Brother is a heartless thing [Rebirth]

Wen Xuan seemed to be silent for a moment, and looked at him with a little hesitation, "What do you want...to do?"

Min Shao was only focused on shifting his attention, but didn't hear the strangeness in his tone, so he went straight to the table and extinguished the candle.

The room was plunged into darkness for an instant.

Min Shao's cold voice sounded in front of him, "Look at your hands."

Wen Xuan didn't understand why he took his hand off the top of his head.

On the end of his index finger, there really was the same almost transparent thin line passing through the wall to a certain place.In the thin thread, there was a spiritual flow faintly flowing. Judging from the color, it should be his own spiritual flow, but he didn't feel it.

"This..." Wen Xuan was startled.

After reacting for a moment, he was not sure: "Could it be that someone is stealing spiritual power?"

...It's really weird.In a flash of inspiration, he remembered the peach blossom pendant formed by dripping blood in the morning, frowned and raised his eyes to look at Min Shao, "There is really a problem with that Yuelao Temple."

Min Shao rubbed a cluster of flames on his fingertips, lit the candlestick again, and the room became bright again, and the faint light emitted by the thin thread was covered up without a trace.He raised his eyes to look at Wen Xuan's thin coat, and said: "Put on the clothes, and take the time to check while the thread is still there."

You must know that stealing spiritual power is against the sky, and it is by no means such an easy task. To use such evil methods, the people behind the manipulation must have a lot of background.

Wen Xuan didn't expect that the seemingly simple task would become so serious now. She nodded and was about to put on her coat when she suddenly realized that her hair was still wet.

After hesitating for a moment, Min Shao walked towards him.

Min Shao has a natural fire power, and has a strong ability to control the temperature. He raised his hand and gently placed the palm on top of Wen Xuan's head, and a warm spiritual flow flowed down Wen Xuan's heart , Drying the wet hair within a few breaths.

This is what he would often do for Wen Xuan when he was young.

Wen Xuan was stunned for a moment, her face seemed to remain unmoved, and then she said, "Thank you."

Then he turned and went to the back room to put on his coat.

Min Shao didn't say anything, just rubbed his fingers in his sleeve, and went to wait for him outside the door.

The two of them left the inn, the bright moon was in the sky, the streets were empty in the middle of the night, quiet and cold, there were no street lights in Qingping Town, and there was only darkness in the distance, and...

Min Shao couldn't help trembling in his eyes.

Why are there so many lines? !

Looking around, the transparent silk threads in the darkness are intertwined, like a transparent spider web of uneven density, coming from all directions through the walls and tall buildings, heading in the same unknown direction, glowing slightly in the darkness. bright colors.

But compared to the ones in Min Shao and Wen Xuan's hands, these lines are so weak that they can hardly be seen clearly. It is only because of the large number that they are so obvious.

But even so, none of the residents in the town noticed anything unusual.

It seems that people with insufficient cultivation base can't see these lines at all, and they don't know that their spiritual power is quietly draining away.

And for those ordinary people who have no cultivation, it is definitely not spiritual power that was stolen by Wu Sheng, but...

life.

Min Shao's eyes darkened, and Wen Xuan quickened his pace, and quickly searched in the direction led by the thin line.

The black shadow in white clothes flitted quickly from the high eaves of the roof, passed through the overlapping silk threads, and flew in the dark night. In less than a stick of incense, they found the place where the silk threads gathered most densely——

A dilapidated old house.

Looking at the closed door of the house, Wen Xuan raised his hand and was about to pinch a spirit butterfly in to check the situation, when Min Shao beside him held down his arm.

If there is really any expert inside, the appearance of a strange spiritual flow will definitely scare the snake, Min Shao said coldly: "Wait here, I will go in first."

Wen Xuan looked at him in surprise, "You are alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, the black robe had already swept past his eyes, easily jumped over the courtyard wall, and entered the courtyard.

Wen Xuan hesitated a little, feeling uneasy, and took the words just now as a deaf ear, and followed suit.

The courtyard was empty, except for an old house in front of which the plaque had been removed long ago. The leaves from the old trees outside the wall were all scattered and accumulated in the corners, and no one cleaned them.The entire courtyard was dilapidated and dilapidated, as if it had been left unused for a long time, and it seemed somewhat lonely in the darkness.

The thin lines coming from all sides penetrated the windows and walls, piercing the old house in front of them clearly, as if they were controlled by them, and seemed to besiege them, the scene was indescribably mysterious.

Seeing him following in, Min Shao turned his head and glanced at him sternly, seemingly displeased, and without saying anything, restrained his breath and walked to the door of the house.

Apart from these lines, there is nothing unusual around the house. There is neither a barrier nor a formation, and no movement can be heard from the outside.

Min Shao calmly drew the long sword out of the void, and gestured to Wen Xuan behind him, telling him not to move, while he channeled a wave of spiritual power into his palm, and slammed the door open !The wooden door shattered into cinders in an instant, arousing a vibrating aura, and the beams trembled lightly and dust fell off.

The afterimage of the black and gilt robe flashed, and it was already surrounded by scarlet and agitated spiritual currents, following the breath in the room and rushing in.

At the same time, the thin lines around suddenly disappeared, and only a "dang" sound came from the house!The piercing reverberation resounded when the blades collided.

Wen Xuan's eyes lit up, and he also transformed into a long sword, and was about to follow in, but a cold white shadow suddenly broke in from behind him, and rushed into the house first.

who? !

