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Nan Wu didn't accompany them to the north, he seemed to have other things to do, before leaving, he stood under Ji Qingbai's horse and looked up at him.

"You guys go first, I'll be back in a few days." Nan Wu said.

Ji Qingbai didn't have the nerve to bother him any more, and said gently: "With me here, nothing will happen, you don't have to worry."

Nan Wu didn't speak, he straightened Ji Qingbai's riding boots, shook the rein in the other's hand, and finally said two words, "Wait for me."

In this world, the countries are powerful, the feudal lords are separated, and the boundaries of the land are always unclear. Coupled with the natural disasters and man-made disasters for nearly a year, Ji Qingbai was starved and starved, with corpses strewn all over the place.

Changsheng couldn't bear to see it, he was soft-hearted, and he used medicines and cures all the way, saving many people, but later found that it was futile and useless. The endless demands caused him a lot of trouble.

Ming Huan obviously didn't have any idea about what happened to the common people. He mostly watched with cold eyes.

But it can't be seen that people are tired, so they have an ugly expression all day long.

Because of Nan Wu's absence, Ji Qingbai was a little distracted, it was the first time he had tasted the inexplicable feeling of lovesickness, and there was no one around him to complain.

The journey was difficult, and the three of them occasionally had to sleep in the open in the wilderness. Ji Qingbai kept watch over the fire in the middle of the night, and could not calm down even after meditating for a long time under the moonlight.

Changsheng was overtired and had a fever on the way.

Ming Huan decocted the medicine every night, staring at the stove with deep thoughts, not knowing what she was thinking.

Finally, they stumbled and arrived at Jincheng in the north after more than half a month. When the city gate was closed, the three of them handed over the paperwork for entering the city. Ji Qingbai found a restaurant to stay and Ming Huan went to the pharmacy to get medicine for Changsheng.

"Lie down first." Ji Qingbai didn't quite agree when he saw that his apprentice was making medicine again, "It's not good for you to be exhausted before you start investigating things."

Changsheng smiled: "I took too much medicine along the way, I'm afraid I'm in a hurry and I don't have enough medicine on my body." After speaking, he coughed a few times and sighed.

Ji Qingbai knew that although his apprentice had a good temper, no one would be able to pull him back when he was stubborn, so he had no choice but to shake his head.

Although Changsheng is known as a martial artist, his kung fu is only enough to protect himself. Ji Qingbai's cultivation level cannot be given to ordinary people without foundation.

After Minghuan came back, Changsheng was willing to take the medicine and sleep obediently. Ji Qingbai put a barrier in the room, and decided to investigate the matter of the dead first.

He changed into a nocturnal sweater, and as soon as he went out, he saw Ming Huan hanging on the window.

Monsters are really different from humans. It has only been a few years, and Ming Huan looks at the figure and appearance of an adult male. He is holding the window lattice with one hand, and one leg is almost hanging in the air.

"Where is Master going?" Ming Huan asked.

Ji Qingbai felt that his posture was too conspicuous, so he said dissatisfiedly: "Come down, don't be seen by others."

Ming Huan curled his lips, jumped down from the window, and lightly landed in front of Ji Qingbai.

"Go and check the previous incidents for the teacher." Ji Qingbai didn't stop him from following, and the two left the restaurant in the night, and walked quickly by the moonlight.

Ming Huan: "In the middle of the night, how can no one check?"

Ji Qingbai said indifferently: "You don't need to check the person, just check the place."

In the past year, there have been five massacres in Jincheng. This place is not the backcountry on the road. It belongs to the fiefdom of Jin. It is a quite wealthy capital. , Even the princes' mansions are not peaceful.

Hou Ye Song personally climbed Jueding Peak before, originally thought he wanted to seek immortality, but later found out that this was not the case, Jueding Peak was entrusted, it is not that he sent his disciples down the mountain to investigate, but in the end there was not even a clue. found out.

Although martial arts at the initial stage are not as good as those at the profound stage, it is impossible not to be able to detect any demonic aura. After thinking for a long time, Ji Qingbai came up with absurd thoughts. Could it be that these disasters were not caused by demons?

