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel, and glared at the apprentice angrily.

Wu Lanmu called Fu Zhe and asked him if it was true or not, Fu Zhe was furious, nodded, kicked the spell on the ground away, and left.

Everyone realized it later, only then did they find out that it was an oolong, it's right to think about it, he Yan Mingzong is not someone else's back garden, that ghostly person can still say that he can enter, this Sun Zikai really did a stupid thing that was embarrassing.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed in a hurry, and Sun Zikai silently walked back to Anshengju, on the way, Runan also specially checked with Sun Zikai again, Sun Zikai's acting skills are extremely high, and his emotions of not being swept away from the floor are extremely realistic, and Runan left with confidence.

Hundreds of times the sacrificial text was copied down, from day to dusk, at night, holding a lamp in his hand, Sun Zikai walked out of the Martyrs' Building, and came to Anshengju tiredly, he was suddenly stunned, his heart was tightened, he panicked, and immediately pushed the door and rushed in, there was a small table in the courtyard, Feng Yueyi and Jiang Yujin were lying at the table, and the ghost and demon who knocked on his door during the day were sitting at the table.

The man smiled evilly and said, "Why did you come?" ”

Sun Zikai sensed the vitality of Jiang Yujin and Feng Yueyi, they were still alive.

Walking to the table, Sun Zikai sat down, faced the man, and then said coldly: "Look for me twice, what's the matter." ”

The man smiled and asked, "Where are the things in the pool?" ”

"What's in the pool? Don't understand what you're talking about. ”

"Hahaha, little ghost."

Judging from the aura, this person's realm should have passed the foundation, and the demon continued: "You don't want to stay here, let me go, I know how many people you have killed, hehehe, it's a pity that you haven't killed as much as me, you and I don't belong to this kind of place, come with me, go ghost." ”

Sun Zikai turned his head to look at Jiang Yujin, he noticed that the aura on his body was a little weird, and the man said when he saw this: "I'm about to die, it's blood poison, my unique secret recipe, no one can save it, don't worry, follow me, you can have any woman you want in the future, that is the proof that you are a ghost to the miscellaneous people, hehe." ”

Sun Zikai turned his head, his gaze became very indifferent, and he said calmly: "Where is the ghost?" ”

"Everywhere." The man didn't realize that his energy and vitality had been being withdrawn, and his voice gradually turned from loud to pale and weak.

The man sensed the change and touched his throat, only to find that his hands were full of wrinkles.

He thought he had fallen into the illusion, and praised: "You are really surprising, you are a good seedling of ghosts, I still have something to do, you take this, follow the direction it points to, and you can get to the ghost gate." ”

He took out a compass, and the pointer was not pointing south, but seemed to point to the ghostly base camp.

Sun Zikai understood that this was not a gift but an order, and those who refused would not live past the next breath.

Sun Zikai took the compass and said indifferently: "Thank you." Then he swept his hand and got up and walked towards Jiang Yujin.

The man covered his neck in shock, blood kept gushing, he shouldn't have been hit by such a crude means, he could have turned into a blood mist, but his body was nearly fifty years old, and he couldn't even condense his aura.

The hoarse voice was drowned in the night, and the demon man could not have imagined that he would fold here, and after more than a dozen breaths, the white-haired old man fell into the blood.

And Sun Zikai helped Jiang Yujin up, unbuttoned Jiang Yujin's shirt, pressed his hand on his chest, and poured a lot of energy, but he couldn't remove the poison in his blood.

Sun Zikai quickly had an idea, and operated the "Wumadhi Jiawu Free Fire Technique", driving the Wumadhi True Fire into Jiang Yujin's body, fighting poison with poison, the scorching fire really burned the poison to the ground, but Jiang Yujin is water, this move is tantamount to suicide, Sun Zikai did not hesitate, divided a lot of his own vitality, saved her life, and then, with the same method, he saved Feng Yueyi.

Before the two of them could wake up, he ransacked the demon and burned it with mortal fire, as if nothing had happened before.