Yingmeng didn't walk very fast, but every step seemed to announce the countdown to death.

The last moment the dagger fell, her shoulder was stuck, and then she was lifted open by a spiritual energy.

Yingmeng took a few steps back, and his eyes darkened slightly, like a dark black hole that could swallow people up.

"You're trying to stop me again." Yingmeng stopped there, the rolling emotions in his eyes were shockingly paranoid and pathological. The dagger dripping with blood was already aimed at the obstacle. "I'm very angry."

…

A quarter of an hour later, the shadowy man in moonwhite gradually became clearer.

Ying Meng covered her head and half-knelt on the ground.

Xian Qing reached out and touched the corners of Ying Meng's eyes. "Does it hurt?" A sigh escaped from his throat.

Yingmeng's vision became blurry again.

His slightly cold fingertips became warm, and waves of dizziness came over him.

That warmth miraculously smoothed away all the darkness and violence that had stirred up in Yingmeng's mind, and the hostility in her body disappeared without a trace, as if she was willing to hide herself for that ray of warmth.

Xian Qing's shadow slowly became clearer in Ying Meng's eyes.

Ying Meng slowly opened her eyes, her eyelashes were long and slender like butterfly wings, and the depths of her eyes were stained with a bright red color, which slowly settled.

At this moment, she lowered her head and sat with her hands and feet shrunk. She looked no longer as sinister as before. "Why are you here?"

Xian Qing's eyes reflected the cold light of the dagger, and his slender white fingers were like works of art. He held a handkerchief and wiped it coldly and respectfully. "I would like to ask you, you said you can handle it well, this is how you handle it.

?”

I don't know if that word touched the darkness in Yingmeng's heart, and her expression began to become a little unpredictable again. "I am not the child in the future who needs help from others for everything, and you are not the fairy king who strategizes."

"Then how do you plan to solve the next thing?" Xian Qing narrowed his eyes slowly, and then...

"Crack!"

Yingmeng's forehead flicked.

Yingmeng's left eye narrowed slightly, and he was lying on the ground with a blank look on his face, a little silly, and it looked like he was probably blinded.

"Is this how talents are used?!"

Xian Qing couldn't hold it back and smiled lowly with the corners of his lips curled up. "Why don't you explain it?"

Yingmeng snorted, pursed her lips slightly, and glanced in Ming Yue's direction with dissatisfaction. "I really didn't do anything. I got rid of everyone. But she suddenly appeared again, and...

You want to kill me. What did I do?! I was just acting in self-defense."

Yingmeng's cheeks bulged slightly, and she was very angry.

What's more important is that she revealed something she shouldn't have known.

"Why did she want to kill you?" Xian Qing frowned slightly and pursed her lips tightly.

Ying Meng's face looked strange for a moment, but then she turned her head and looked furious. "She is sick!"

"To be honest." The cold voice sighed slightly.

gas.

Yingmeng hid hesitantly, with a trace of unspeakable self-abasement in his lazy voice, telling the cause and effect, but deliberately omitting some details.

"I found a soul, and then she said what I had learned, their spiritualism in the underworld. Oh my conscience! I don't even know what spiritualism is, and I have never even heard of it. How did I learn it like this?!

"

"If it's spiritualism, then the explanation makes sense." Xian Qing's eyes flashed with deep thought, and he pressed his temples with a headache.

"What? What's the problem?" Ying Meng gently shook his fingertips.

"Didn't I let you read the History of the Underworld Scroll in the future?"

Yingmeng recalled it carefully.

Hmm... It seems that there really is such a book... But at that time, there was a shortage of firewood for barbecue, and the magic ignition affected the purely natural craftsmanship. In addition, due to the image (lazy) problem, she could not pick it up by herself, so...

"No."

Xian Qing narrowed his phoenix eyes dangerously, frowned, and finally everything turned into a sigh. "Forget it, let me solve it in the future.

The real power of spiritualism is not in summoning souls. Soul summoning is only the most basic, it is more powerful than controlling thousands of souls. It is said that when you practice it to a great extent, you can control the souls of living people."

Ying Meng's eyes dimmed. She knew what this meant. It was equivalent to being able to turn everyone around her into her own puppets with a pinch of her fingers. In addition, the most indispensable thing in this world is the dead. If you can control them, you will be able to control them.

If they become their own puppets, they can easily form an army...

