I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

Lu Yinshuang touched Chang Jingyu's cold and trembling fingers, and couldn't help but said, "Are you still afraid of corpses?"

Chang Jingyu walked towards the withered blood vine in a strange way. The clothes of the young man who died tragically were too familiar, and the past that he didn't want to think of for a while resurfaced in front of his eyes.

"Is it someone you know who died?" Lu Yinshuang also sensed that Chang Jingyu was in a bad mood at this moment, so he went over to check the body first, and it was true that he had been dead for a long time.

"It shouldn't be, it's definitely not him." Chang Jingyu squatted down beside Lu Yinshuang, opening and clenching his fists. The young man was indeed wearing the uniform of a Changlin Sect disciple, but it was absolutely impossible to appear here.

Lu Yinshuang cut off the surrounding roots with his sword, and under Chang Jingyu's complicated eyes, he grabbed the young man's arms and dragged the corpse out and put it on the ground.

"Let's talk, I'm not interested in inquiring about private matters, but the appearance of this corpse and the withered blood vine is obviously a trap related to you." Lu Yinshuang picked the hair of the corpse with the tip of his sword, and pulled out a piece of gold. The petals of silk veins, this kind of flower blooms in the south, it is impossible to have it on Weihaicheng Mountain.

Chang Jingyu turned his face away and didn't want to look at it. He thought about his words for a long time before saying, "I killed him. He is Lin Lang, the closed disciple of the head of the Changlin Sect, my senior brother."

"Changlin sect? I've never heard of it." Lu Yinshuang covered the corpse's face with a handkerchief stained with blood vine juice, and she felt that something was wrong, so she stood sideways to block it: "Before you entered the Martial Immortal Sect, you even worshiped Master?"

"It's just a small sect. It was built on the mountain outside the town. There are only seven disciples including the cook." Chang Jingyu forced a smile and sat down slowly. The family took me in and taught me to read and learn arts, Senior Brother Lin treated me like a brother, and gave me the best for food and clothing."

Lu Yinshuang never thought that Chang Jingyu had such a past, but when Chang Jingyu mentioned the Changlin School, his eyes were full of inexplicable sadness.

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The warm wind blows through the treetops, and the sky is clean without a trace of cloud.

Lin Lang squatted on the wall of the back mountain, raised his thumb to indicate behind him, the golden flame orchid petals that fell from the treetops flew quietly into his high ponytail, Chang Jingyu under the wall saw it, and smiled and said nothing .

"Junior brother, give me your hand, I'll pull you up, let's catch wild cats today." Lin Lang shouted recklessly, with a bright smile, full of youthful vigor and willfulness.

Chang Jingyu hesitated for a while, then reached out and stepped on the wall to climb up, "Senior brother, let's go back early today, if we are late, brother will be scolded again."

Lin Lang jumped off the wall indifferently, patted Chang Jingyu on the back, and staggered the ten-year-old child: "It's okay, it's really late, I said you insisted on going out, and the master didn't want to scold you .”

Chang Jingyu curled his lips, Lin Lang said the same thing last time, but when he went to the master, he hid him behind his back.

"Hey, you kid, you're not lively at all." Lin Lang tore off a blade of grass and put it in his mouth, "Little junior sister likes to pet cats, if we catch them, we'll go back and you two will play together."

"Senior brother should learn to be calm. There are four or five pups in senior sister's yard." Chang Jingyu ran to catch up with Lin Lang, complaining and laughing softly.

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and waved his hands: "What's calm, I'm still like this even if I'm 170 years old."

Chang Jingyu has no doubts about the authenticity of Lin Lang's words. He still can't understand the concept of more than 100 years. He just feels that it is very long and far away from him. Sneak back into the yard without being discovered, and if he is discovered, how much work should he do with his senior brother.

The only thing he didn't expect was that he would never have the chance to go back with Lin Lang again.

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"I was young at that time, and I had no strength to fight back against the withered blood vines. I ran around in a hurry and was about to be entangled in the vines. Brother Lin pushed me away, but I was swept back by the vines. Later, the master brought people to come , has... no way to recover, and can only be buried inside the door." Chang Jingyu held the sword with a gloomy expression, he tilted his head slightly, and the corpse on the ground reminded him of his incompetence, which made it difficult for him to breathe under the pressure of guilt. .

