Song Ling put Zhui Feng back into the bag and followed Ji Ye with his eyes, observing him secretly.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.
There is the movement of flowing water in the mountain col.
After searching carefully, Song Ling didn't see the water flowing. She thought it must be the effect of the magic. However, she had no spiritual power at the moment, so she couldn't investigate it in detail.
The people locked in the cage gradually regained their consciousness as Silent Night performed the spell.
But in this way, people just fell from one panic to another. They looked at Ji Ye and Song Ling in fear, and huddled in the corner, trembling.
Mainly watching Silent Night.
Song Ling looked like a clay figure at the moment. In the dim light, it was difficult for people to tell whether he was a clay figure or not.
To mortals, monsters are scary, and monks are also scary.
Only the large number of monks in those five towns have the virtue of helping the world and saving the people. There are more ordinary casual monks who are still hanging around in the secular world, bullying men and dominating women, and living in a land of fish and meat.
Therefore, they are afraid of powerful monks.
"What should we do? Those monster beasts are just outposts. If we stay for a long time, we should encounter their follow-up reinforcements." Jiye opened the cages one by one, turned around and continued: "Flee north, don't look back.
This place will soon be occupied by monsters, and if you stay, you will just become food again."
When the prison door opened, the villagers realized that the man in front of them was a savior and a good man. They fell down quickly and kowtowed to express their thanks.
"Don't you want to go to their stronghold? In that case, wouldn't it be the same if they waited for their reinforcements to arrive?" Song Ling asked.
As a result, Ji Ye looked back at Song Ling as if he were a fool and said: "When the reinforcements find out that the monsters here were killed by magic, they will not return to the stronghold immediately, but follow the magic."
Follow the traces of the law until the murderer is killed."
For Ji Ye, he deals with monsters every day and is very aware of the behavior of these spirit beasts.
"Then what are you going to do?" Song Ling followed Ji Ye's words and asked.
"I need a bait."
When she said this, Jiye was obviously talking about Song Ling.
Nowadays, Song Ling can be regarded as a mortal. No, it should be said that in the eyes of the monsters, the meat of Song Ling who has practiced is more tender and smooth than that of ordinary mortals.
In addition, she has now lost her spiritual power and has no ability to fight back. She is obviously more suitable to be used as a bait than those mortals.
Song Ling said nothing.
She had actually thought of this step a long time ago and followed Ji Ye's words from the beginning.
After all, when the monsters approached Song Ling in the first place, according to Jiye, he could have continued to cover up his tracks. With his ability, as long as he didn't want to, the two monsters wouldn't be able to find him even if they walked up to him.
But Jiye still stood up.
Was he trying to save people?
not necessarily.
Judging from Ji Ye's indifference to the lives of those mortals, we can probably figure out some of his temperament.
In this way, Song Ling guessed that it was precisely because he realized that there was a more suitable bait underneath that Ji Ye suddenly appeared and killed those monsters.
"If you want me to be a bait, what can you give me?" Song Ling asked.
Although Song Ling was not qualified to negotiate conditions when facing Ji Ye, she still wanted to struggle.
Jingye smiled, her smoky gray eyes looking particularly cold under the firelight. He raised his hand, his fingers slightly lowered, and six orange sparks rose around Song Ling.
He said: "Do you have a choice? Or do you have the heart to see them die?"
"You think I'm too great." Song Ling put her hand into the baggage, but her expression didn't change much, as if she didn't take Ji Ye's tricks seriously, "I did hesitate at the time, but in the end, my own
Life is more important, so I choose to continue squatting in the grass."
Seeing that Jiye was a little defeated, Song Ling continued: "I don't have the ability to resist you now, but can you guarantee that my bait will not do anything bad? I have my own thoughts and the ability to do evil."
No matter how advanced your cultivation is, it is difficult to completely control people's hearts.
What's more, Song Ling was once a practitioner.
After a short silence, Jiye asked very simply: "Okay, what do you want?"
"I want you to send me to Liang Kingdom."
"Liang Guo?" Jiye repeated the name, raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and said: "The purpose of my trip happens to be Liang Guo, so it's okay to give you a ride, but the premise is... you can do it under the demon beast
's mouth survived.”
This transaction is not a loss for Song Ling.
It can be said that there will definitely be many difficulties and dangers on the way from Weilu Mountain to Liang State. With Song Ling's current ability, he probably can't save his life.
If only a cultivator like Ji Ye had escorted him all the way, Song Ling could have avoided a lot of trouble.
The most important thing is that Song Ling has no possibility of saying no now. The only thing she can do is to get more benefits for herself.
"How can I be sure that you won't lie to me?" Song Ling glanced at the flames dancing around him and said calmly: "Not long ago, I was deceived by people from Weilu Mountain, so I am very indifferent to people.
No trust. What do you need to do to make sure that I can be safely escorted to the Liang Kingdom by you after escaping from the monster’s tiger’s mouth.”
Silent Night's reputation is well-deserved.
Song Ling didn't intend to trust this person more.
Even her senior brothers and masters who have been with her for hundreds of years can change their attitudes overnight, let alone strangers.
Moreover, the rumored Jing Ye was a cold, gray-haired monk, and the person standing in front of Song Ling at this moment was a somewhat talkative young man.
Who knows what kind of character he will be?
Seeing Song Ling being so cautious, Ji Ye took out a yellow scroll from his sleeve without any care, threw it to Song Ling, and said, "If you are really from Weilu Mountain, then you should know what this is.
.”
Song Ling lowered her head and looked at the scroll in her arms that exuded warmth.
It is the Wuling atlas of South Town.
Every inner disciple of Nanzhen Maoshan will refine such a natal magic weapon after achieving a small level of cultivation.
The Wuling Atlas records all the spells and spells the master has learned in the sect, and also hides the master's vital points.
When Jiye handed this thing to Song Ling, he put his head in Song Ling's hand. Although he could snatch it back at any time, Song Ling was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and it was still a bit troublesome.
"So, do you trust me?" Ji Ye asked.
Song Ling played with the Wuling atlas for a while, and then said with a smile: "It seems that my colleagues are sincere enough. In this case, of course I believe you."
While the two of them were talking, the villagers nearby had already fled.
It should be said that when Ji Ye mentioned the word "bait", the villagers who knelt down and thanked them were so frightened that they ran away without even taking their heads back.