Although there were many high-rollers besieging in the temple, none of them were masters of good force. Qinghe and I didn't want to fight you to the death, so we took advantage of a gap to break through the encirclement and leave everyone behind.

The sky above the barren forest was white and foggy, and a few rays of light leaked from the branches and leaves of the forest, and I ran for several miles in a row, and Qinghe took me to stop.

The one-eyed old clock was discovered, the barren forest was tracked, Ma Jian'er was suddenly found, the one-eyed old clock disappeared, and his identity was revealed...... So much has happened in just one night. The one-eyed old bell seems to know some of the inside story of the war that year, but he stops every time he wants to speak, and he is extremely defensive against outsiders. And the traitor among the seven people he said, I don't know how credible it is.

Everything about the Demon King Ling Tianjun became more and more confusing, just like the foggy wild forest that the two of us were in right now, and were about to wake up. Since I had no clue and couldn't find a way out in the forest for the time being, Qinghe and I leaned against a big rock and rested and reviewed.

He had been furrowing his eyebrows since he escaped from the ruined temple, and I don't know if I was too worried, but his face seemed to be worse than usual.

"Qinghe, what else do you know about the Jingshui War?"

He shook his head with a slightly wry smile, "Although Yun Niangniang is my senior sister, she left the school very early. That year, they met to fight Jingshui, and I could only stay in the hall to memorize the teacher's training. Later, I had a hurried meeting with my senior sister, and she told me that Ling Tianjun was very likely to fake his death. ”

"Did she say anything else to you?"

He still shook his head slightly.

"The one-eyed old bell said that among the seven masters of the year, one person was a traitor. Your senior sister...... Yun Niangniang, didn't say a word about traitor?"

"She really never talked about it. Qinghe's eyes froze, and he said slowly while thinking, "Liushan Zhenren died inexplicably after the war, your master Mo Shang Sang'an founded Mo Shang Villa in Jinling, the old man Brown became a half-madman next to Mumo Lake at the foot of Xiancheng Mountain, and the rest of the old lady Gong, Ma Shiyou, Wutouqing and my senior sister retired to the rivers and lakes and disappeared. ”

"In this way, the one who has the least information to remain mysterious is the most likely to be a traitor. ”

Qinghe seemed to have a different opinion, "Ah Qi, why are you so sure that the one-eyed old bell is telling the truth?"

I was stunned for a moment, and listened to him continue.

"I always thought that he said that he knew all this when he hid in the dark of the ruined temple and peeked at it. No matter how embarrassed the seven masters who suddenly broke in, they couldn't close their spiritual sense, and no one noticed that there was another big living person hidden in the temple. And Ling Tianjun, who came later, since he had designed to poison the Seven Great Masters, how could he leave eyes and ears to publicize for him in the future? ”

"You mean, the corpse picker we saw earlier wasn't really the one-eyed old clock, and he was lying to us?"

"I'm not sure. From the outside, there is no doubt that he is a one-eyed old clock. I'm just afraid that he is not only hiding something from us, but also plotting against us. His tone was deeply worried, "And that pocky ......"

As he said this, Qinghe suddenly stopped speaking, grabbed his chest with one hand, frowned, and his expression became very painful.

"Qinghe, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that his cheeks were becoming more and more pale, fine beads of sweat appeared on the top of his forehead, the green tendons on his neck were exposed, his eyebrows were gradually graying, and even his wheezing was rapid. The bad premonition before turned out to be right, and I panicked, and was about to caress his back and give him some true qi.

"No, Aqi, don't ......" Qinghe quickly turned around and grabbed my hand, a few drops of sweat fell on the back of my hand, and he said to me in a soft and deep voice, "It's useless...... What I am in is, it is Gu medicine. ”

For a moment, I felt a chill on my back, and a cold sweat broke out in his palm.

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