Wen Xuan couldn't help being surprised for a moment, they didn't notice just now, there was actually another person in the dark around!

He hurriedly followed, and then he heard someone in the room shouting:

"Damn it!! Your current bandits are really insane! I'm so poor and worth it?!"

There was a little silence in the room, and a blaze flashed by, and the lonely candle holder on the broken wooden table was ignited.

The warm yellow candlelight lit up, reflecting the faces of several people in the room.

At this time, the person sitting on the bed had a horrible and miserable expression on his face, wearing a worn-out middle coat and a thin quilt, and was holding the sword that hadn't been drawn out of its sheath against the sword that Min Shao stabbed.

The already narrow room became even more crowded because of the inexplicable intrusion of three uninvited guests. Wen Xuan was startled when she saw the man in the robe and fairy clothes who came in before him.

"...Master Mingwei?"

Master Mingwei turned his cold face slightly, and before he could say anything, he heard the man on the bed yelling again, with a hint of cautious chill in his voice, "Who the hell are you? Are you here to rob or what?"

The man looked vigilantly at the three big men who suddenly broke into the room, tightly holding the scabbard in his hand.

Min Shao stared at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly said, "It's you?"

Wen Xuan also recognized it at this time.

Isn't this the magic stick who told fortunes on the street in the morning? !

Min Shao Meifeng's eyes were cold and cold, and the sword in his hand got closer, "Who the hell are you?"

The man pursed his lips and smiled, he didn't seem to feel too frightened by his coercive aura, his eyes looked coldly at the few people in the room, and said in a ruffian tone: "Don't be ashamed, it should be me May I ask you? Who are you guys who broke into a private house at night?"

Wen Xuan frowned slightly, feeling strange, scanned him up and down, and tentatively said in a cold voice: "The aura in this town is strange, it's all because you stole the aura and soul power of the townspeople, what on earth do you want to do? invite."

"What did you say? Who smuggled spiritual energy and soul power?" The man asked him with a ridiculous and questioning face.

Seeing this, Daoist Mingwei gave a cold snort, and actually drew his sword straight away, pointing it straight at the man, and said coldly: "What are you talking about with him, just cut this evil obstacle right away."

After saying that, he really wanted to go forward and cut people down.

Wen Xuan was startled, and almost forgot that Master Ming Wei is also a violent person, so she hurried forward to stop her, "Wait! This matter is not clear, it's better to clarify it first."

Daoist Ming Wei was blocked by Wen Xuan, so he had no choice but to stop, his eyes were still staring behind him, it seemed that he still wanted to give that man a good time with his sword.

It's not surprising that people from Floating Peak appear here.

Although Floating Desolation Peak is located in the Kingdom of Yao, it has never been under the control of the Kingdom of Yao, and as the head of the sect in the Immortal Cultivation World, one of its important responsibilities is to manage all kinds of things related to ghosts and monsters in the Immortal Cultivation World.Sometimes when something happened in the Sixteen Kingdoms, they couldn't handle it themselves, so Fu Huang Ding or other sects would take the initiative to solve it.

This time, it was because the aura in Qingping Town had been abnormal for too long, and Dongjing had never sent anyone to come, so people from the nearby sects came to investigate the matter.But one or two investigations were fruitless, and he felt that the situation was serious, so he simply reported it to Fuhuang Peak.

Finally, Floating Desolation Peak sent Daoist Mingwei to come.

Master Mingwei rolled his eyes, looked at Wen Xuan, and asked solemnly and sternly: "Do you know what a serious crime this person is for smuggling spiritual power? You, Dongjing, let it go and didn't send someone over until now. Do you know how many people will be killed?"

Master Mingwei's eyes turned cold, "It's useless to talk too much. Get out of the way, he must die today!"

After saying that, she wanted to go around, but Wen Xuan raised her hand again to stop her.

"Wait first. This matter is indeed my negligence, Dong Jing, but even if this person has committed a heinous crime, he still has to go through the process that should be followed. At least detention and interrogation are essential. There is no one who condemns someone to cover the coffin without asking a word." Wen Xuan looked at him calmly and sharply, "Let this matter be handled by Dong Jing, and please ask the real person to show his noble hand and allow me to take him away."

"Hold your hands high?" Master Mingwei frowned coldly, pointed at the bed with Jianfeng, and said with a thin face of anger, "You know that the thread on his body can't be cut! Now if you leave him for a moment, the soul power of the people will be less Go to one point! By the time you are imprisoned and interrogated in Dongjing, those innocent people will have been killed by him long ago! How do you tell me to hold my hand high?!"

Wen Xuan's lips moved, as if he didn't want to let go, but he didn't say anything, and looked back.

The man was still pressed by Min Shao's sword, sitting there with a mess of sleepy hair on top of his head, his eyes were slightly dazed, and he still felt incredible, "What are you talking about there? It seems real..."

But Wen Xuan didn't look at him, but cast his eyes on Min Shao like asking for help.

Master Mingwei also turned his eyes to look over, and said coldly: "Since Your Majesty Yuyang is also here, let's talk about it."

"I'm not in a hurry, it's because the matter is urgent. The soul power of ordinary people is weak, and it won't last for a few days if it goes on like this. Is it the life of this disaster that is important, or the thousands of people in Qingping Town? Your Majesty, as the ruler of a country, should be the most able to handle these matters."

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