"The flute sounds good!"

Zhao Linger smiled, she smiled very charmingly and sultry.

But Burial Night knew that it was not her heart, but she was born like this.

"Why does the great monk say that you play the flute to death! It's really good! At least I can't play as well as you!"

Zhao Linger took the initiative to chat with the funeral night, she was really attracted by the flute just now, it seemed to be "Rolling Red Dust", but it felt different in the ears, it seemed to be able to stir people's hearts, and the mood would change with the flute.

Music can resonate with the soul, but Zhao Linger has never paid attention to it before.

"He doesn't have musical cells, he can't play the flute, especially in the wild!" said the great monk very seriously.

Zhao Ling'er pondered for two seconds, then suddenly raised his head and looked at the burial night: "What they said is true, can you control the beast?"

This is not a password, and "Grassroots Rising" has been hyped up.

But the rivers and lakes are too big, there are too many characters, and there are countless interesting, big or boring things that happen every day.

But many are just a flash in the pan, just happy for a while, and few people are willing to spend energy to remember something deliberately, unless it is closely related to themselves.

Funeral Ye nodded, still didn't speak, he was not in a very good mood, there were too many dead knots, he was still angry, why did he betray Fengxue?

People's hearts are very thin, only a layer of flesh skin is thin, but people's hearts are also thick, so thick that you can't see through them at all!

Put the bone flute into the storage bag on the night of the funeral, the moonlight tonight is beautiful, and the night breeze is also very soft.

There are beautiful women around him, and strangers who are full of jealousy.

But there is also a fog that shrouds the eyes.

Lao Dao resisted the ruins in the second half of the night, and like last time, he was also covered in blood and murderous.

But this time his brows were tighter, and his mood was a little more irritable!

He walked step by step, and automatically gave way in the middle, without anyone reminding anyone, it was all autonomous.

Lao Dao is a kind of iceberg in everyone's hearts, and it is a pinnacle existence.

He likes to draw a knife to help, but he doesn't like to make friends all over the world, he likes to work hard and do what he thinks he should do at any cost, but he doesn't like to be famous, he just likes to be unknown.

"Poor Dao is one step late!"

Lao Dao jumped up to the high ruins and landed in front of the white-clothed scholar, and it seemed that only the white-clothed scholar could talk to him.

The white-clothed scholar looked at the puzzle on the ground, this operation leaked for some reason, and many people were sacrificed, and the key was in front of him, but unfortunately, this key was still a corner.

Is this a waste of work?

The scholar in white smiled miserably, his eyes staring into the distance again, but this time he didn't wait, and he didn't have a purpose, he just looked!

"I caught up with his team, and I didn't leave any of them, and they all were killed, but Tutu had already been taken away by another group of people. ”

Lao Dao is not a report, nor is he blaming himself, he is just narrating a very bland thing in his opinion!

"They should have been planning for a long time, right? There are more masters in this dispatch than any other!" After a brief loss, the white-clothed scholar regained his previous look, very plain and calm.

"The poor road should not come, the poor road should intercept and kill them. ”

The white-clothed scholar nodded slightly, indeed, Lao Dao is a good hand, a hard thorn that is difficult to pull out, as long as he throws away the enemy, he can easily pierce the enemy's foot.

Mr. Hu must have thought of it too, right? But did he not arrange it because this operation was only allowed to succeed and not to fail?

Ziyun Mountain is a high-level secret, and many forces are secretly working on it.

It takes a long time to plan and prepare, it should be half a year, and there is a lot of effort to do so.

But right now, because of the exact corner of the map, or a key, all the early efforts have been in vain!

Opportunities don't always come there, and sometimes they don't come when you're ready, and there are so many factors involved.

The man in white sighed, "Early tomorrow morning, let's retreat!"

The men in white then convened an emergency meeting, attended by leaders of the various paths in the operation.

The Great Monk was also one of them, he would not have acted alone, he also had his own team.

But for some special reasons, his team was blocked on the way to come, and almost all of them were wiped out.

The funeral night is outside the system, and it is only a try.

The meeting place was in the ruins, next to the pond, and Zhao Linger also participated, and she was also the leader of the road.

When the meeting ended, everyone's faces were heavy, and everyone was sighing.

"Isn't something wrong? Funeral night asked.

The great monk said: "It's all in vain, it's all in vain!"

"Speak human words!"

Great Monk: "......"

Other branch roads are also converging, conveying to each other the instructions of the white-clothed scholars, very simple instructions.

Fall back!

The great monk told the reason for the retreat to the funeral night, he didn't want to say it, but the funeral night broke the casserole and asked in the end, he was such a person.

"What does it look like?" asked Funeral Night.

"Every corner is different, how do I know what it looks like?" the great monk took out another pig's trotter, which was the reward he got for bragging.

The pig's trotters are delicious, and the mouth is full of oil, and the only fly in the ointment is the lack of good wine!

"Could it be that you still plan to make one yourself?" the great monk smiled, lay down on the stone slab, and counted the stars while gnawing on the pig's trotters.

"Do you see this line?" Funeral Night searched for a moment, and finally found a picture corner in the storage bag.

It seems to have been obtained from the "search for the body" of the man in black killed by Lao Dao, and the funeral night record is not very clear.

"Don't make a fuss, if you can fill up any drawing, we don't need to work so hard, this is the system, it's the rules, and the thinking that makes use of it won't work here at all!"

"...... early tomorrow morning"

The great monk turned his head to look, the words were broken, and the pig's trotters that had just been delivered to his mouth also fell.

He stood up smartly, threw himself on the ground like a hungry wolf, and held the corner of the picture that he had thrown away in his hand.

The great monk looked very carefully and was also surprised.

He didn't know if the missing corner was this one, but the material was the same as the one he found in the Huangsha Village.

This should be separated from the whole.

"You made it?" the great monk looked at the funeral night in disbelief.

Funeral Night wanted to tell the truth, but he couldn't be angry with the previous attitude of the great monk, in order to pretend to be forced, he nodded: "I made it!"

The great monk was even more surprised, but soon his brows furrowed.

He didn't continue to ask, and he didn't have any other expressions, he turned around and walked towards the white-clothed scholar and the demon slayer guard.

"This ......"

The funeral night felt inexplicable, and the state of the great monk was completely different from before! It also felt bad, because when the great monk left, it seemed that there was a murderous leak.

(End of chapter)