Xian Qing looked at her lightly.

The two of them said in unison, "One person can fight against an entire world."

Ying Meng took a breath, but it was obvious that she still thought Ming Yue had gone too far, and expressed her doubts with her eyes.

Xian Qing's eyes darkened slightly, and her thin lips pursed tightly, with a hint of helplessness. "The two realms of ghosts and ghosts were once collectively known as the underworld. There was only one founder of the Ming dynasty..."

Now Yingmeng understands.

She finally understood why Ming Yue wanted to deal with her at all costs even though she knew her strength was unfathomable.

Because this is spiritualism, the secret art of the royal family, and the foundation of the underworld's government. No matter whether she has the ability to practice it to perfection, as long as she knows it, she may set a bad precedent.

Isn't the common cover of the royal family the Chosen One? Then why is he the Chosen One and you are not? Because he is the only one who can learn spiritualism and is destined to rule all ghosts. But what if spiritualism is no longer a monopoly?

You must know that most people in the underworld can live once, and many of them have great powers. Spiritualism is now a weapon that can make them willing to bend their waists.

If there are other people who know spiritualism and are still alive and well, this pair simply shows contempt for the imperial power and can shake up the political power.

You know, in this era, the underworld has not declined, and can even vaguely maintain balance with the entire world of the sun...

Therefore... it is better to kill ten thousand by mistake than to let one person go.

Xian Qing looked at Yingmeng's expression

Qing, touched her chin, and sensitively smelled something wrong. "But this is too casual. There are many people in the world who have the ability to recruit a newly dead soul. She can't point at one person and say him.

Knows spiritualism."

Ying Meng held up her cheeks, with anger hidden in her eyes. "You doubt me? Then read my memory."

The abnormal blood in Ying Meng's eyes fell into Xian Qing's gaze without any concealment. He took back the fingertips pressing on Ying Meng's forehead without leaving a trace, and laughed mockingly. "No need, her brain is already there.

It's not very normal. Maybe the picture in her eyes is that you deliberately activated the mechanism and then killed a person. According to theory, the wronged soul should be full of resentment when seeing the enemy who killed him, but you can have a peaceful conversation. She is big

The probability is that she mistakenly thought you controlled that person's soul."

Ying Meng smiled, she understood.

She came to Xian Qing with a clatter, spoke softly, and leaned forward. "Yes, that's right. There are many people who can control the soul. It's just that she is biased against me, so she subjectively wants to get rid of me.

Coupled with the previous incident with Xiang Yuyan, she thinks she has enough evidence. It would be more reasonable if there were some emotional conflicts here."

Seeing Ying Meng coming closer, Xian Qing raised his arms and hugged the shrunken girl. "Now tell me why you want to kill her."

Ying Meng muttered a few words in a low voice in an attempt to get away with it, but after being glanced at by Xian Qing, she let out a long sigh and looked at the half-dead Ming Yue with dark eyes.

"There are only a few people here who have vague guesses about your identity. If one day someone almost calculates your identity, and then it wants to make it public, what will you do?"

"You have other options." Xian Qing said, "Are you lazy, little guy?"

"If you have the ability, kill people and silence them. If you don't have the ability to negotiate for peace." Ying Meng's voice was tender. "Isn't this the easiest way? Isn't this what you taught me? Now it is obvious that there is no such option as negotiation. What else is there?

Is there any way to keep her from speaking?"

Xian Qing closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his tone was gentle and dark. "Isn't this Sheng Yuan's mantra? Is it really what I taught you?"

"Ding dong" your "she" is offline, please handle the crisis by yourself.

Ying Meng: "..." This is a good question. The scene was once very embarrassing.

"They are all immortals anyway. I don't have a good memory, so let's not worry about these details."

"Heh." Xian Qing just looked at her quietly, his eyes burning brightly.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but his voice sounded a little lower than usual, and Yingmeng couldn't help but feel a little thump in his heart.

Yingmeng hugged his neck and rubbed it softly. "I was wrong. You see how annoying he is, so for the sake of justice, you must kill him quickly."

Xian Qing glanced aside lightly and brought back the off-track topic. "Have you never thought about erasing her memory?"

"Are you kidding? She is a soul, and the underworld's cultivation is the soul. If I had the ability to erase her memory, I wouldn't just open a shop in the human world..."
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