A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

The hall was silent.

The clan leader stood guard beside the coffin, and the four elders also sat quietly and symmetrically under the stage.

The entire mourning hall was solemn and solemn, and even a mosquito that flew in would be frightened half to death by the solemn atmosphere.

Bei Wan sneaked in and saw clearly the layout of the people in the palace.

I almost lost control of my breath.

The originally cute and expressionless little face had a touch of numbness.

Good guy, so complete.

The clan leaders and elders are all here!

Really afraid of what to come.

Does the crow's beak now appear on her body?

Bei Wan could only be thankful that she acted prudently and cautiously.

If you don't rely on your own magic weapon, just waste it casually.

[There are so many people...should we leave? 】

The little peach tree spirit asked Bei Wan hesitantly.

Bei Wan pinched the mahogany sword in his hand and shook it slightly, indicating that he would not leave yet.

Come here.

Fourth senior brother often said this, and she also learned this four-character mantra.

Anyway, it seemed that none of these people were aware of her presence.

She stood in the corner and took a look first.

The aura flickered twice just now, as if to help her find the right location.

If it really was here, she would be able to determine the most accurate location as long as it appeared again.

As long as it's not the most difficult clan leader.

"Patriarch, all the people buried with her have been found. Although there is a female monk who is over 15 years old, the wizard also said that her strength is about to reach the golden elixir stage, so the requirements can be relaxed."

"It's time for the young master to prepare for cremation."

The elder's words broke the silence of the mourning hall.

"Yes, clan leader, the day of the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit will soon come, and we have to start preparing for this."

"My young master, please be cremated as soon as possible."

[Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit? Really? 】

The little peach tree spirit asked curiously.

Bei Wan gently touched the mahogany sword body with her fingers, saying that she didn't know either.

But it seems that when these four words are mentioned.

The expressions of everyone in the hall seemed to be serious.

The clan leader who was guarding the coffin was silent for a long time before nodding.

"Okay, cremation will take place in three days."

The patriarch's voice was hoarse and sorrowful, and his face was also lifeless and lifeless, and he could see the grief-stricken pain of losing his son.

Bei Wan looked at the fir wood coffin, with respect for the deceased in his eyes.

During the past few days of wandering around, she also learned something about this young master.

He is kind-hearted, innocent, handsome and cute, but he is in poor health. Calculated to the age of a human monk, he is only 6 years old.

Even one year younger than she is now.

Just when Bei Wan looked away from the coffin.

The familiar scent reappeared, and then dissipated in an instant, even weaker than the previous two times.

And the final position is...

In a coffin protected by a group of people who value them more than their lives.

Bei Wan's face became calmer and numb

It's better to be with the patriarch.

If you go to pry the coffin of the deceased, you will probably be punished by God.

Just when Bei Wan was thinking in pieces.

The breath appeared again, like a final struggle, but it took a little longer.

And Bei Wan also thought about where such a sense of familiarity came from.

Bei Wan's hand holding the peach wood sword suddenly tightened, trying his best to suppress his excitement and steady his breath.

Try not to alert anyone in the palace to her presence.

Then he carefully exited the hall again.

Completely walked outside the palace.

Bei Wan let out a long sigh and put his hand on his chest, feeling that his heart was beating so hard for the first time.

【What's wrong? 】

The little peach tree spirit asked Bei Wan worriedly.

Bei Wan lowered his head to Xiao Tao Mu Jian and said, "That aura is in the coffin."

"The coffin needs to be opened."

[Oh my god, why don’t we stop looking for it? It doesn’t seem right to open someone’s coffin! 】

"No, I have to open it."

Bei Wan said these four words with firm eyes.

The little peach tree spirit was immediately shocked.

[Why, why? 】

Bei Wan took a deep breath and said, "That's the breath of my mother."

That's right.

The weak one was not even enough for her to feel the breath in the first place.

It was from Jun Shuci.

It concerns his parents, and Bei Wan is a child of his parents.

Of course she wanted to find it.

I just don’t know why my mother’s belongings appeared in that young boy’s coffin.

……

Demon Realm No Prison Gate Headquarters.

Zang Yunzhi came here dusty and dusty, and his clothes were a little dirty.

"Little Lord!"

All the subordinates saluted.

Zang Yunzhi waved his hand and asked anxiously: "Have you found any trace of Bei Wan?"

"Not yet, but I'm already looking for it."

When the subordinate said this, he felt a little unsure.

The Demon Realm is so big, and there are still many places where corners are nooks and crannies, and the Prison-Free Gates are not completely spread out.

after all……

What they do is high-end business, the kind of thing that can reshuffle the entire demon world with just one sentence.

For example, the two dogs of the tribe next door gave birth to a litter of pups, and the lady next door lost a demon crystal... They didn't know about this kind of thing.

I want to find a monk who doesn't know where he is in the vast demon world.

It is indeed a bit difficult.

"Look, look for it quickly! That's your other master!"

"The news is passed down layer by layer. Don't reveal why you are looking for her. Don't let anyone with ulterior motives threaten Wu Jailun."

"The purpose is to find the little guy safely."

"Also, don't let go of any corners. The information is passed down layer by layer to ensure that all directions can be searched."

Zang Yunzhi knew the little guy's identity very clearly. If something happened to Bei Wan, it would really be a big deal.

However, according to the news from the world of immortality, Bei Wan should have the ability to protect himself.

But if he didn't find the little guy quickly, he would feel uneasy.

"Yes!"

The subordinate immediately responded, but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he looked at Zang Yunzhi, who was sitting in a high position, no longer as refined and distant as before, and he didn't know what he was studying.

"Young Master, our Wu Jie Sect has received an invitation for this Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit. Wouldn't you like to go?"

Zang Yunzhi lowered his head and started writing.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his eyes and looked at the subordinate: "Go find someone now! The Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit is none of my business!"

He has only one mission now.

That is to find the little guy quickly.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot let anything happen to the little guy in the demon world.