It's night.

The blood moon was hidden, and there were sparse sounds in the air from time to time, I don't know if it was the sound of the wind or the whispers of ghosts.

A figure shrouded in darkness stood quietly in front of a sleeping hall, and for a long time, a voice came from inside the room.

"Who's out there?"

"It's me. ”

Jiang Yu pulled down his black robe, revealing his clear face, Xu had been with Yan Qing for a long time, his voice was deliberately lowered, and he was a little more dull and solemn.

"Is that you?" the old dragon king pushed open the door, his face was shocked, and the dragon's beard also floated a little.

Jiang Yu bowed slightly, and gestured sideways: "Take a step to speak?"

What the hell is this human kid going on?

For the first time, the old dragon king looked up and down at the young man in front of him, his face suspicious.

As everyone knows, Jiang Yu at this time is communicating with his friends very happily in his mind.

"Xiao Qi, how does the strength of the Dragon King compare to you?"

"It's good to be the head of a clan, but if you go to the ghost prison, you ...... That's it......"

"Which one?"

"Ahem, it's so much stronger than me...... A little bit. ”

Jiang Yu chuckled: "Yes, then I'll rest assured." ”

Xiao Qi: "?"

Should she tell this humble master that the 100 million points are the gap between the ghost king and the ghost general?

"When I controlled that ghost soldier before, I found a very interesting thing, I didn't use much of my own ability, but instead stole the power of this heaven and earth, the ghost vein, not so much the art of controlling ghosts, but a medium to communicate this heaven and earth, like, this?"

He turned around suddenly, and his reddened eyes fell directly into the old dragon king's impatient pupils.

When the original dark eyes turned into blood red, and then turned into wine red after deep precipitation, it seemed to overflow with a demagogic aroma of wine, and together with the man's whispered muttering, it controlled the ghost's mind—

"Tell me, everything you know about Bai Muqing. ”

The old dragon king's pupils gradually dilated: "Bai Muqing, is a medical cultivator found by this king by chance, because there has been a case of curing plague, I hereby invite him to become the doctor of our clan." ”

"Do you have complete trust in him?"

"Not really. Although his arrival allowed our people to be treated, there was also a slight impropriety, which made it difficult for the king to feel at ease. ”

"Oh? ”

"Recently, especially after his arrival, for some reason, more of our people have been afflicted with the plague. ”

From this point of view, I am afraid that the Beihai clan is just a chess piece used in Bai Muqing's hands, and it has nothing to do with his murder.

A crisp snap of his fingers made the old dragon king's mind instantly sober, and almost at the same time, his face sank, and the horror in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Thou, Thou art ......"

Interrupting the other party easily, Jiang Yu smiled gently while holding the throat of fate:

"I'm sorry, introduce myself, I'm your collaborator, Jiang Yu. ”

......

A drop of clear water drops into the heart lake, and it can create never-ending ripples.

Yan Qing woke up from meditation, he carefully felt the fluctuations faintly coming from the air, got up, put on the abyss, and in silence, he finally stopped hesitating.

Because the familiar fluctuation almost arrogantly told him:

Jiang Ziyu, he's here.

......

The dungeon of the North Sea Dragons, located next to a deep underground river.

The faint spirit of fire gathered around Jiang Yu, lighting up a small space, and he walked cautiously in this dungeon, his ears filled with the painful moans of dragon ghosts, the frantic roars of losing their minds, and the sound of cuffs and chains pulling wrists and ankles as he walked back and forth.

This dungeon is all imprisoned by dragon ghosts who riot during the day.

Jiang Yu walked all the way to the center of the dungeon before stopping. His index finger and middle finger were pressed together, lightly touching the center of his eyebrows, and a wave of invisible ripples hit the dragon ghosts around him, accompanied by his low groan:

"Shhhh......h

"Keep it quiet......"