Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

Wen Song didn't refute Yin Su when he heard the words, because he knew what he said was right. Every world has different rules of survival, and the world of comprehension respects strength.

"Fellow Daoist, let's go and see where the altar is now!"

"Ah."

After the two left the city lord's mansion, they went straight to the place where the woman sacrificed.

The streets along the road were as lively as when we came here, but I don’t know if he had witnessed the death of these monks with his own eyes. Wen Song always felt that this scene was indescribably inconsistent, so he leaned towards Yinsu, “Fellow Daoist , are these people illusions?"

"No."

The essence of the illusion is nothingness, but the monks on the street are real. Yin Su speculated, "Maybe they are not the group of monks who sacrificed in the city."

Wen Song followed his words and thought, "Fellow Daoist, do you mean that these people are monks who have entered the Cangwu Realm for trial?"

"half."

"What's the other half?"

"The woman is suspicious."

While the two were talking, the city gate opened again.

Wen Song looked back.

There were three people who came, one was Qi Mu from the Nine Yi Sect, and he didn't know the other two, but he could tell from their Taoist robes: one belonged to the Yunhuan Palace, and the other belonged to the Chengxu Sect.

The three of them were all in a state of embarrassment, with injuries on their bodies, and it looked like they had entered here after a hard fight.

When Wen Song looked over, the few people who had just entered also noticed him and Yin Su.

Although Qi Mu and Yinsu belong to the same Nine Yi Sect, they haven't met many times, so they are not very familiar with each other, so they didn't plan to speak up.

But he didn't have this plan, which doesn't mean that the people around him didn't have this plan. Seeing that someone in the city arrived before them, Mu Xiangling wanted to find out some news.

She walked up the street quickly, but when she reached the end of the street, she was stopped by the man who called Wen Song to stop, "This is your mask."

Mu Xiangling looked at the mask handed in front of her, undecided for a moment, she looked at Qi Mu, asking for his opinion with her eyes.

"Next."

Only then did Mu Xiangling hold the mask.

After taking off the mask, she turned to look at Yin Su, looking at him with smoky eyes as if asking for help, "I wonder if I can spare some time, fellow daoist?"

Yin Su only took a quick glance and then looked away. His eyelids were very thin, and when they were half-lifted, they gave a full sense of contempt, "No."

Mu Xiangling's face froze, "My senior sister and fellow Daoist Yin's senior brother are Taoist couples, and the two sects have a close relationship. Is it a bit unreasonable for fellow Taoists to be like this?"

Yin Su glanced at her, "What does it have to do with me?"

When Wen Song saw Yin Su spitting out a knife, he knew how merciful he was to him. He thought of his deflated Lingshi bag, and thought of a way to open source, "If you want to inquire about the news, you can ask I."

Although Mu Xiangling looked down on Wen Song, who was plain-looking and low-level, she still had a good impression of the person who gave her a step, "Thank you, fellow daoist."

"You're welcome," Wen Song smiled, his brows and eyes curved, "One question, ten quick middle-grade spirit stones."

Mu Xiangling's face turned dark immediately, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, why bother to humiliate me?"

After speaking, he left.

Wen Song stared blankly at the leaving figure, just... I don't quite understand, how can this be humiliation?

Qi Mu, who came with her, did not leave. He walked up to Wen Song and handed out a bag of spirit stones, "What's the matter with this mask?"

Wen Song looked at the spirit stone in front of him, thought for a while and refused, "Qi Daoyou has saved my life many times, so you don't need to give me the spirit stone."

Qi Mu didn't have the habit of pushing things back and forth, so he took the bag back after Wen Song said no.

Wen Song looked at the Lingshi who was gradually moving away, feeling a little pain in his heart, but he still answered Qi Mu's questions one by one.

When the people walked away, Wen Song said: "Fellow Daoist, the masks they wear are not based on love flowers.

Yin Su didn't stop walking, "What did you think of?"

"Aren't our masks a little special?" Wen Song organized his words, and said, "I feel that every mask here should belong, just like the masks of fellow daoists and me, which belong to men and women respectively."

"And these different masks," Wen Song pointed to the masks with different patterns, "will bring the monk's consciousness into different people. Except for men and women, only those monks who have been sacrificed remain."

"If their consciousness is attached to those people, will it be dangerous?"

He and the people with Yin Su's spiritual consciousness were all alive in the end, so they were safe and sound, but those who made sacrifices were all dead.

"Why didn't you tell Qi Mu just now?"

Wen Song scratched his face, "I'm guessing too."

Yin Su's eyebrows faded, "Are you worried about him?"

"There are some," Wen Song said: "He saved me many times in the nine-storied pagoda, and I always feel like I owe him."

Yin Su's eyes focused on Wen Song, "You owe me more."

"Friend Daoist Ke Yin is one of his own people and can be dragged down. Fellow Daoist Qi is an outsider!"

Wen Song's words divided the small circle in his heart.

Hearing that he was confined to his own people, Yin Su had a slight smile on his lips, "It's good that you know the boundaries in your heart."

"Ah."

The two stepped on the stone steps and walked up the tower.

Wen Song pointed to the middle position, "What I saw in the woman's memory is: the altar stands there, and below it are the monks who were sacrificed. After completing the ceremony, the altar was sealed in the city wall."

After Yin Su finished listening, there was thought in his eyes. He had seen such a yin and evil method in a book of forbidden formations. Using the flesh and blood of monks as a guide, he set up an absolute yin formation to trap and kill people in the formation.

The formation in this boneless city is similar to the Absolute Yin formation, but different.

The city wall here is built with the flesh and blood of tens of thousands of monks, soaked in blood, entangled with resentment, coupled with the power of the curse, the power is definitely not as simple as that of the Absolute Yin Formation, and it is impossible for a few monks at the Foundation Establishment or Golden Core stage Enemy too.

Wen Song walked to him, "Fellow Daoist, are we going to raise the altar in the city wall?"

"I'm afraid it won't work," Yin Su said with a rare expression on his face, "Once the altar is raised, the grievances will burst into the sky, and the people who will bear the grievances will only be a few monks in our city."

A monk's body can bear resentment, but not too much. The resentment of tens of thousands of monks will only increase after an unknown number of years, and their meridians cannot bear it at all.

Wen Song frowned and said, "Then what should I do?"

"Let's go down here first," said Yin Su, who hadn't thought of a solution yet.

"Okay."

On the way back, Wen Song wrinkled his face, looking very worried.

"It's already ugly, don't frown."

Wen Song looked at Yin Su's relaxed and slow-moving posture, and said, "Aren't you worried, Fellow Daoist?"

"It's useless to worry," Yin Su's eyes were calm when he spoke, without any fear or uneasiness.

Wen Song tugged on Yinsu's sleeve, "But I'm worried, I'm afraid."

"Regret?"

"No, it's just that it's difficult for a person to be calm in the face of death. You can't deny my firm friendship with you just because I'm afraid," Wen Song didn't feel ashamed to be afraid, so he answered very frankly.