The cold is pressing, and the dawn is gradually coming.

A smear of white appeared in the sky, the night slowly disappeared, and after squatting for a long time, his legs were a little sore, Qin Yi moved his body, and after the doors of several houses were pushed open, he left.

After staring at it for almost a night, there was nothing unbearable, although Qin Yi had some doubts in his heart, but it was best not to have an accident, and at the moment, he withdrew while the villagers had just woken up from their sleep.

Back in the courtyard, Qin Yi was lying on the bed, his eyes kept staring at the wall above, but his heart was thinking.

"Who is that person? It shouldn't be from the village, could it be the masked man in Hu Ling's mouth?"

However, it was already late at night, and the second half of the moon was covered by dark clouds, so I couldn't see the other side clearly, let alone see if the other side was wearing a mask.

And then something happened that broke the rare silence all at once.

..................

Hu Ling is dead!

He died peacefully, and he didn't see any scars on the surface, but his body was much thinner than what Qin Yi had seen before, as if he had been sucked flesh and blood, and it was not too much to say that it was skin and bones.

Hu Ling died, no one was too sad, but a person who was fine yesterday found out that he was dead today, and there was no news.

After hastily disposing of Hu Ling's body, the villagers returned to their homes again.

And because of Hu Ling's death, the family members of the men in the family who went to Yingjian Mountain and did not come back made trouble again, and they even found Qin Yi and asked him to go to Yingjian Mountain to find them.

This made Qin Yi feel a little embarrassed, what they said was that life is to see people and corpses, normally it is correct, but the current Eagle Stream Mountain is no longer the Eagle Stream Mountain of the past, there are many fierce beasts on it, and even a ninth-order fierce beast has emerged, if it is not for the failure of the catastrophe at the last moment, I am not sure whether Qin Yi himself can come back or not.

Therefore, in his heart, Qin Yi didn't want to go to Yingjian Mountain, at least for the time being.

But looking at their eager eyes, Qin Yi's heart softened a little, but he still didn't promise to go immediately, "It's very dangerous on Eagle Stream Mountain now, you'd better not take risks, I'll take a look at it later." ”

"Third uncle, aren't you a monk? Aren't all monks very powerful? ”

"Yes, Qin Yi, you are a monk now, and they are also your relatives, you can't die without help. ”

“............”

Statements like this have come and gone.

"If you know how powerful the monks are, why did you let them go in the first place!"

In the end, Qin Yi was really too lazy to talk nonsense with them, almost with the meaning of reprimand, he was already of high seniority, and some of the family members of those who were likely to have an accident were the same generation as him, and some were even two generations later than him.

Hearing that Qin Yi suddenly became so stern, they were all startled, and they didn't dare to say anything anymore, and at this time, they could only count on Qin Yi.

Although Hu Ling's death was not very big, Xishan Village was originally small, and a piece of news spread throughout the village after a while.

Squeak!

The closed door was pushed open, and Qin Yi jumped up from the stone table violently, thinking that a thief had forcibly entered the door and was about to attack, but after seeing the comer, he immediately put down his clenched fists.

"What is Hu Ling's death?"

The person who came was the village chief, but his face was a little serious at the moment, and he didn't have the kind of laughter and scolding in the past, sat on the stone table, and asked.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Yi was a little puzzled, although Hu Ling's death seemed a little strange, but in Qin Yi's heart, he had long wished that Hu Ling was dead, this kind of person was a scourge to stay in the world, and it was already very good that he didn't beat gongs and drums.

However, the village chief's fixed eyes made Qin Yi feel a little fried.

Squeak squeak!

At this moment, the little lazy hanger in the storage bag suddenly ran out, jumped onto the stone table, glared at the village chief with bared teeth, his long tail also stood high, and the hair on his body also stood up.

A hint of surprise flashed in the village chief's expression, and his serious expression disappeared, looking at Qin Yi, a familiar smile appeared on his face, and said, "It's not bad, how does it have to do with you?"

Qin Yi was also taken aback, the storage bag was like an undefended city wall for this little guy, he could go in if he wanted to, and he would come out if he wanted to, and he was more master than Qin Yi, the master.

The key is the state of the little guy at this time, the hateful eyes exuded a coercive momentum, which made him feel a little scared.

"The village bank can rest assured, it may have been a misunderstanding. Qin Yi hurriedly waved his hand, and at the same time persuaded: "Don't blow up, he is my future master, he won't do anything to me." ”

After hearing this, the little guy's long hair slowly loosened, and the long tail that stood up high also hung down, and his grinning face returned to its normal appearance, tilted his head to look at the village chief, and then took two steps back, swished, jumped up the tree, and returned to the nest he had built, but his head was exposed, and a pair of eyes stared straight at them.

The village chief looked at it, then glanced at the tree, his eyes narrowed slightly, then turned his head and asked, "What is Hu Ling's death?"

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, this topic turned a little too blunt, right?

However, this is exactly what Qin Yi thinks, after all, everyone will have secrets in their hearts, especially for monks, this is equivalent to a big cheat, the relationship between Qin Yi and the village chief has not gotten to that point, there are some things that Qin Yi intends to engrave in his mind for the rest of his life, and he will not say a word.

Hu Ling's death is not too miserable, but compared to his appearance before his death, it can be regarded as inhuman.

The village chief sat on the stone bench without any expression on his face, and after listening to Qin Yi's answer, his fingers lightly tapped on the stone table.

"What do you think?"

After knocking for a while, the village chief suddenly asked.

“............”

Qin Yi was stunned for a moment, how can you tell me to look at it, how else can I look at it?

"He doesn't have any wounds on his body......"

"Suicide?"

"Impossible!" Qin Yi immediately shook his head, he knew that Hu Ling was a person who usually looked arrogant, but in his bones he was a greedy person who was afraid of death, he could commit suicide, and Qin Yi had to believe that pigs could go up trees.

"Do you know why the aura of the East Pole Continent is slowly decreasing?"

The village chief sighed, raised his head slightly, and looked at the sky with both eyes, as if he wanted to take in the whole sky.

This topic is a little strange and huge, Qin Yi frowned slightly and shook his head.

An indescribable expression suddenly appeared on the village chief's face, as if he was missing, and as if he was experiencing some kind of pain, which made Qin Yi feel very strange, this was the first time he had seen the village chief show such a strange expression.

"The East Pole Continent used to have abundant spiritual energy and many monks, but later it ......"