Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

At this moment, there was a rustling sound from the backpack on his back.

Everyone's nerves were tense in an instant, and Qin Mu took off the backpack directly and held it in his hand.

He wasn't too nervous, but had a strange sense of familiarity with this voice.

The zipper of Qin Mu's backpack was pulled open from the inside, and then a familiar hedgehog head came out.

Seeing a false alarm, Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time was a little annoyed.

She took out the key she was carrying and hit Fang Qing hard on the head.

After the sound of "Ouch", Fang Qing got into the backpack again.

Qin Mu was not only helpless, but also a little surprised.

"Why are you in my backpack?" He didn't intend to bring Fang Qing with him at first.

Fang Qing seemed to be afraid of being hit on the head by Xiaoyue again, so he hid in the backpack and said in a muffled voice: "I've been in it for a long time!"

"Why didn't you react or make any movement just now?" Qin Mu didn't believe what happened before, Fang Qing didn't feel it at all.

When asked this question, Fang Qing fell silent for a moment, then popped his head out.

"I don't want to either! I feel it, you're nervous, but...but I..." Fang Qing couldn't seem to find an adjective, he hesitated for a long time before finishing the sentence, "I feel a very familiar breath, I think it's dangerous."

"So you just hide and let Brother Qin face the danger alone!" Zhang Yi interjected in time, then snatched the key from Xiaoyue's hand, and knocked on Fang Qing's head three times in a row.

Qin Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, "Okay, this is not an important matter."

Suddenly, Fang Qing sniffed again, "Yes, that's the smell!"

"Take us over there to have a look." Meng Chan said, "There are so many of us, why should we still be afraid?"

Fang Qing couldn't accept Meng Chan's aggressive tactics the most. He jumped out of Qin Mu's backpack and led them to a bush when he landed.

"Go slowly!" Xiaoyue said impatiently, even with some anger.

Qin Mu and Master Yuanrong were at the back. Master Yuanrong clasped his hands together, "Since I was obsessed by ghosts, it would be better to have a baptism after I go back."

The implication behind the words is very clear to Qin Mu.

Master Yuanrong was worried that his body would be eroded by yin qi, resulting in an imbalance of yin and yang in his body.

This matter can be big or small, and the biggest side effect may be that it is easy to encounter unclean things.

Qin Mu didn't particularly care about it, but he still nodded and accepted the proposal that was good for him, "I'll remember it, and I'll find time to take a look when I get back. Or read the scriptures with the master for a few days."

Master Yuanrong recited the Buddha's name, and responded with one gulp.

Several people walked through the bushes, and a hillside appeared in front of them.

They were not amazed by the continuous wildflowers on the hillside, but were shocked by the orderly rows of yellow skins.

Even Meng Chan stopped in his tracks, and he could tell how surprised and puzzled he was just by looking at the expression on his face.

The origin of these yellow skins suddenly became the information that Qin Mu and his party were most curious about and cared about.

"Why are there so many weasels..." Xiaoyue asked softly.

It's just that no one can answer this question.

Qin Mu glanced at Fang Qing who was staying by the bushes, and he barely understood why this smell was so familiar to him.

Fang Qing had met Huangpi Patriarch before, and also had a slight friendship with Huangpi Patriarch, so it's not surprising to know such a smell.

Meng Chan frowned as he watched these yellow-skinned creatures constantly change their formation, and even raised their paws from time to time, waving them in the air very regularly.

Although he couldn't understand their expressions because they were yellow-skinned children, Qin Mu's intuition told him that these yellow-skinned children must be doing such strange behavior seriously.

"I'll go and have a look." Meng Chan suddenly said, and was about to walk between the yellow skins.

Master Yuanrong suddenly raised his hand and stopped Meng Chan.

The eminent monk and the Snake King looked at each other, and after a while, it ended with Meng Chan backing away.

"Master, is there something wrong with this place?" Meng Chan asked calmly, as if he didn't care that Master Yuanrong forced him to retreat.

