The black crow had been wondering why the people of the Huangquan Sect were so easy to talk to.

Although he had never dealt with the Huangquan Sect, the news he got from various channels on weekdays also gave him some understanding of the Huangquan Sect.

Extreme, crazy, extreme.

Even the demons don't want to have anything to do with them, they're the demons of the demons.

Such a cult, when it came to retrieve its own holy artifact magic knife, did not directly clear the scene in order to block the news and liquidate him, but let him watch from the sidelines to a great extent.

Originally, I thought that the people of the Huangquan Sect had the same idea as me, just to avoid causing trouble and retrieve the magic knife.

Now it was only now known that the Huangquan Sect had already made a plan to use him as a scapegoat to attract the attention of the imperial court and buy time for them to transfer the magic sword.

As for using him as a scapegoat? Song Ting was not so stupid.

But even so, I won't be able to live in peace.

The dignified three-grade general of the imperial court, died under the stunt of his own fame, even if his lair is in the Qingluo ghost, he can't stop the army of the imperial court, and if he doesn't mention the century-old business, he will also be squeezed out of his memory by the soul refining, and he will not be able to live in ashes from now on!

"I've always heard that the people in the Huangquan Sect are acting extreme and extreme, but I didn't expect to plan such calculations, which really opened my eyes!" the black crow said hatefully.

The fierce only chuckled, but did not reply to the crow's words.

"I know that you have used me as a scapegoated puppet, but now that I have learned the secret of the inheritance in the Huangquan Knife, you are not afraid that I will leak it to the Song court?!"

The black crow's eyes flickered, and he asked tentatively.

"This matter is indeed a secret to the Ghost King. "I don't care about the fierce mouth," but for Song Ting, who was also from a foreign country, it was no secret at all. ”

"The news of the birth of the Huangquan Sword has already come out, and at this moment, the Song Dynasty's Shenwei Army is probably already on the way. ”

"Just like the battle of the Red Blood Sect back then, Song Ting took away the half of the Killing Demon Sword with great effort, wasn't it just for the true inheritance of the Red Blood Sect. ”

The ghost aura around the black crow's body fluctuated violently, and it was obvious that his inner mood was extremely unstable at the moment.

Da Song, sure enough, he was born in a foreign country!

And it is rumored that the half of the Red Blood Sect's killing demon sword fell into the hands of the Great Song Dynasty, and it is indeed true.

On the other side, the skeletal demon that turned into black smoke had completely devoured Xu Hu's soul, and it was contented to turn into a puff of black smoke and burrow back into Lei Huan's body.

Xu Hu lay motionless on the edge of the pool, although he was still breathing and heartbeat at the moment, he had become a walking corpse with an empty shell, and he would never wake up again.

Lei Huan suddenly lay on Xu Hu's body, crying in his mouth: "Brother Xu, you died so miserably!"

The crow couldn't help but be stunned.

"I'm going to punish this fang and let him pay for your life!" Lei Huan had already turned his head to look at the black crow at this moment, his eyes widened and he glared at him fiercely.

The crow's face changed!

Fierce chuckled, and the space around him rippled again, and then disappeared directly into it, not knowing where to go.

"Damn...!"

The black crow gritted his teeth and looked at Lei Huan, who was walking towards him step by step, with purple lightning on his hands.

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"Master..."Mingxin shouted with his eyes half-open, slightly confused.

Master Hollow held Mingxin's hand tightly and asked, "Master is here, is there any discomfort?"

Mingxin had just had another seizure, which had stabilized not long ago, and now his whole body was extremely weak and he was resting on the bed.

"Did you hear me? Someone was calling me. Mingxin muttered.

The hollow master was stunned for a moment, and then listened carefully, but he didn't hear anything except the wind outside, he shook his head and said, "No one called you, but the master didn't hear it." ”

He touched Mingxin's forehead with his big hand to see if he had a high fever and burned Mingxin, but Mingxin's forehead was cold, like an ice cube.

The heart of the Master of the Hollow ached faintly.

Poor child.

"Master... I really heard it. Mingxin's eyes widened and he looked at the sky above, "Someone is calling me from afar, all the time, sometimes clear and sometimes vague. ”

The hollow heart tugged.

Is it too weak to cause the hallucinations to be so severe?

"Squeak. ”

The old wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and the woman entered the room with a wooden plate on which a bowl of porridge and a plate of side dishes were placed.

Now it was completely dark, and everyone was eating dinner in the dining hall, and the woman brought Mingxin's porridge over.

"Female Bodhisattva..."Mingxin muttered as he looked at the woman who pushed the door in.

Since Mingxin became weaker and weaker, he directly shouted out the title of the woman in his heart, calling the woman a female bodhisattva.

The woman blushed slightly, took the porridge bowl in her hand and sat on the side of Mingxin's bed, and the hollow master helped Mingxin up and prepared to feed him.

Mingxin turned a blind eye to the porridge spoon brought to his mouth, but looked at the woman in confusion, and said, "Female Bodhisattva, do you hear? ”

When the woman heard this, she also listened carefully, and then looked at Mingxin suspiciously, and shook her head.

Mingxin's pale cheeks were stained with an abnormal flush, and he muttered, "It's getting clearer and closer, it's coming to me soon." ”

The woman was at a loss and looked helplessly at the Hollow Master.

The Hollow Master covered his face with one hand, his body trembled slightly, and the woman clearly saw a tear drip down his wrist and fall to the ground.

"I'm not going to die. Mingxin suddenly said: "I heard that when people are about to die, they will hear the call of the underworld, and others will not hear it at all. ”

"It must be the soul of the Yin who saw that my yang shou had arrived, and was calling my name, so you couldn't hear it. ”

When the woman heard him say this, she hurriedly made a gesture to indicate that she had heard it now, but she had not heard it clearly when the wind was strong just now.

Mingxin smiled weakly: "Female Bodhisattva, you don't have to comfort me, in fact, I have always wanted to say to you, you play the pipa is the best sound I have ever heard, and I will never get tired of listening to it, I really want to listen to it all the time, but unfortunately you only play it for a while every day, so that I always can't listen to it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to hear it again..."

The woman changed her gestures, signaling that when he was ready, she would play it to him until he got tired of it.

It's just that at this time, Mingxin had already closed her eyes and passed out directly, not seeing what she said.

The hollow master put down his big hand to hide his face, revealing a face full of old tears, he put the suddenly unconscious Mingxin away, and after careful examination, he found that it was caused by extreme weakness, so he relaxed a little.