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Chapter 734 The Unfortunate Female Cultivator's Counterattack 22
Lan Shuying's attitude when she answered was not good, but this casual cultivator didn't mean to be unhappy at all, instead it seemed... as long as she was there, he could see the guiding light.

Then he cheerfully went to gather with the large army.

Lan Shuying picked up the gray and white crystals left by those people before leaving with both hands, went back and forth several times, and put all the crystals back to their original positions.

As the last handful of spar returned to its place, the ground under her feet trembled a few times.

"Look, the white mist has disappeared!" someone shouted.

She looked back.

Sure enough, a few meters further forward, the white fog covering the road ahead disappeared, replaced by an open space.

At the end of the open space, there is a wall full of patterns.

It's a dead end, and that wall is the end, with the same walls on both sides, just without the pattern.

And they all stood at the entrance of the alley.

The Jiange youth got up quietly, holding a long sword carved with water patterns in his left hand, he walked two steps behind Lan Shuying to the left, and kept this distance until she approached the mural, his attention The force is drawn away by the screen.

Lan Shuying glanced at him from the corner of her eye.

She was sure that there was no malice in the young man.

That kind of calm obviously couldn't be out of admiration for the original owner, but he acted like he was protecting her.

She labeled him in her heart: strange origin.

"Fairy, please look, on this painting..." The familiar big face came over.

Lan Shuying interrupted this cowardly casual cultivator who was deliberately flattering: "I can watch it myself."

"Ah, ok, ok..." He smiled awkwardly.

The content of the whole painting is very simple.

In the direction they were standing, there was a winding mountain road that went deep into it from the bottom of the painting.Surrounded by blue mountain ridges, it is a basin with emerald green as the background color, and countless white round houses are dotted in it, like white flowers turning up on the grass.

The colors are bright and gorgeous, exuding vitality.

He recalled that the road he had just walked was covered with strange pale spirit bodies.

One is life and the other is death.

Not far behind are the dead bodies of the young man and the gray wolf, which constitute a great sense of conflict with this painting.

Divine Sense couldn't detect what was on the other side of the mural.

Toffee tried it too, only to see nothingness.

The casual cultivators gathered together to comment, none of them dared to get too close, and they all believed that the mural was not right.

Lan Shuying stretched out a finger to touch the painting.

Leng Buding stretched out a scabbard obliquely from behind.

It turned out to be Jiange youth.

He saw her intention, and poked the wall with the scabbard first.

There was no sound at all, the scabbard directly melted into the mural, and the surrounding discussions stopped abruptly.

He frowned, and seemed to be struggling a bit when he was recovering it. The mural was trembling, like a stick stuck in thick syrup, and it was desperately trying to keep it.

Lan Shuying reached out to help him.

She felt that the end of the scabbard was bitten by something. After thinking for a while, a red line shot out from the palm of her hand and entered the mural along the scabbard. The force of fighting for the scabbard disappeared. After three seconds, the entire wall It's all starting to burn!
The wailing of countless innocent souls suddenly sounded in my ears, and they are coming menacingly!

Lan Shuying saw bright red dripping from the earholes of other people. They hugged their heads in pain and screamed, including the Jiange youth. His condition seemed to be a little better, at least he didn't cry out.

She reached out and touched the side of her face, which was wet and sticky, and it was also blood.

But she didn't feel uncomfortable.

"Understood... the sound acts on the body, and there are hallucinations on the soul." But her soul level is too high, so she is automatically immune to hallucination attacks.

Lan Shuying was hesitating whether to pretend to be like them.

Suddenly, many pale arms stretched out from the other end of the mural, and each arm precisely locked on a monk and dragged them in fiercely!
The young man might have lost his ability to resist after being caught, and the scabbard just fell into her hands, separating it from its owner.

coming.

Only by entering the murals can you appreciate the true face of this secret spring...

What reason does she have to refuse?

Lan Shuying smiled slightly, simply gave up resistance, and took the initiative to hand her hand to the nearest pale palm.

The owner of that hand hesitated for a few seconds before clenching it tightly, and pulled her in without viciousness at all.

It seemed like a second, and it seemed like... a long time.

She vaguely heard the festive suona, the kind played during weddings in the village.

People were talking near and far.

Men, women, old people, children, and dogs barking around.

The sweet aroma wafted through her nose, reminding her of a can of sweet-scented osmanthus in autumn.

What finally prompted her to open her eyes was the feeling that someone was watching her.

In this closed log cabin, she met a pair of frosty eyes, nodded, and said with a smile: "It seems that we are destined."

"It's bad luck to be together." Lan Shuying added this sentence slowly, and began to look around.

Seeing her open her eyes, Jiange youth breathed a sigh of relief.

He was fixed on a high-backed wooden chair in a heavily tied posture.

So is she.

She also saw the scabbard, which was thrown at her feet, and his sword lay beside the young man's feet.

"He Miao." The young man spoke.

The voice was low and hoarse.

Lan Shuying remembered that he hadn't said a word since he went down the well, so she understood very well, and introduced herself: "Tantai..."

"I know."

The sword light flashed in his eyes, and the spirit sword flew up to cut the rope on his body, and then solved her hemp rope.

Speaking of it, it always feels weird to treat monks like them with such mundane things.

Either the creatures living in this place are actually a group of ordinary people.

Or, they don't care at all that they will run away, and it's just formalism to tie and tie.

"Have I met you in Jiange before?" Lan Shuying asked.

He Miao nodded and reminded her: "Now is not the time to reminisce... wait, what are you doing?!"

He was surprised to see this senior sister who was a few years younger than him walk to the table, holding a small clay pot with both hands, sniffing the bursts of sweet fragrance overflowing from it intoxicatedly.

Hey, does she know where this is? !
"It's really sweet osmanthus, I haven't eaten this for a long time."

She thoughtfully scraped out a ball with her index finger, which was about to be put into her mouth.

He Miao felt that the blood all over her body was going to rush to the top of her head.

He rushed up to knock off her right hand, and asked, "Are you not so clear-headed now?"

Lan Shuying smiled, shrugged, and wiped off the sugar osmanthus flower that was turned into something with a handkerchief, "I'm sober, but I think the way you talk seems to be pretending to be cool." So I want to see how other people's designs collapsed. look.

He Miao obviously didn't understand: What is the connection between his suspected coolness and her trying to eat things indiscriminately?
(End of this chapter)