no one knows better than me

The Shangzi Pei family controlled more than 50 cities. Pei Xuan's family was stationed in the remote Xuanzhou, and there were dozens of people in the whole house. If almost the entire Pei family's Xianmen disappeared, how many people would there be?

Mei Siji, who was leaning against the wall with her arms folded from a distance, subconsciously stood up straight, approached with a sword in her hands, stood under the poplar tree and looked up to listen.

Zhuang Qingliu and Mei Hualan glanced at each other, and asked Mei Xiaohan: "Is the missing person from the whole house of each city, or..."

"It's just people with the blood and cultivation of the Pei family." Mei Xiaohan quickly replied, "The detailed information has not been sorted out yet, but I guess there are more than a thousand people."

That is the group of relatives and children with the strongest cultivation base in the entire Shangzi Pei family. How could these people be taken away by someone overnight?

Zhuang Qingliu turned her head and asked, "Mei Pan, can you do it?"

Mei Hualan met her eyes, but didn't answer.

Zhuang Qingliu was suddenly surprised - this person can do it?Has her cultivation reached this level quietly?

At this time, Mei Xiaohan on the other side of the talisman pondered cautiously: "Of course it is impossible to rob by force, and there is no clue that someone shot at more than a thousand people at the same time. I guess... this may be a kind of Sacrifice or curse, let these people go to a certain place by themselves, and then trap them together."

That's okay too?Zhuang Qingliu looked away from Mei Hualan's face, and asked, "What kind of sacrifice or curse is this, is there any precedent?"

"There are similar records in ancient scrolls, but I have never seen it with my own eyes." Mei Xiaohan said in a calm voice, "Senior Zhuang, it's normal that anything is possible with tricky techniques."

"Yes, you are right." Zhuang Qingliu agreed, so he asked instead, "Almost all the members of the Pei family disappeared, and what happened suddenly..."

"The sudden occurrence of evil things in various places is not a problem for the time being. It just so happens that the hundreds of immortal sects have contributed their efforts in the past two days. Many people are now in the Shangzi land boundary, and they will disperse to help suppress it quickly."

"That's good." Zhuang Qingliu sat on the poplar tree, suddenly picked up a small piece of radish that he hadn't finished eating, and took out a map in his hand, and asked Mei Xiaohan a strange question without saying hello. Question, "One more thing, I want you to help me find out, Shanyang City, Shanyin City, and Yuzhou City, the Pei family stationed in these three cities... When did the current Patriarch succeed?"

Unexpectedly, Mei Xiaohan said after listening, "Senior Zhuang, please speak carefully, I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

At this time, a hand was stretched out from the side, and took away the radish that Zhuang Qingliu was busy dangling from his mouth. In fact, there was only a little left, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked at Mei Hualan, and repeated the question again.

Mei Siji heard this time in a cloud of mist, but Mei Xiaohan quickly heard the movement of unfolding the scroll map softly, and then said: "These three cities are the three cities closest to Xuanzhou. wait."

Mei Xiaohan probably just waited a moment after he finished speaking, then he quickly said after checking his hand: "It was all 17 years ago, and he succeeded at the same time within a year—"

In other words, the old heads of the three families passed away within a year. Mei Hualan suddenly took a look at Zhuang Qingliu and asked Mei Xiaohan, "Why did the three old heads pass away?"

"One was ill for a long time, and it was recorded that he died of an illness. One died unexpectedly due to the suppression of evil spirits. The last one died of over-cultivation and exploded."

That is to say, it is not a death without a problem, and if no one studies it deeply, no one will pay too much attention to the seemingly natural death of three side branch patriarchs in a big family in one year. Can't help asking: "Senior Zhuang, do you have any clues?"

Zhuang Qingliu murmured vaguely: "A little bit." She put away the map, looked at the talisman that started to emit little white smoke again, "Thank you, let's do this first, and contact me when there is something else."

After she finished speaking, the talisman burned into a wisp of ashes, which was blown gently by the wind and scattered.

