As early as when He Yu invited him to the city lord's mansion, Song Ling had left himself a backup plan.
Therefore, before He Yu revealed her true face, she had already made plans to escape and took action. However, Song Ling lost half a step by not being able to figure out the whereabouts of Mei Hu.
After escaping from the hall, Song Ling scattered several spiritual butterflies with a snap of her fingers, and separated out a few strands of spiritual consciousness to disguise the traces of her escape in different directions.
She turned around and went back to the city lord's mansion.
Finding Meihu and taking Meihu away is Song Ling's purpose.
He Yu had already woken up from the initial anger. He knew that Song Ling came in to save Meihu, so he was not too anxious and just waited and waited.
As for that person...
Just like Song Ling said, He Yu was indeed afraid of that person, so afraid that he didn't even dare to mention his name and didn't dare to face the fact that he entered the city.
But out of fear, Heyu had made complete preparations since he discovered that the man had entered the city.
"Keep an eye on the eyebrow fox for me!" Heyu rubbed his fingertips, lowered his eyes and ordered coldly.
"Lord City Lord..."
The red-eyed maid next to her moved lightly, walked slowly to He Yu's side, and asked softly: "Do the people in the Chengdong Inn need to be locked up?"
The searching soldiers made enough noise in the city.
This is also the meaning of Heyu.
He was extremely afraid of that person, so he staged a trick to get the person to relax his guard.
"It can't be locked up." When He Yu heard this, he smiled softly, raised his eyes slightly, and said: "How can it be locked up? That was the former king of Nanzhen. No one in the world who can lock him up has been born yet."
The maid quickly knelt on the ground.
However, Heyu suddenly stopped smiling.
No.
There are still some.
Thinking of Song Ling, He Yu suddenly felt that this person was the opportunity given to him by God.
Opportunities are always for those who are prepared.
He Yu reached out and took out a piece of gold leaf from his sleeve pocket. I don't know who sent this thing in. He detailed Song Ling's origins and gave He Yu a wake-up call.
"Then... please make it clear, Lord City Lord." The maid's head rested on the ground and she did not dare to raise it.
"Are you afraid of me?" He Yu walked over in a few steps, clamped the maid's jaw with one hand, forced her to lift it up, and said, "Song Ling and him are closely related to each other. Only by catching Song Ling can we possibly imprison him.
Do you understand?"
The narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.
Obviously He Jade Face did not raise his voice at all, but the maidservant was so frightened that she was shaking like chaff.
Seeing that it was boring, he relaxed his hand, straightened up, and continued: "Since Song Ling is here to save Meihu, we are not afraid of her escaping. Pay close attention to the movements of the inn. If he leaves the inn, then directly confront him
He takes action."
After giving the instructions, He Yu walked out of the house with his hands behind his back.
It was originally bright, but suddenly it was dark.
A blood moon hangs diagonally in the sky, looking scary and scary.
Song Ling, who was hiding in the city lord's palace, took back Lingdie and walked in the direction directed by Lin Die. She was not afraid that He Yu would set up a trap, or in other words, even if He Yu set up a trap, Song Ling had to go there.
Because Song Ling vaguely felt the slight movement of his spiritual platform, his cultivation showed signs of breaking through the bottleneck.
Song Ling guessed that the reason for making such a movement in his cultivation was not Meihu, but Heyu. In other words, if Heyu could be solved, this merit would definitely be of great benefit to Song Ling.
It is very likely to help her break through the limitations of the physical body.
The breeze blows everywhere.
Song Ling covered her tracks and walked along the dark corridor.
The sudden darkness in the sky was obviously abnormal, but this was Demon Lord City, and every plant and tree was probably under Heyu's control, so Song Ling didn't take it seriously.
only……
After she left for almost a stick of incense, I realized that something was starting to go wrong.
There were no spells, no magic circles, and no restrictions, but Song Ling just couldn't get out, just like a ghost hitting a wall, always spinning in place.
"How about it?"
A cold voice sounded.
Song Ling, who was wearing a concealment technique, was not afraid of being seen through, so she just stopped and said nothing.
She needs to think about it.
Think about the doubts about He Yu, and also think about the weirdness in the city lord's mansion.
The voice didn't give up, and continued: "This is a maze of peach blossoms. You can't get out. Instead of continuing to hide, why not come out and talk to me."
Listen carefully, this voice sounds a bit like a woman's voice, but also a bit like the voice of an immature boy.
In short, there are some males and females who cannot be distinguished.
But Song Ling still ignored him.
Dots of spiritual light flew out from Song Ling's fingertips, forming one spell after another in mid-air. But no matter how unpredictable Song Ling's spells were, they could not fly out of this corridor.
"What is the peach blossom formation?" Song Ling put down her persistence and asked in a loud voice.
The voice in the air smiled and said in a good mood: "How about you show your body and let me see it, and I will consider answering you?"
Song Ling naturally complied with such a simple request without any cover-up.
Just when Song Ling appeared, the sound sounded like a breath of cold air, and there was no sound for a long time.
"What, you can't answer? I can't leave here, what about you? I guess you are also an unlucky guy trapped here." Song Ling shook her wrist, and the energy visible to the naked eye came out from the bottom of her sleeves.
, spreading out like waves in the corridor.
A corner of the dim night was torn apart.
After a while, a light red figure appeared on the right side of the corridor.
Her long hair hangs down her shoulders, and her face is white and beardless.
It's a young man.
To be precise, he was a dead mortal boy.
"I know you." The young man sat on the armrest of the corridor with his legs crossed, looking at Song Ling and said, "But I am not the unlucky guy trapped here, I am the Peach Blossom Formation itself. They use
My body, my bones and blood, have created such a maze of peach blossoms that no monk can escape from."
It's not like Song Ling has never heard of using people to practice formations.
"How do you know me?" Song Ling suppressed the speculation in her heart and asked.
The young man narrowed his eyes and smiled, and replied: "Although I am a mortal, after a person dies and stays in the world for a long time, he can naturally come into contact with some gods and ghosts. That's when I got to know you."
When Song Ling heard this, she knew that the boy was lying.
Even the ghosts and ghosts who stay in the world are determined not to give birth to any power beyond mortals. If what the young man said is true, then there must be someone behind him to help him, and it will not be as easy as what the young man said.
"You saw through it."
The young man showed his teeth and said without embarrassment.
"Since you know that you can easily be found out, why would you still lie?" Song Lingru said, "You asked me to show up, presumably not just to deceive me, but tell me and let me hear what happened.
"
"How come you know everything?" The young man made a face, stretched out his long legs, and Shi Shiran fell to the ground. "However, even if you become smarter now, it will not help. Heaven is on her side."