no one knows better than me

Zhu Heng reacted very quickly and jumped up from the spot, but the long sword in Mei Hualan's hand followed her like a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, a line of blood exactly the same as Zhuang Qingliu's was drawn on her neck.

Immediately, Fu Dengcai and the sword in Zhu Heng's hand struck each other, making a clear clink.

This was the first time Zhuang Qingliu had seen Mei Hualan make a real move, and he couldn't help but blurted out while lying on the coffin: "Mei Pan, you are amazing! But don't compete with her in sword skills, she was consumed by the spirit lock bag just now, now Certainly not as good as you!"

Mei Hualan seemed to want to say something for a moment, but Zhu Heng was pushed back to the corner by the sword of wandering, and she replied concisely: "Okay, I understand."

As soon as she finished speaking, the aura on Fudengjian's body instantly flourished, and she pressed against Zhu Heng with incomparable strength, directly pressing out a spreading crack on the stone wall she was leaning against.

Zhu Heng held his sword to block, and the look in his eyes darkened. Seriously, she hadn't really fought against the person in front of her for almost 20 years. She really didn't know how deep Mei Hualan's cultivation was now.

--boom!

After a loud bang, the stone wall suddenly fell apart, but the splashed gravel seemed to have eyes, avoiding the plum blossoms one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the clothes all over Zhu Heng's body were cut into rags.

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Before Zhu Heng could react, Mei Hualan stretched out her hand again in an instant, and suddenly pulled out one of her long arrows from her back, and pierced her left shoulder with her hand like lightning.

Zhu Heng immediately raised his eyes and looked at her in astonishment.

"Give it back to you." Mei Hualan gave her a cold look, then turned her wrist and wrapped her with a light golden spiritual rope.

Zhu Heng looked down at the spirit rope on his body, and his expression changed a bit.

"..." Zhuang Qingliu didn't expect her to do it so neatly, she immediately relaxed all over, lying on the coffin board and took a breath, no need to look, Mei Hualan had already walked towards this side, and then fell silent He lowered his head slightly and remained motionless.

"I'm fine, Mr. Duanzhu." For some reason, Zhuang Qingliu took a quick look at her expression, didn't dare to think about it, just stood up and spun around, "Well, except that she was about to run naked again. Other...no other injuries."

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her fair neck, her throat seemed to move.

"I know this. I borrowed her hand just now in order to activate the spirit lock pouch with blood." Zhuang Qingliu said something indiscriminately, and blinked at her. Lend me a patch." She pointed, "I've wanted to wear them for a long time."

Mei Hualan's hand, which was about to take off her coat, paused strangely, then hummed softly, and then thousands of cranes flew out of her body in an instant, and after a brief and orderly arrangement in mid-air, weaving a living She put on a fiery red crane robe, and wrapped it around Zhuang Qingliu's body obediently and deftly.

Zhuang Qingliu lowered his head to look left and right, and suddenly felt that he was all right, and even felt that he wanted to be "beggared" a few more times.

She quickly returned to the stone room next door in a few strides, and half-bent down, she asked the young man who was in the middle of speaking: "You just said that these walking corpses and curses are all from the local..."

On the young man's lap was the black dog he had just brought back. The black dog had watery eyes. After looking up at Zhuang Qingliu, the black dog shrank back aggrieved.

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes dropped immediately, and she sincerely apologized: "Uh...I'm sorry."

The young man shook his head, patted the black dog's head, and continued the unfinished words: "I heard from them that these walking corpses and evil curses were all done by the local immortal family stationed in the city."

It turned out to be a member of Pei's Immortal Sect, indeed a member of Pei's Immortal Sect.In fact, Zhuang Qingliu had already guessed something in his heart, but he confirmed to him solemnly: "This kind of words are very important, are you sure you really heard it?"

The boy looked at her seriously: "I won't talk nonsense."

"Okay." Zhuang Qingliu immediately turned around and asked Mei Hualan, "Mei Pan, who are you chasing?"

Just after she finished asking, she thought to herself, how long has it been since she was chased out, there is a high probability that she rushed back to save her because of the summons, but she failed to catch up.

Mei Hualan turned her eyes to the walking corpse outside and said, "Dead."

Zhuang Qingliu hurriedly asked: "Dead? Why did you die? Did you kill or did something else happen? Who is it?"

Mei Hualan seemed to be really not good at answering such a long list of questions. After a moment of silence, she picked out the key points and said, "The accident, I didn't kill it, it was Pei... a member of Pei's side branch, I'll talk about it when I have time."

Zhuang Qingliu felt that she might have wanted to say her name, but after a pause, she didn't remember it, and then briefly said that she was a member of the Pei family's offshoot, but no matter what—there was a high probability that this matter was corroborated by two facts.

Zhuang Qingliu thought for a while, and slightly picked the ragged boy's shoulder with his fingers, ready to see the traces of his curse. According to common sense, as long as the person who cast the curse is dead, the unfinished curse will dissipate by itself .

Mei Hualan grabbed her tightly and urged out the floating lamp: "I'll do it."

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head, and suddenly teased her: "Where did you come here? This is obviously from the floating lamp."

Mei Hualan didn't say a word, her eyes fell on those people meticulously, and she seemed to have looked at them several times with great concentration before taking back the floating lamp - the large swaths of curse marks on these people had really begun to slowly dissipate.

So today's matter... There are too many things that can't be said, Zhuang Qingliu's eyelids drooped slightly, and he thought about a lot in a mess for a while, but he didn't understand it for a while.

Mei Hualan turned her head around, and finally asked, "Siji?"

Zhuang Qingliu raised her eyes: "She's in the coffin... Uh, she fell asleep, she should be fine, just wake her up."

