Song Mingting took a few steps forward, and Guo Jingyi, Liu Xiaoxiao, and the other girls frowned involuntarily, and subconsciously took a step back, obviously a little uncomfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although Qian Mo and the men did not retreat, they did not step forward.

No way, these people's deaths are too scary. So the only ones who really didn't care about coming forward were Song Mingting and Su Ningshuang.

Su Ningshuang, a young girl, didn't feel any discomfort in the face of these horrible corpses. Should it be said that it is because genius is always unexpected?

When Song Mingting looked at Su Ningshuang, Su Ningshuang also looked at Song Mingting, and she was also a little surprised by Song Mingting's calmness.

After Song Mingting glanced at Su Ningshuang, he focused his attention on the corpse. Although there are many ways to drain people's essence, there are subtle differences in the symptoms formed by different methods. And this can only be seen by experienced people.

Song Mingting snapped out a wisp of sword qi with his fingers, cutting a small cut in the arm of one of the corpses.

The flesh is cut open, revealing the muscles, and occasionally a dull cyan can be seen on the shriveled muscles.

"It's a ghost. Song Mingting and Su Ningshuang's voices sounded almost at the same time.

Su Ningshuang glanced at Song Mingting unexpectedly, and then said: "It was the Charm that killed these people, only the Charm will form dark cyan spots in the body after absorbing the essence of the person. ”

"It's a ghost?" the others were taken aback.

The charm is a kind of spirit, a kind of monster, it is transformed by the strange atmosphere of the mountains and forests, the body of a human-faced beast, one-handed and one-legged, and the formed charm is at least the strength of picking a week, and the deep charm can even match the power of the first phase, and it is not impossible to ascend to the fairy world.

"But, isn't that right?" Bai Yingying raised her eyebrows slightly, suspicious, "The charm doesn't have the ability to let the peach blossom miasma expand wildly. ”

Others also thought it made sense.

"It's a suspicion, but these people must have died at the hands of the ghost. Su Ningshuang affirmed.

At this time, Zhang Hualing walked in. Su Ningshuang asked, "Which elder did the master send over?"

Song Mingting also set his sights on Zhang Hualing, but he didn't expect that it would be an acquaintance who was coming.

"It's Uncle Yanxia. Zhang Hualing replied.

Su Ningshuang nodded, and then said: "At present, the purpose of the fox demon is still unknown, so for the sake of safety, let's not enter the peach blossom miasma again, and wait for Uncle Yanxia to come." ”

Everyone stayed in the Sword Pavilion of Taohuacheng County.

Night fell, and soon it was night, Song Mingting closed his eyes, sat on the bed, and made a meditating appearance.

On the other bed, Qian Mo's mouth kept talking, and he said something in fragments, at first Song Mingting replied with a sentence or two, but then he simply didn't say anything.

Qian Mo said that no one responded for a long time, so he closed his mouth and began to cultivate.

Song Mingting and his party were too numerous, and the guest rooms in the County Sword Pavilion were not enough, so they could only arrange a room for two people.

The moon was as cool as water, and Qian Mo quickly immersed himself in cultivation. And Song Mingting on the side seemed to be meditating and cultivating, but in fact he was not, he was actually performing the technique of mayfly sustenance and cultivating gods.

Song Mingting's secret luck method, the mayfly sent the technique of planting gods.

The heavens and the earth shook, and suddenly fell silent, and the idea of a mayfly that seemed to be colorful but was actually formless and substantial rushed out of Song Mingting's body like a crazy aquatic weed, surging in all directions.

With such a vision, Qian Mo, who was next to Song Mingting, was unaware of it.

The thought of the mayfly flew through the roof and the wall, and flew in all directions, and the wisps of mayfly thought were like ghosts scattered and flying in all directions, with the county sword pavilion as the center, and began to surge in all directions.

The whizzing thought of the mayfly went straight through the walls and began to look at the past from house to house. Suddenly, hundreds of pictures from different perspectives and directions began to flash in front of Song Mingting's eyes.

Hundreds of mayflies whizzed through the city. After a dozen breaths, the thoughts of mayflies in other directions suddenly disintegrated, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only a few wisps of mayfly thought lingered in front of a window.

The few remaining wisps of mayfly thought faintly approached, and finally merged into a thicker mayfly thought.

Inner city, county sword pavilion, guest rooms.

Found it! Song Mingting secretly breathed a sigh of relief. At this stage, the burden of activating the Mayfly Seed God Remembrance Technique is still too much for him.

In the room, Ji Wanqiu was sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the touching charm on her body had completely converged and become much more ordinary. And beside Ji Wanqiu, there was a man who looked like a casual cultivator, who was also meditating and cultivating.

The man was dark-skinned, lean and handsome, and dressed ordinarily, no different from all the casual cultivators who were crawling at the bottom of the monastic realm.

County Sword Pavilion, guest room.

A smile appeared on the corner of Song Mingting's mouth: Brother Sanshang, I haven't seen you for a long time.

That's right, Ji Wanqiu has a husband, and her husband is still an extremely ordinary casual cultivator, even after a few decades, the cultivation is only a week, and now, of course, the cultivation is even lower. And Sister Late Autumn's husband is the man in front of her - Zhao Shenshang.

He actually couldn't understand why Ji Wanqiu would find such an ordinary husband, maybe this is love, he doesn't know much about this. In his "previous life", he only cared about escape and revenge, and he had no time to care about any love or love.

However, although Zhao Shenshang is not strong, he is a good person, smart, stable and warm-hearted. In his "last life", although he didn't want to make him a big trouble at first, he didn't resist Ji Wanqiu in the end, took him in, and treated him very well during his injury. This is already a very rare thing for a casual cultivator.

Zhao Shenshang was willing to take him in at such a big risk, and he could only say that he really loved Sister Wanqiu miserably.

Song Mingting was thinking about it here, and on the other side, the thought of a mayfly floated through the window and into the house.

What he has to do now is to warn the two of them, because now Ji Wanqiu's cultivation is only in the Melting Moon Period, and dealing with him and Su Ningshuang is naturally lightweight, and he can easily escape, but he will not be able to deal with Yanxia Dao people.

So he needs to warn the other party, lest the flood wash away the Dragon King Temple.

The thought of the mayfly entered the house, and Ji Wanqiu and Zhao Shenshang were unaware. But when the thought of the mayfly drilled into the vase on the side and began to dip the water in the vase, Ji Wanqiu noticed it, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

Zhao Shenshang on the side noticed the movement, opened his eyes, and said with concern: "What's wrong?"

Ji Wanqiu shook his head, and then motioned for him to look at the vase with a serious expression.

The flowers in the vase were moving without wind, Zhao Shenshang's expression changed slightly, and with a move of his hand, he summoned the flying sword to his hand, and then flashed in front of Ji Wanqiu, protecting her behind him.

A soft color flashed on Ji Wanqiu's face.

Soon, the shaking of the flower branch stopped, but immediately after, a string of water flew out of the vase.