How terrible it is to hurt all the impermanence like this.

Meng Liang couldn't help but hint that he was calm, and began to think about countermeasures. Bai Wuchang's expression gradually calmed down, thinking that it was her own appeasement that had played a role, so she began to get to the point.

"Just now I checked here a few times according to the mystery in that house. ”

Bai Wuchang floated to the center of the courtyard. With a wave of his hand, the grass and soil on the ground flew up silently, very defying gravity in the stagnant air. There is a six-foot square hole in the ground, and due to the angle, the depth is not visible. However, judging from the amount of soil in the air, the pit is quite deep.

Meng Liangliang was stunned when he saw this. It's a rhythm to discover something!

But is the time now?

Not really!

Su Xiaonuan is still upstairs, and the helper has not yet been found. If there's a danger to something about to be discovered, the best thing to do now is to stay put.

Meng Liang cleared his throat and confirmed to Bai Wuchang in a low and clear voice, "Brother Xie, is it dangerous?"

Without waiting for Bai Wuchang to react, Meng Liangliang said again: "If it's dangerous, let's explore and study it tomorrow." The hero does not suffer the immediate loss, finds all the helpers, discusses the plan and then acts. Plan and then act, invincible. You're right. ”

Without waiting for Bai Wuchang to react, Meng Liangliang's words continued to flow out, "Is this matter related to that catastrophe?" If so, it is related to the order of the Heavenly Dao. I have to report to the above?—— who to report, what's the fastest way?"

Speaking of this, Meng Liangliang finally stopped talking. Bai Wuchang finally found an opportunity to speak, and began to answer her first question. "I can't remember it all. After a pause, he said, "What the Divine Monarch said is reasonable, so it's better to be cautious. ”

With the words, he floated back to Meng Liangliang's side.

Meng Liangliang breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the pit and opened his mouth to say something. Without waiting for her to speak, Bai Wuchang hurriedly gave an explanation, "If the judgment is correct, the mysteries are buried underground." ”

She was also curious about this question, but this is not what she wanted to say now. Meng Liangliang shook her head, and as soon as she spoke, Bai Wuchang's voice sounded first, as if it was deliberately preventing her from speaking.

"I've just checked it a few times, and this place corresponds to a special star orientation, very similar to the house I've been to. At the time......"

Speaking of the key point, Bai Wuchang suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was out of control, and something was constantly surging under his eyes.

Meng Liangliang found a gap to speak, but looking at Bai Wuchang's appearance, it seemed that he was stuck in memory. Those memories should be important, or better not to disturb. As for the question she wanted to make...... Meng Liangliang turned his head to look at the six-foot-square pit - do it yourself.

Dig pits and backfill good youth.

What's more, the pit is in your own yard.

The two notebooks given by Jiang and Ling Xiao reached the level of proficiency in reciting the full text. At this moment, a little search has found a coping spell. Fill in the pits, move things in the air, small meaning.

After a pinching of the fingers of embarrassment, the divine power accurately overcame the dirt, silently pressing the dirt back into the pit. Since Bai Wuchang does not have obsessive-compulsive disorder, when digging a pit, instead of removing a mud cube squarely, he let the soil float freely and uninhibitedly. Therefore, when Meng Liangliang backfilled, he couldn't restore his original state, the new mud and the old soil were mixed, and the plants that had only been trimmed by Su Xiaonuan during the day were also mixed in the soil.

No way, there is no such thing as restoration in either notebook. She uses teleportation, which is inevitable.

At this moment, Meng Liangliang felt that it was really a big trouble to sort out these flowers and plants overnight. Three seconds later she knew she was wrong. Everything in the world has a contrast, and compared to what she will face in three seconds, it is not worth mentioning what trouble it is to organize the flowers and plants.

What happened three seconds later. Three seconds later, when Meng Liangliang tried to fill in the soil with divine power, there was a sound in the ground. Because through a thick layer of earth, the voice was muffled and indistinct.

Suddenly, something that could not be seen or heard cracked. It's like a balloon that has been punctured by a needle, and when it pops open, the contents quickly disperse.

It looks like a ghost, but it's not a ghost.

Meng Liangliang stiffened. "Xie, Brother Xie, what's going on?"

Impermanence is impermanence in the end, and thousands of years of knowledge are not in vain. Bai Wuchang replied very calmly and calmly: "It is caused by the divine power of the Divine Monarch." The mystery here is very special, the immortals and demons cannot be broken, and the immortal cultivators in the world can't see the problem in the meantime. But in front of the gods, these mysteries are like paper paste, and they are very fragile. ”

So as soon as she was touched by divine power, she collapsed, even if she was unintentional.

Because of Bai Wuchang's words, and because of the calmness in his expression, Meng Liangliang relaxed a little. After a while, she had another question, "Brother Xie, can you remember that there is a connection between your injury and the catastrophe in the underworld, that is, the catastrophe that fell several gods of the underworld?"

"I don't remember much, but I seem to have some doubts. ”

Meng Liangliang stiffened again. If there is a doubt, it cannot be ruled out that there is no connection.

Pessimistic thinking: can cause catastrophe-level damage to the underworld, so that several gods of the underworld are sacrificed, once the front and side encounters, you can imagine what will happen to an unreliable her.

Be optimistic: no matter what kind of unknown mysterious existence it is, the mystery here is just an unintentional touch of a trace of divine power to dissolve and collapse, and it will not be too difficult to deal with.

I don't know if Bai Wuchang was touched by the mention of the fallen god of the underworld, or if he saw Meng Liangliang's expression change and tend to relax, lest she underestimate the enemy, he suddenly spoke: "Water droplets can pierce stones, sparks can burn the plains, and the power of ants can also destroy heavy mountains and giant trees." All things are not infallible and eternal, and neither are the gods. ”

The clouds in the sky moved slowly, and the moon wheel was half-hidden and a few rays of light flowed down. Out of nowhere, a bird flew out of nowhere, fluttering through the clouds. The night was quiet, and occasionally there was the sound of insects.

Nothing happened, but the rich aura that seemed to be ghostly and non-ghostly made Meng Liangliang feel at ease. The optimism that had just risen was dispelled by Bai Wuchang's words. Her heart was flustered, because she was nervous, and her thinking was a little confused.

She didn't know what would happen next, and she didn't know what to do at the moment, the only thing she knew for sure was that Su Xiaonuan must be sent away as soon as possible.

After briefly talking to Bai Wuchang about this, Meng Liangliang didn't say anything more, turned around and ran towards the house.

As soon as he stepped into the door, Meng Liangliang's pace slowed down involuntarily. The atmosphere in the room changed.

The moon rings had completely emerged from behind the clouds, and the moonlight shone into the hall through the glass windows, falling to the ground in a miserable white. All the things washed in the afternoon were dried on the first floor, and the fabrics were floating in the wind—but the windows were closed, and there was no such strong wind blowing in from outside the door.

The flyer was covered with a fluttering and flying that defied common sense, and behind him was a long-tongued ghost with a blue and white face. Meng Liangliang was scared. If she hadn't closed the window on the second floor and returned the lock she owed, she would definitely have withdrawn, flew directly from the yard to the second floor, and took Su Xiaonuan away.

If it was just if, the reality was that she would have to walk through the hall on the first floor and walk to the decorative wall on the other side before she could go upstairs.