The two returned to the stone room next to them. Zhu Heng was still tied where he was, but he didn't show any distress at all. He just stared at them coldly and didn't speak. Zhuang Qingliu ignored her, leaned over to the coffin, and slapped her awake roughly Mei Siji.

"Mr. Duanzhu? You're back?! Are you all right?"

Mei Siji looked around as soon as she got up from the coffin, and when she saw that Zhu Heng had been tied up, she breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed the bruises on her legs, and kept looking at Zhuang Qingliu with her eyes: "Aren't you Did you say that no one is looking for revenge for you?"

"..." Zhuang Qingliu glanced at Zhu Heng, and thought to himself, "She didn't want to kill me, so it shouldn't be considered revenge?"

"??" Mei Siji snorted, "You don't have to comfort yourself, I think her arrow almost pierced your eye."

"Maybe, but it's one thing to poke me, another thing to kill me." Zhuang Qingliu bent down and fished her out of the coffin, "Think about being in the blue lake, with her Standing by the lake, so close, if you want to shoot your face, can you shoot it on your shoulder? It’s not Parkinson’s.”

The look in Zhu Heng's eyes suddenly flickered a few times.

Mei Siji's feet landed on the ground, and after the activity, she actually felt that it made sense: "But why..."

"Don't ask me what Parkinson's is, please don't." Zhuang Qingliu rejected her, looked at Zhu Heng and Mei Hualan and said, "Mei Pan, please unlock the spirit lock on her body, anyway, she is temporarily locked The pouch has consumed her spiritual power, so it will be easy for you to clean her up again."

Mei Siji corrected immediately: "What kind of spirit-locking pouch? Even if there is no spirit-locking pouch, Duanzhu-jun himself is better than her!"

Zhuang Qingliu seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Mei Hualan, "Did you just want to say that?"

Mei Hualan: "...I don't have one."

"Haha." Zhuang Qingliu looked at this person's expression up and down, and suddenly felt that she was very cute, so he boldly stretched out his hands to pinch the boss's face, lifted it up from both sides, and teased with a smile, "Okay, you didn't."

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

The corners of Mei Siji's eyes twitched violently, and Zhuang Qingliu's gaze began to burst.

Zhu Heng's complexion became more subtle, and he pretended not to see the hurtful scene, and carefully looked at Zhuang Qingliu from a few steps away: "You won't do anything to me?"

Zhuang Qingliu withdrew his hand and raised an eyebrow at her: "Hehe, if I have the ability, see if I don't knock your head off. But this time it's not me who tied you up, let's talk about it next time."

Zhu Heng didn't know what he thought of, so he looked at Mei Hualan mockingly.

Mei Hualan ignored her, and took back the light golden spirit rope calmly, but suddenly turned her wrist, and threw Zhu Heng directly into the pile of walking corpses in the outer room, and then swept her sleeves, causing the walking corpses to fall on all sides. barrier.

This means, let her start working, and wait for the walking corpse to kill her before finishing killing the walking corpse.

Zhu Heng's face was blank for a rare moment, and he stood among a group of walking corpses and looked at the few people in the eyestone room in astonishment.

Only then did Zhuang Qingliu hold her chin and wink at her: "What were you laughing at just now? Who wants to let you go, I have the same idea as Meimei - since you have shown your strength, of course these walking corpses are all you Let’s start, please. Be sure to have fun.”

As her words fell, Zhu Heng's face was covered by the tide of corpses rushing up.

Mei Siji was startled by Zhuang Qingliu's blurted out "Mei Mei" again, and then she choked, "I thought you were going to let her go in front of Mr. Duanzhu, and then quietly find her again later." .”

Zhuang Qingliu looked at her in surprise: "How is it possible? I'm not a white lotus."

Mei Siji was a little strange: "Then what color are you, pink?"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

Nothing can describe her mood, nothing.

She glanced at the people next to her, turned around and went back to the stone room, always feeling in her heart that it was not Zhu Heng's repeated provocations that caused Mei Hualan to "collapse" in the end, but her almost naked back.

After Mei Siji recovered, she skillfully took out a few communication symbols and began to prepare for the follow-up matters.

This time Zhuang Qingliu ignited a few fire talismans he had picked up from Mei Siji, and stood directly at the door of the stone wall, asking straight to the point, "Who took a head from upstairs?"

The flames illuminated the faces of these people, and everyone's expressions changed: "What head?!"

Zhuang Qingliu glanced over, and his eyes moved slightly to the ragged boy... on the box beside him, lowering his eyes and asking thoughtfully, "Did you take it?"

The hesitant face of the ragged boy turned pale. It seemed that the wooden box where the tomb utensils should have been placed was indeed a human head.

The circle of people around him also made an uproar, and moved back a few feet in an instant. A man with a mustache leaned against the wall and pointed in horror: "Who are you?! Why do you carry a head with you?!!"

Zhuang Qingliu was a little surprised by his shouting and questioning, but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that there are usually not dozens of people who go to the grave together, and these people who are trapped together should still be divided into several waves. To be trapped is to be trapped together, but not necessarily to know each other.

Plum Blossom's appendix lifted slightly.

Then without them asking, several waves of tomb robbers who didn't know each other identified each other, and found that this young man didn't belong to any of them. In other words, he went down the tomb alone? !

Zhuang Qingliu squinted his eyes and walked a few steps closer, looking down at him oppressively: "Who the hell are you? Why did you take this head?"

"I... am just an ordinary person living near Xuanzhou City."

The ragged boy's body was a little stiff and tense, but he pressed his hands on the wooden box as calmly as possible. After a long while, he unexpectedly replied: "When I was forced to retreat from the upstairs by the walking corpse, this one The monk with the head was killed to protect me, and then his head rolled to my feet, so I picked it up and put it in a box, hoping to... take it out and bury him properly."