The courtyard of the deep house at night is full of ghosts, not to mention the aura of blood disaster added after the death, it seems that there is an evil spirit.

Ji Qingbai took out a luminous pearl, climbed over the wall and entered the backyard, only to find an apricot tree with strong roots and towering branches covering the roof of the eaves.

Ming Huan followed him and landed on the tree, whistled: "I'm afraid this tree has become a spirit."

Ji Qingbai took a look: "Not yet."

Ming Huan smiled, and he came down from the tree and followed behind Ji Qingbai. The former pushed open the door, and a musty smell fell on his face, mixed with outdated blood. nose.

He sniffed between his fingers, with a strange expression on his face.

"Not quite right." He lowered his voice and said to Ji Qingbai, "The taste is not right."

Ji Qingbai pulled out his sword, he looked up, there were many cobwebs on the beams, the roof was leaking, but it was blocked by the branches of the ginkgo tree outside, the room they entered should be the front hall, no one has moved after the death, A lot of dust fell on the tables and chairs of the Eight Immortals, and there was a painting in the center of the hall, a picture of swallows playing butterflies.

Ming Huan also had a night pearl. He carried the pearl and walked to the front, looked at the painting for a while, and said, "It smells like a demon, but it's not quite right."

Ji Qingbai also smelled it, but he couldn't tell the difference, so he could only ask, "What's wrong?"

Ming Huan: "The smell of a demon is not right." He thought about it for a while, then said unsurely, "Mixed with human blood."

People have died here, of course it smells like human blood, but Ming Huan said so, it is definitely not just the blood of mortals.

Ji Qingbai looked around with Ye Mingzhu again, suddenly the Lingtai shook, and his eyes widened.

Seeing his face change suddenly, Ming Huan panicked: "What's wrong?"

Ji Qingbai quickly turned and rushed out the door, he jumped onto the apricot tree two or three times, chanting a series of dictations, his face pale.

"Hurry back immediately." Ji Qingbai sternly said to Ming Huan, "Someone broke the barrier!"

The fire in the room was still burning, Changsheng breathed long, and slept peacefully. A black shadow burst into a golden light, dripping in like mud.

The windows and doors were closed tightly, and the Martian occasionally made a slight cracking sound, Changsheng turned over, and wrapped the quilt tightly in a blur.

The silt gathered into a faceless figure, dragged its lower body and slowly swam to the bedside, a tentacle stretched out and climbed onto the bed curtain.

Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes.

Silt seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly straightened his upper body and stabbed at him. Changsheng barely rolled into the bed, picked up the medicine bottle next to him and sprinkled a pile of powder.

It is true that he is not good at martial arts, but he is a master in pharmaceuticals and poisons. Whether he is dealing with humans or demons, poisons can be restrained.

The silt that the powder touched melted in a short time, perhaps knowing how powerful it was, the remaining black matter had already retreated from the bed, no longer forcibly hitting hard.

Changsheng held a bunch of bottles and cans in his arms by the way, staring closely at the bed.

He couldn't see what it was, but breaking Ji Qingbai's enchantment was by no means a simple thing, the key was that there might be more than one.

There was a gust of wind passing by outside the window, Chang Sheng squeezed the bottle tightly and was about to smash it out, when he saw Ming Huan bursting in through the window covered in flames.

Changsheng: "..."

Ming Huan turned his head, his hair was like a layer of golden fire, staring at Chang Sheng for a while.

"I'm fine." Chang Sheng subconsciously said, "Calm down."

Ming Huan clenched his jaw, he walked to the side of the bed in two or three steps, and tore off the bed curtain forcefully, the poor two gauze scarves turned to ashes in an instant.

Yehuo can't get close to mortals, and Minghuan can't touch him.

Seeing this, Jin Yan Chi Feng seemed furious, and suddenly raised his hand, piercing his heart with one finger, and a drop of blood condensed on his fingertips.

"Drink it." Ming Huan looked down at Chang Sheng's face and said coldly, "Don't force me to drink it for you."