Zhuang Qingliu turned to Mei Hualan, looked at her and said, "Mei Pan, do you think the same as me?"

Mei Hualan: "Yes."

"Really?" Zhuang Qingliu suddenly teased her: "Then what am I thinking, tell me?"

Mei Hualan raised her hand, handed the radish she had just taken back to her mouth, followed Zhuang Qingliu's example and suddenly tapped lightly, then looked into her eyes and said: "You are thinking, after eating the radish, you still want to eat it .”

Mei Siji, who was waiting to hear with pricked ears under the tree: "...??"

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly laughed heartily, knowing that this person really knew something, then Lying Silkworm's deep eyes slightly bent, took the last piece of radish from Mei Hualan's hand, and asked deliberately: "Then you? "

Mei Hualan didn't say a word, and directly took her down the tree, and walked back to the alley where she bought radishes in the morning. Along the way, seven or eight people all turned their attention to Zhuang Qingliu's fashionable pear blossom.

Zhuang Qingliu didn't care, but he was in a very beautiful mood. He saw that the radish seller was still there at a glance, and immediately went up to the returning customer, looked down into his basket, and found that he was selling grapes in the afternoon.

She pretended not to have heard what the stall owner said not long ago, "We locals don't eat fruit in the season when there are red-skinned radishes." She simply shortened the steps of the question, and took a look at the grapes with excellent appearance. Then, she turned her head and looked at Mei Hualan...'s purse.

Mei Hualan stood still this time, looked at her and asked, "Want to eat?"

For some reason, Zhuang Qingliu had a feeling that the words had a deep meaning and she had to answer them carefully... She immediately blinked and looked at the expressions of the people next to her a little seriously.

Mei Hualan's eyes suddenly seemed to flash an indescribable smile, she walked two steps closer to pay, and put the grapes into her palm: "Let's go."

"..." This person's cadence was intentional, and he followed her routine again if he didn't pay attention.

Mei Hualan's mood also seemed to be very beautiful, and her temperament softened a lot when she walked beside her. After going around, she paid for fried peas and almond flower candy one after another, and brought Zhuang Qingliu back to the inn.

Zhuang Qingliu was not in a hurry, and asked her only after going upstairs: "Aren't you going to Pei's Immortal Mansion?"

Mei Hualan said concisely: "The boat is moving."

Zhuang Qingliu entered the door with sugar in his mouth, and immediately understood that no one knew about the fact that Meihualan could be transported thousands of miles, so Mingli Mei's fairy boat has been floating on the water. In fact, they can stay in the inn until the time comes. Go straight to the door.

It’s just that the technique of teleporting thousands of miles, one can imagine how much spiritual power it consumes once. Resting in an inn is much more comfortable than being bumped on a boat, which means "funds are burning".

The sky darkened slightly, and the hot water that Mei Siji asked for was brought up, Zhuang Qingliu didn't think much about it, and lay down in the bathtub and soaked lazily for a while.

Mei Hualan did not ask for three rooms this time to manage the house thriftyly. Instead, she lit up the candles and sat on the table in the outer room looking through spiritual books. She seemed to be looking up something, and she might not be going to sleep at night.

Zhuang Qingliu came out of the wash, changed into a clean and white undershirt, and walked around the house for a while, only to find that Mei Hualan was still looking at her hair from time to time.

"You...uh." Zhuang Qingliu stopped in his tracks and plucked the end of his hair, "What kind of expression is this? Just a little less hair... Is it really worth being so sad?"

Mei Hualan retracted her long eyelashes, lowered her eyelids, and turned a page of the book.

Zhuang Qingliu also picked up the fried peas, and then quietly lay down on the window sill, like a kitten, quietly looking out at the night that was changing from light to dark.

The candlelight danced back and forth at the corner of the table, and the book in Mei Hualan's hand hadn't turned a page for a long time. She drooped her long eyelashes quietly, as if she was thinking about something.

Time flowed silently, and Zhuang Qingliu was leaning against the window, blowing the gentle evening breeze, as if he didn't notice it.

