The iron-masked man said in his heart: Sure enough, there are accomplices, but I don't know what the origin of this group is, whether they are thieves who came here by chance, or they are specifically here for the things in the soul lock bell.

With a turn of the back of his hand, the blood refining bow was put into his body, paced to Qing Huan, bent down, stretched out his pale and bloodless hand, and his fingertips stroked Qing Huan's cheek and took a drop of her blood.

Qing Huan couldn't help but shudder, and through his fingertips, there was a cool feeling, a dead cold.

Beads of blood slid through the fingertips of the iron-masked man, flowing downstream, only to see him retract his five fingers, and black smoke appeared, filling the entire palm, and then dissipating from the cracks between his fingers.

After finishing the matter, the iron-masked man's thumb rubbed his middle finger lightly and ordered: "Find that person, take the soul lock bell back, and hand it to me, otherwise..."

Qing Huan lifted her hand sleeves, and a blood-colored mark appeared on her wrist inexplicably, which looked like a flower on the other side, and she asked in the spirit of curiosity: "What is this?" ”

"Divorce. ”

"What?" Qing Huan looked confused, what was the divorce, why did it print on her hand, and said unabashedly: "Who has a relationship with you." ”

The corners of the iron-masked man's mouth twitched, his eyes were a little unnatural, and he explained: "Separation is one of the blood curses, using blood as a curse, after planting it on the host, the person who placed the curse uses it as a system to control and contain it. ”

"How to control it?"

"It's not complicated, just take the love spell in your hand, if you try to escape, or don't complete the task, bring me back the soul lock bell, within a week, the meridians of your whole body will be blocked, the blood will coagulate, two weeks, the blood vessels and meridians will be broken, at most three weeks, around you is an immortal body, and it is difficult to escape the fate of bleeding from the seven orifices and the collapse of the original spirit. The man in the iron mask said slowly.

Qing Huan gasped, so miserable, he was still worried about his life, and hurriedly said: "If I put that... Lock... The Soul Locking Bell is given to you, and you can get rid of this love curse?"

The man in the iron mask nodded.

Qing Huan had a bitter face, where was she going to find some broken bells, maybe it was really stolen by someone before she came in, and it was really unlucky enough for her to be affected by this black cauldron, to say that her luck was really good and bad at this time, and it was unpredictable at all.

As soon as she wanted to ask about the details of the bell, she felt that the iron-masked man was tense, his face was serious, and then he didn't know where to go.

Qing Huan was stunned, I don't know why, to say that there is no one around now, it is really a good time to escape, but there is a "love spell" planted on the wrist, and it is useless to leave, I have to find a way to deceive that person, solve this ghost thing, and then slip away.

She thought back to all the actions of the man after entering the secret room, when did he find that the soul lock bell was missing?

It seemed like after he shook the other bell in his hand.

Did he behave in any way when he rang the bell?

It seems like... It has been facing due east, and due east is where the crystal coffin is, by the way, after he came in, he seemed to have checked the talisman seal on the crystal coffin, could it be that the bell was sealed in the crystal coffin, and then disappeared?

Qing Huan called out the spiritual power, first tested the power of the rune seal, carefully observed the rune seal on the crystal coffin, at first glance there was nothing on the rune paper, and there were no runes, but when the spiritual power acted on the rune paper, it could be vaguely seen that there were actually runes on it, but it was transparent and not very clear.

The biggest taboo of going to Fu Kai Coffin is that he is afraid of disturbing the things inside, whether it is good or evil, therefore, Qing Huan set up a Shangqing exorcism magic circle in advance as a precaution, hoping that the things inside are not too evil, otherwise, her crappy magic circle will not be able to support it for long.

After getting ready, she snapped her fingers, and several talisman seals that mainly sealed the lid of the coffin fell off, and the enchantment that wrapped the crystal coffin opened a hole, but she still couldn't see clearly, what was inside, and in desperation, Qing Huan had no choice but to use the old method, psychic.

When her hand touched the crystal coffin, her entire consciousness was pulled over, and she did not notice that her "snow cloud fan" came out of her body and hovered over the crystal coffin again.

Qing Huan entered the psychic world, rubbed her eyes, and slowly regained the Qingming in front of her, before she could see it clearly, she heard a sharp and piercing cymbal sound in her ears, followed by the sound of dong dong drums, majestic, deep and shocking, the sticks rose and fell, and the drums sounded in unison, but maybe she was too close, only to feel deafening, buzzing, after retreating farther away, it was better.

It turned out that this was a stage building, and the audience was full, with happy smiles on their faces, all to see the famous characters through the ages.

"If you want to say that Du Xiaolou, a famous actor in the capital, opened his voice, it was a singing of the four, and the aftermath was lingering. ”

"Yes, where the world can hear it, it's simply extraterritorial. ”

“......”

Du Xiaolou and Qing Huan remembered this name in her heart.

Suddenly, the musicians and the people who came to listen to the play, including the stage utensils, tables, chairs and benches, all disappeared, and instantly became very deserted, the ground was full of dead leaves, a sign of decay, and then saw that the stage was empty, she was anxious, and before she could see the beauty of the famous character through the ages, she could smell the voice of the heavenly sound, why was it all gone?

"I'm a play, ruthless is better than affectionate......"

Who, who is talking? Qing Huan looked around blankly, but there was no one in sight.

"How to match your green plum boiled wine, pen and ink Danqing. ”

The voice seemed to come from behind her, and when she turned around, there was a woman standing on the stage with her back to her, with water sleeves and long clothes, the breeze flew by, and the light veil was good at dancing.

On the woman's uplet, the golden hairpin inserted in the bun seemed to be a little familiar, and she just wanted to get closer and see more clearly, when suddenly a gust of wind rose, covering everything.

It turned out to be the "Snow Cloud Fan", Qing Huan grabbed the handle of the fan, and his consciousness returned to his body.

Almost at the same time, the man in the iron mask suddenly appeared, carrying a woman at his hand.

Seeing a few talismans falling on the ground, the iron-masked man's face turned pale, and it was a blow to Qing Huan that could not be said, and Qing Huan hurriedly dodged.

The iron-masked man drew a few more talismans, pasted them on the crystal coffin, and strengthened a few more barriers, and after doing this, he said to Qing Huan extremely fiercely: "You are so bold, how dare you open the coffin! ”

The eyes were gloomy, the blood refining bow reappeared, the tip of the arrow pointed directly at Qing Huan, and the intention of killing was boiling.

"I didn't open the coffin. Qing Huan stubbornly explained, "It's not that you have to ask me to find you some broken bell..."

"So... I thought, will the thing you want to find be put in the same place, just like the last time, I lost a jade pen, thousands of searches, I can't find it, but later, guess where I found it..."I asked myself, "This pen is actually hanging on the pen stand, you say that the angry person is not angry, this may be the often said black under the lamp." Qing Huan said with a hippie smile, trying to fool the past.

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