Master Yuanrong nodded, looked away from Meng Chan, and looked at the Huangpizi from a distance.

His voice was deep, "These spirits are holding a sacrificial ceremony."

Not only Qin Mu, but the few people except Master Yuanrong, including Fang Qing who was in the bushes, were startled.

Then came a burst of coolness from the bottom of my heart.

What kind of sacrifice is it that requires so many yellow skins?

And will this sacrifice affect all of them?

"There are at least two hundred weasels here." Xiaoyue frowned, her voice sounding a little heavy.

Meng Chan didn't say a word, took out his mobile phone and called his old friend.

It's just that no one answered for a long time, which made him a little anxious.

At this moment, an old and unfamiliar voice came from everyone's ears.

"You are finally here."

The sound was extremely close, Qin Mu immediately turned vigilantly towards the direction where the sound came out, and looked over with full vigilance.

But when his eyes met the person coming up, Qin Mu became at a loss instead.

Not only him, but the rest of the people felt this way too.

It was a little old man who came.

According to Qin Mu's rough estimate, he is only about 1.5 meters tall.

Even Fang Qing, who was the shortest among them, was much taller than this old man, and could almost look down on him.

"Who are you?" Xiaoyue asked before Qin Mu.

The old man didn't reply, but just looked at everyone with an extremely strange look.

Especially Qin Mu, who could clearly feel that the old man's gaze stayed on him the longest.

He had an extremely uncomfortable feeling, but he couldn't explain where it came from.

Master Yuanrong and the old man looked at each other from a distance, but there was no other expression on their faces, they were very calm and rational.

"His face..." Zhang Yi who was standing beside Qin Mu suddenly said in a low voice, as if he had noticed something was wrong.

These words were not finished, but Qin Mu also re-examined the old man in front of him.

His face is indeed very strange, the atrium is very short, but the forehead is very full, even protruding outward.

Usually, with such a face, there will be some auspicious likeness of a birthday man, but this old man is different.

It has a long and flat mouth with mouse eyes, and slightly sharp ears.

No matter how you look at it, you don't look like a normal ordinary person.

At this moment, Meng Chan, who had been stopped by Master Yuanrong and given up his thoughts, suddenly stepped up again and walked towards the pile of yellow leather.

Qin Mu was surprised. He was about to ask Meng Chan the reason, but when he turned his gaze away, he saw the surprise and shock on Meng Chan's face, with a bit of resistance.

He didn't want to go there.

Not only Qin Mu noticed this, but everyone who was attracted by Meng Chan's behavior realized it.

Master Yuanrong was the first to react. He chanted the Buddha's name and flicked the beads in his hand slightly.

A ray of golden Buddha light hit Meng Chan.

It's just that the moment the Buddha's light came into contact with Meng Chan, it seemed to be scattered by something.

Seeing this, Qin Mu didn't dare to wait any longer.

He stretched out his hand to grab Meng Chan, but just like Buddha Guang, the moment Qin Mu's hand was about to touch Meng Chan, it was as if he had touched some barrier, and he was beaten back out of thin air.

The force was so great that Qin Mu even took a few steps back.

"You old bastard, what kind of demon are you!" Seeing that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, Xiaoyue was the first to speak out full of anger.

At the same time as the voice fell, Xiaoyue took out a very simple jade hairpin from her body, and then waved it at the old man.

The light blue light rose, forming a series of seemingly invisible air blades, hitting the old man one after another.

But his expression didn't change, it seemed that he didn't pay attention to Xiaoyue's attack at all.

The air blade arrived in front of the old man, like Master Yuanrong trying to hold back Meng Chan's Buddha light, it paused in the air for a moment, and dissipated completely in the next second.

"How could this happen?!" Xiaoyue was amazed, and had a more comprehensive understanding of the old man in front of her.

The hosta she just used to attack the weird little old man came from that black handbag.

Or it should be said that it was a good thing given to her by the Director of the Supernatural Bureau.