Panguan

"As for Du Ling..." Xie Wen was quiet for a moment, "That's because your spirit fragments came to me along with those mortal fates."

When I heard it, I looked down at him: "You can use your fingers."

Just like Shen Qiao squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertips when he helped Xia Qiao cross his soul.

Xie Wen said, "The fingers were so dry at that time that they couldn't bleed anymore."

After explaining this sentence, he didn't speak when he heard it.

He looked at Xie Wen for a long time, then turned his gaze away.

Just when he thought that the topic had been touched again and there would be nothing more. He heard Xie Wen's low voice again: "Actually, if you really want to bleed, there are other ways."

When I heard it, my heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at him again.

He was silent for a long time and said, "I didn't intend to think about it."

A gust of night wind passed through an unknown window, the bean fire on the table trembled, and the candlelight was reflected on the lamp oil, making it warm.

A bird was startled by something, flapped its wings and flew away from the tree outside the house.

The atmosphere in the room was ambiguous and sticky, and it was only when I heard it that I realized how close the distance between them had become, so close that breathing was intertwined.

He turned his face slightly the moment he was about to touch it, and muttered something hoarsely.

Because it was too low and too vague, Xie Wen didn't hear clearly, so he raised his hand to touch the side of his face while smelling it and asked, "What?"

Wen Shi squinted his eyes and turned back, saying: "I said... still in Bu Ning's formation, he is the leader of the formation and knows everything."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up, but his expression was slightly uncomfortable.

Xie Wen was taken aback for a moment, narrowed his eyes and looked at his face, then suddenly turned his head and laughed softly.

It was at this time that Zhang Lan and Zhang Yalin returned to the top of the mountain.

They checked around the mountain and came back with some information. Patriarch Bu Ning politely pointed out a clear way for them - saying that the master is next door.

So Zhang Yalin took his six puppets and knocked on the door next door.

As a result, when the door opened, the idol's debt-collecting face was ushered in.

The six puppets took a big step back collectively.

I fucking-

Zhang Yalin almost blurted out a foul language. Fortunately, his self-cultivation pinched his mouth. So he stood silently at the door, not knowing what he did wrong.

He was polite, and after realizing that the atmosphere was not right, he subconsciously asked, "Am I... bothering something?"

It's okay if you don't ask, but when you finish asking, your face becomes even more demanding.

This time is different from that time. If it was in the past, Zhang Yalin's custodian would say "I'll talk about it when I'm free", then turn around and walk away. As for whether I'm free, I really have to talk about it.

But ever since he found out who Xie Wen was, his legs and feet have become very awkward - he can't move when he disagrees with him, he can't walk, he can't stay.

Fortunately, Bu Ning and the others soon followed.

"Master is awake?" the array leader saluted respectfully and asked.

After asking, he hastily retreated to the corner, with the appearance of "I'm blind and deaf, I don't know anything, don't call me".

Wen Shi originally planned to go back to the couch and stay there, but when he saw Bu Ning, he turned his toes subconsciously and had to lean against the wooden cabinet.

"Bu Ning said you went down the mountain?" He asked something.

"Yes." Zhang Yalin nodded, "The cage has not been untied for a long time. Patriarch Bu Ning said that there may be omissions. My sister and I went down the mountain to check."

As the Zhang family's default next Patriarch and the second person on the name chart, Zhang Yalin can be regarded as the proud son of heaven, he is always the focus of everyone's attention wherever he goes, he should have gotten used to being noticed by now.

No matter how many people are staring at him, he can be at ease, he can do whatever he likes, he can say whatever he wants...

It wasn't until today that he discovered that this kind of freedom requires a premise——

The premise is that the people staring at him are not the ancestors of formations, spells, and puppetry.

Not to mention the patriarch who is the source of the name spectrum.

Just one of them would be fatal, but he met three at once.

Among the three, the only one who could be regarded as gentle and friendly was Bu Ning, but this ancestor stayed away alone, watching his nose, nose and mouth, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Zhang Yalin and Zhang Lan looked at each other, thinking that they should just kneel and let it go.

Given that the puppets headed by Xiao Hei were still present, and they bore the name of the Zhang family, they held on for the time being.

Zhang Yalin opened his mouth after deliberation: "Just now, Patriarch Bu Ning made it easier for us, so we went around—even the village where Shanxia and Lu Wenjuan lived..."

The formation of Zhong Si and Zhuang Ye was suppressed in Songyun Mountain. Because of the effect of washing the spirit, Xie Wen alone took over and cleaned it up.

His body had been prepared a long time ago, it was made completely according to the body, and the spirit came from himself. It is equivalent to him coming to the world and walking again. Half of it is connected to the present world, and the other half is connected to the millennium ago.

So the black mist that accumulated in the mountains passed through his body to the sealing formation where the main body was.

He was supposed to be wiped out together with the sealing formation, but Wen Shisheng stripped off his spirit form, and the cage formed by the spirit form wrapped him with the sealing formation and forced him to stay.

Therefore, Xie Wen's dryness is repeated over and over again, and it will never reach the end.

Because someone was protecting him on the other side.