As a spectator, Lu Yinshuang felt a little emotional, but he had seen many people who died in vain during the war in the Sunken Realm, so he would not be immersed in grief like Chang Jingyu. After thinking about it, he tried his best to say euphemistically: "I'm fine. I won’t persuade you because of your qualifications, but according to what you said, Lin Lang has been dead for many years and reappeared here, it must be an illusion.”

"But this illusion is so real, and how can the illusion survive here?" Chang Jingyu took a deep breath and cheered up.

Lu Yinshuang is also thinking about this issue. This crack is not simply because the cultivator cannot use spiritual power, and even the activated talismans cannot work, and formations and spells require spiritual power. Their guess does not sound right at all. possible.

"But Zhao He can't dig a withered blood vine and plant it here." Lu Yinshuang didn't directly say digging a grave, he approached the root system of the withered blood vine suspiciously, penetrated the rock and firmly planted it on the ground, "Besides Can this thing survive without soil?"

Lu Yinshuang's calm tone made Chang Jingyu calm down a lot. He thought of the plant he and Lin Lang met. Although it appeared in the range of Changlin School for some reason, it was undoubtedly buried in the soil.

Looking at the messy withered blood vine, the two thought of a blind spot almost at the same time.

"Senior, if the illusion technique is subtle enough, it won't be so easy to detect when you enter the illusion, whether it's real or not." Chang Jingyu clutched his shoulder, and the pain from the wound had almost faded away, "I I can't use the sword formula, but the injury is indeed gradually recovering, which means that the spiritual power is still working."

"Yeah, so 'cannot use spiritual power' itself is an illusion, but I haven't figured out how to untie it yet." Lu Yinshuang frowned, this predicament made him very unhappy.

At this moment, there was a sudden bang from the passage on the left, as if something had hit the ground, and rolled a few more times. At the same time, a girl's shrill cry sounded from the Withered Blood Vine.

Lu Yinshuang straightened up and said, "I'll go and have a look."

"Hmm." Chang Jingyu was a little concerned about the crying female voice, holding a sword and staring vigilantly at the depths of the passage.

Lu Yinshuang walked a few steps, and the distance between Chang Jingyu and Chang Jingyu gradually increased. The cave suddenly began to shake, and a huge boulder fell from the top of the cave, separating the two of them.

"Chang Jingyu!" Lu Yinshuang turned back halfway, threw Yingzhang to support under the boulder, Yingzhang trembled and bent slowly, and it seemed that he would not last long.

Chang Jingyu ran to the side of the huge boulder, only to see Lu Yinshuang slid towards him in a low body, and pushed him to the opposite side with lightning speed.

Yingzhan stretched to the limit, turned into an afterimage and sank into the body, the boulder suddenly landed, Lu Yinshuang knocked on the boulder and shouted: "Be careful yourself."

Chang Jingyu responded with a very low voice: "Senior, too."

Lu Yinshuang was quite satisfied with Chang Jingyu's reaction. He thought to himself that Chang Jingyu was not stupid after all, and he could see his intentions. After thinking about it, he also agreed with Chang Jingyu's previous speculation about inner demons. If these things It is Chang Jingyu's inner demon, which is reflected by the illusion and placed here, and the other side is probably his inner demon.

Although Lu Yinshuang doesn't think he has any demons worth digging out, he doesn't want the illusion to disgust him. Chang Jingyu doesn't know his background, so he probably can't see it being useful. Broken formation.

The cries in the aisle became more and more deafening. Lu Yinshuang was disturbed to hear it. After walking a few steps, she saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old woman kneeling at the corner. Lin Lang's body moved in front of her at some point. The girl Holding the corpse, I was out of breath.

"Girl?" Lu Yinshuang looked at the dirty handkerchief on Lin Lang's head, unable to be serious.

When the woman raised her head, her face was covered in gray mist, without facial features, and the sound of crying came out from the vortex.

She looked up at the mist and asked Lu Yinshuang angrily, "Why didn't you die!"