The light and shadow slowly dragged on the pane for a long time, until the moon was in the sky, Mei Hualan picked up the cup and fiddled with the teacup lightly, glanced at Zhuang Qingliu's back from the corner of her eye, and lowered her head to ask: "Where are you today? In the tomb, Zhu Heng—"

"Did Zhu Heng say anything to you?"

Zhuang Qingliu leaned against the wall, and when she heard this, she turned sideways to look at her.

Mei Hualan held the cup with her fair five fingers, she didn't say much, and let her look at it.

There was no expression on Zhuang Qingliu's face, she just asked suddenly: "Are you afraid of what she will tell me?"

Mei Hualan stared at her motionless for a moment, then said with some difficulty: "Yes."

Zhuang Qingliu's eyes moved slightly, and immediately jumped up from the window without hesitation, approached Meihualan, and gently supported the edge of the table with his hands to look down at her: "Then I won't listen, so you don't have to be afraid of this."

Another emotion appeared in Mei Hua's translucent eyes almost instantly, as if there was something she wanted to say that almost blurted out.

Zhuang Qingliu's hands on the table were sore, and she subconsciously said first: "Don't worry, let's talk when you have something to say." After she finished speaking, she suddenly turned around and went to bed like a tornado, "I want to sleep .”

The emotions in Mei Hualan's eyes quickly flowed away without a sound, and it turned out that Zhuang Qingliu seemed to be calm today, but in fact he was much less than usual. Sleepy on time as well at night.

And thinking back carefully, when she faced those dismembered corpses today, she seemed to keep her eyes closed and didn't really look at them a few times.

Mei Hualan walked to the bed as if aware of it: "Are you a little scared?"

Zhuang Qingliu immediately pulled up the quilt and denied it: "What are you talking about, I didn't!"

A strange color appeared in Mei Hualan's eyes, and she lowered her head and asked in a softer voice, "Then how can I feel better?"

Without even thinking about it, Zhuang Qingliu was able to answer: "Let me poke your dimple?"

Plum Blossom Lane: "..."

Look at this person, just now he had the tone of being able to pick the stars and the moon for her, but now he just pokes a dimple, and now he has a face like "You should sleep by yourself".

But if you think about it, the act of poking a dimple may not be difficult in itself, but the premise is that you have to laugh at the dimple first. Mr. Mei will definitely not give her a concave shape out of thin air. Zhuang Qingliu can't tease her today, so she simply stretched Shot: "Forget it, you can draw the Dao'an God Talisman for me, I really want to sleep."

Mei Hualan's eyes fell on her face for a while, and she sat sideways on the side of the bed with her head bowed, held up Zhuang Qingliu's hand, and the white fingertips moved delicately in her palm.

After painting for a long time, a complex emblem exuding pale white aura floated out of Zhuang Qingliu's palm and floated into the air—it was not An Anfu.

Zhuang Qingliu blinked, stretched out his hand and pulled it in front of his eyes, turned it front and back and looked: "What kind of talisman is this?"

"Summoning talisman, if the situation is the same as today, you can call me at any time." Mei Hualan glanced at the thin blood line on her neck, "No matter where I am, I will come whenever I am called."

"Will come when you are called?" Zhuang Qingliu faintly felt that this was different from the ordinary distress talisman, so he couldn't help asking, "Is it different? What's the difference?"

Mei Hualan: "No matter where you are, as long as you say the summoning password, I will appear directly beside you in an instant."

"Is that so? Do you also come directly when you are taking a shower?"

Plum blossom circle: "..."

"Haha, I wouldn't do that." Zhuang Qingliu just felt that this kind of thing was very special and precious, and it didn't seem like a Zhang Fu. "Then what is the summoning password? How else can I say it?"

Mei Hualan seemed to glance at her a few times, then said expressionlessly: "It's very simple, while burning the talisman, I shouted at the same time—'Duanzhu Jun, save the baby'!"

Zhuang Qingliu: "..."

"???"