Dressed as the protagonist Shou's brother who died young

After the two returned to the City Lord's Mansion, they came to the woman's room again.

After entering the door, Yin Su arranged a barrier around it to prevent other people from entering. After that, he took out all kinds of natural treasures from the ring and filled half the room.

Wen Song looked at the treasures piled up on the ground, and admired them sincerely, "What are you going to do, fellow Taoist?"

"Deduce the method of breaking the formation," Yin Su sat down cross-legged, vacating a small space on his body, "Don't come here later."

"Okay, I won't disturb Fellow Daoist," Wen Song sat obediently on the round stool, resting his chin with his hands, staring at Yin Su's movements with his round and bright eyes, and stayed quietly by himself.

When Yin Su was immersed in the formation, it could be said that he was engrossed in it, and he couldn't pay attention to other things.

If you want to break the formation, you must first understand the formation. Yin Su recalled the lines on the forbidden formation and tried to build it in the sea of ​​consciousness, but failed after several times.

It shouldn't be.

Yinsu frowned slightly, wondering if he had made a mistake, but no, except that he was a little slow in drawing the pattern in the first pass due to lack of proficiency, every step of his was correct.

So where is the downside?

The Absolute Yin Formation is guided by the blood and flesh of the monks. Can it be successful only with the addition of these?

Yin Su looked at the flexible and strong wrist, and scratched it without thinking too much, then used a bottle of cold container to catch the bleeding, and after putting down the container, he took a piece of blood from his fingertips mercilessly. Small amputated bone.

Seeing Yin Su's action, Wen Song immediately sat up from the round stool. Just as he was about to step forward, he remembered what the other party told him just now, so he could only sit back down and worry.

Yinsu smelted various materials in order, laid out the prototype of the formation, and then perfected them one by one. In the last step, he added blood and the severed bone.

After the formation was completed, a small absolute yin formation was formed, in which resentment was born in circles.

Yin Su stared at this formation, thinking about where to start. Everything is infinite, and everything must be reversed. This formation is yin, and it should be filled with yang things, and then supplemented with Buddha bones to purify resentment. As for the curse of the woman, it can only wait until It was resolved after leaving Cangwu Realm.

This kind of thing cannot be easily removed, and he is not sure about removing the curse issued by a high-ranking monk who sacrificed tens of thousands of monks.

One day later, Wen Song's posture changed from holding his chin to lying on the table. He watched Yin Su finally reach the finishing stage, and stood up from the stool again.

Yin Su took back the unused treasures of heaven, material and earth, and got up from the ground after applying clean dust to himself.

Wen Song hurriedly went over to hold Yin Su's left hand, where the tip of the index finger was broken, and his eye circles were red, "Doesn't it hurt, Fellow Daoist?"

"Ah."

Wen Song carefully blew on Yin Su's fingers, "Fellow Daoist lied to me, how could it not hurt, I'm going to die of pain just looking at it."

"I didn't lie to you," Yin Su told the truth. He didn't feel much pain. Perhaps it was because the training he received from his mother was too strict since he was a child. Such a little injury was really nothing to him.

Yin Su looked at the mist that was accumulating in Wen Song's eyes, and asked with a light smile, "I didn't cry with a severed finger, why did you cry first?"

"I was sad to see Fellow Daoist injured," Wen Song sniffed, lowered his head, tore off a piece of fabric from his body, and wrapped it gently on Yin Suzhi's finger.

Yin Su looked at the ugly fabric in his hand. Apart from feeling strange, he also had some inexplicable feelings. It seemed that he was touched lightly with insignificant tentacles. He looked at Wen Song, who was crying and getting uglier, and said: "Then next time I need to cut bones, I will keep mine and break yours."

Wen Song looked at Yin Su tearfully, "Is there a next time?"

Yin Su said: "Maybe."

Thinking of the pain of broken bones, Wen Song hiccupped in fright, "It can be... yes, but not too much, I... I'm afraid of pain."

A good brother should share the difficulties, and he can.

Hearing this answer, Yin Su's eyes as clear as lake water rippled, "Okay, I will remember."

"Ah."

Wen Song agreed sadly. He found that since he knew Yin Su, he had made several promises. The key is that these promises were all made by himself without much thought.

Just... confused.

Yin Su took out a pill and took it, and the amputated knuckle grew back within three breaths, pushing Wen Song's cloth off.

Wen Song looked at Yin Su's index finger which had become intact in a short time, and his tears suddenly stopped.

He is so stupid, how could he forget that this is the cultivation world?

Even a broken meridian can be regenerated, how could a mere knuckle not be able to grow.

Wen Song looked at Yin Su who had a smile in his eyes, and complained: "Why didn't fellow Taoist tell me earlier?"

Yin Su flicked Wen Song's forehead with his long fingers, and a red mark popped out on his head, "As soon as I stood up, you ran over to cry, now you blame me first?"

Yin Su's tone seemed to be that his villain had filed a complaint first. Wen Song wanted to refute, but he couldn't, because he found that the facts were similar to what Yin Su said.

Yin Su removed the barrier, and as soon as he walked outside the door, he found that the three people who entered the city yesterday were waiting outside.

"Brother Yin," Qi Mu saluted Yin Su.

Yin Su didn't return the gift, but he didn't ignore Mu Xiangling like he did, "What's the matter?"

Qi Fan said: "After the three of us put on the masks, as Taoist Wen said, the spiritual consciousness was attached to the monks in the city, but when the woman sacrificed, we didn't take off the masks in time, so the spirits were affected, and when we woke up After that, the memory of the last period is blurred, and I don’t know what happened.”

"Brother, can you clear up my doubts for me?"

He didn't want to ask, but none of the three of them remembered the last thing. If they didn't ask the clues, they would be disconnected, and they might be trapped here to death.

Yin Su thought about the fact that this ugly thing pushed Qi Mu Lingshi back, and said softly: "Three thousand high-grade spirit stones."

Qi Mu took out the spirit stone and handed it to Yin Su.

After Yin Su took it, he directly told them where the altar was.

The three left.

Just as Yin Su was about to put the spirit stone back into the ring, he felt the burning gaze from the side. He didn't need to look to know how bright this ugly thing's eyes were.

Recalling the way Wen Song cried just now because of his wound, Yin Su generously gave him one-tenth of the Lingshi.

Wen Song looked at the three hundred spirit stones in his hand, and protested: "I told you the news that Fellow Daoist told Qi just now!"

"Fellow Daoist, can't you give me a little more?"

As he spoke, he compared his thumb and little finger together in front of Yinsu.

Yin Su pushed his hand away and refused, "No."

"OK then."

It is not easy to get three hundred high-grade spirit stones from Yin Su...

After installing the spirit stone, Yin Su took him to the west gate of the Boneless City.

"Fellow Daoist, can we leave the city now?"

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