Ye Qianqiu looked at the stone slip in his hand, inexplicably familiar.

Then the divine sense swept the contents of the stone slip, and instantly engraved it into Ye Qianqiu's memory. This way of conveying information is more advanced than many methods that Ye Qianqiu has seen.

On the stone slip of Moyi, there was also a method for carving the stone slip, obviously, she planned to let Ye Qianqiu use the same method to engrave the memory on the stone slip.

"Qianqiu, are they in danger?" Seeing Ye Qianqiu's solemn expression, Wei Lingkong was a little nervous.

"Second stunned, look at this, is it familiar?" Ye Qianqiu shook his head and handed the stone slip in his hand to Wei Lingkong.

Taking the stone slip, Wei Lingkong observed the stone slip very carefully. This stone is the size of a palm, the thickness is about the same as a hand, and the whole body is black, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a brick.

At first glance, Wei Lingkong didn't see where this brick looked familiar. But before watching, Ye Qianqiu had already reminded him, so Wei Lingkong watched it very seriously this time.

The more seriously he looked at it, the more Wei Lingkong felt that this thing was familiar. But where he saw it, Wei Lingkong forgot it.

"Do you still remember, what happened to each other?" Wei Lingkong's expression, Ye Qianqiu naturally understood. Then she reminded again.

This sentence made Wei Lingkong suddenly realize. He finally remembered where he had seen such stones.

In the entire Central Continent, if you want to ask who has the most dealings with Xianghe, only Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong are the only ones. They met each other from Wuhe City, and then entangled all the way from Zhongzhou to the north of the underworld, and from the north back to Zhongzhou.

In the middle of the few battles, the most terrifying method was to use the seeds of Tianyan Grass to control people. And those who are controlled all practice the same kind of exercises, and almost all of them are engraved on this kind of stone tablet.

Now in Ye Qianqiu's hand, there are still a few stone slips, which are carved in the same way as the stone slips that Moyi handed over to her just now.

"Qianqiu, you mean that it has something to do with the people in the Nine Secluded Land?" Wei Ling was a little white, but he was not stupid, and he quickly understood what Ye Qianqiu meant.

After a pause, Wei Lingkong looked at Ye Qianqiu with an embarrassed expression: "Qianqiu, if there is anything next time, you just say it, let me guess what to do?"

Ye Qianqiu, who heard this, could only sigh. Then she told her conjectures.

Compared with this person, whether it is bad or not in his bones, Ye Qianqiu can't say. Before knowing that he was engaged in wind and rain in the Middle Continent and the northern part of the underworld, Ye Qianqiu always thought that Xianghe was a good person.

Therefore, Ye Qianqiu has always been very concerned about how the relationship that treated him like a father and a daughter back then became what he is now.

And the stone slip in his hand seems to have something to do with this matter.

"When the ink comes back, let's ask her. "In this matter, Wei Lingkong is much calmer than Ye Qianqiu.

The drumming never stopped, and in the drumming, clouds of black gas gathered, and then one black figure after another appeared. The speed of the figure was very fast, and in a flash, they all crowded into the city.

This time, Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong watched the changes of these figures up close, and the moment they entered the city, the black qi quickly subsided, and then they turned into people in white.

It should be the same existence as the white-clothed people they saw when they entered the city with Moyi before.

"Are these all ghosts?" Ye Qianqiu licked his lips.

As a ghost town, it is not unacceptable to have ghosts in the city. But this kind of ghost situation is different from what Ye Qianqiu knows.

The ghost city in Ye Qianqiu's cognition, except that there are not people but ghosts living in it, should be the same as ordinary cities. But the one in front of me doesn't seem to be the same at all.

The ghosts scattered out seem to be gathering something all the time. Something that is needed for some kind of drunkenness.

Although there were many guesses in their minds, Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong did not move a step. So they stayed at the gate of the city until Moyi returned.

Not long after the drums died down, Moyi returned. When Mo Yi saw the two people standing at the gate of the city safely, a strange expression appeared on his face.

This expression naturally can't be hidden from Ye Qianqiu.

"Moyi, I have a question for you. As soon as I saw Moyi, the first one who couldn't hold his breath was Ye Qianqiu. She rushed to the front of Mo Yi and directly handed the stone slip in her hand.

"Is that the story you want to tell me?" Mo Yi happily took the stone slip and stuffed it into his clothes.

"Mo Yi, who taught you this method of carving stone slips?" Ye Qianqiu grabbed Mo Yi's shoulder and forced him to ask.

Obviously, Mo Yi didn't think that Ye Qianqiu would suddenly move roughly. However, the question that Ye Qianqiu had to ask even if she was rough was not a question she was unwilling to answer.

With a gentle "hiss", Mo Yi grabbed Ye Qianqiu's hand: "What question do you want to ask, just ask, why are you holding me, it hurts!"

I didn't feel that Ye Qianqiu let go, and the corners of Moyi's eyes were already filled with tears: "This method of carving stone slips is ......"

"I taught her. Before Mo Yi could finish his words, he was interrupted by a majestic voice. Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong turned their heads at the same time, following the voice and looking at the master of the ink clothes.

The lord of the ink robe was still wearing black armor, reaching out and carrying a long knife. The sharp gaze fell on Ye Qianqiu's hand tied to the shoulder of the ink coat.

"Let go of her. The lord of the ink robe spoke coldly.

Although he could be sure that the other party was also a disciple of the Immortal Sect, Ye Qianqiu inexplicably felt that the disciple of Junhuang Mountain was hostile to him.

This hostility disappeared after Ye Qianqiu's hand was released. The freed ink cloth rushed to his lord quickly, and then hid behind the lord.

"You guys, come with me. ”

Huh? Last time, I wasn't allowed to enter the city, why did I let him enter the city this time? Although his mind was full of questions, Ye Qianqiu still followed.

The seniors of Junhuang Mountain led the way in front, followed by three people. The four of them are the only active beings in the entire street.

"Senior......" Ye Qianqiu suddenly spoke.

"What magic weapon do you have?" Before Ye Qianqiu could speak, the lord of the ink clothes spoke first: "The resentment and evil qi of the Nine Secluded Land are very easy to invade the human body, you two, just ordinary human races, why can you stay outside the city for a month?"

The lord of the ink robe turned around, his back to a door, and stared at Ye Qianqiu and Wei Lingkong.

Somehow, being stared at by this big guy, whether it was Ye Qianqiu or Wei Lingkong, they were all shocked into a cold sweat. The two of them stepped back in unison.

"I'm not interested in your amulet. The lord of the ink robe sneered.

After a pause, he looked at the two of them, and then spoke: "My name is Mall, if you are really a disciple of Xianmen, you should have heard my name." ”

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