Jingye widened her eyes, gave Song Ling an annoyed look, and said, "If it weren't for you, would I be afraid? I only think about you because you helped me. If you're not in a hurry,
, let’s just go there and have a look.”
Ever since, Song Ling followed Ji Ye and came to the place where he found traces of loose cultivators.
In the closed alley where no one came or went, there were seven or eight mortal corpses lying here and there. These corpses all had a big hole in their chests, and their faces were chewed to pieces by unknown creatures.
Among them were the two young masters that Song Ling had just met in the restaurant.
In just half a quarter of an hour, these two souls were already dead.
"This doesn't look like something someone has chewed, does it?" Song Ling raised her hand to slap away the smell of blood, and frowned: "Even a casual cultivator can't do this. Did she raise some kind of monster?"
Many casual cultivators came to Nanzhen to seek wealth and wealth amidst the tide of beasts.
They would capture those monster beasts that were relatively powerful but did not have intelligence, and then learn to control and tame them like the Shadow Immortal Technique that had once conquered Taiyue.
It's just that the monsters raised by casual cultivators are often expensive, and not everyone can afford them.
"It should be." Jiye confirmed Song Ling's guess.
Immediately afterwards, he knelt on one knee beside the corpses, used spiritual power as a barrier to apply it on his fingers, and reached out to rub the wounds of the corpses.
The dark red blood stains stayed on Ji Ye's hand for only two seconds before disappearing.
"Judging from the traces, it's a monster I've never seen before." Ji Ye then replied.
The decision-making power suddenly fell into Song Ling's hands.
Now a casual cultivator who raises monster beasts appears in this town. Should they continue to Liang Kingdom, or stay to search for traces of this casual cultivator?
"These two people just teased the casual cultivator." Song Ling said: "If she is not a cultivator, then she should have been taken to the young master's house by now..."
After all, in a certain sense, these casual cultivators are doing harm to the people.
"So what's your opinion?" Ji Ye asked.
Song Ling blinked and said, "My opinion is to wait and see what happens for the time being. I'm not in a hurry to go to Liang State, what about you?"
"I'm not in a hurry." Jiye shrugged.
That day, Song Ling and Ji Ye chose an inn in the city to stay. After half a month, Song Ling finally no longer had to sleep in the open air in Feng Din and could lie down in warm and soft bedding and have a good sleep.
It's a pity that she wanted to sleep, but Song Mo refused to be honest.
Song Ling closed her eyes with her front foot and stepped into the familiar outside world with her back foot.
The difference from last time is——
This time, there were no humans or animals around, and the sky was a little brighter, so I could see the scenery clearly.
The endless forest forms green waves blown by the wind. There are mountains in the distance, towering into the clouds, and a river nearby, gurgling continuously.
Although all of this seemed so real and full of vitality, what was hidden beneath this extraterrestrial place was a dead silence that Song Ling could not ignore.
Just when Song Ling wanted to take a step forward, she felt burning pain in her fingers.
Looking down, Song Ling saw that the ring on the middle finger of her right hand was emitting a red halo. Beyond the halo, there were waves of spiritual power that could be seen with the naked eye.
"You're injured, I can help you." Song Mo's voice sounded again.
"You are wrong." Song Ling shook her head and denied, "I am not injured, nor can it be cured casually."
Song Mo repeated: "You are injured, I can help you."
"No, no need." Song Ling still refused.
Just after Song Ling's strong refusal, the river at her feet suddenly stopped. A skinny hand stretched out from the river and pulled Song Ling directly into the water.
Gurgling.
Gurgling.
Song Ling, who was reduced to a mortal, almost suffocated under the water. She struggled hard and kept flapping the hand that held her.
Unfortunately, the strength of this hand was extraordinary. No matter how hard Song Ling struggled, he could not shake it at all. In the end, he could only let his consciousness gradually fade away in despair.
However, at this moment, a familiar voice broke into Song Ling's ears.
"Wake up."
It's the sound of the silent night.
Consciousness suddenly returned, and Song Ling suddenly woke up. She rubbed her eyes, looked at Ji Ye sitting beside her bed, and asked: "What time is it now? How long have I been asleep?"
"Third watch." Jiye hissed and said, "I sensed the movement of that casual cultivator. She moved again. I have to go and take a look."
On the contrary, Song Ling had to stay in the inn.
"This is for you." Song Ling returned Ji Ye's album of fog spirits, "Be careful yourself, don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."
"Huh?" Jiye was a little surprised.
After all, holding the Wuling Atlas in hand means that he has grasped his weakness. Now that Song Ling has handed over his things before he arrives in Liang Kingdom, isn't Song Ling afraid that he will break his promise and get fat?
"I still don't know what level this monk is, nor what her personality is like, but the way she killed those people in the alley was very brutal." Song Ling explained: "Though those people are not good people.
, but what if she kills someone and doesn’t value this? So you’d better bring the Mist Spirit Atlas with you to have a higher chance of winning.”
If Ji Ye died in this unknown town, then Song Ling would really be blind.
"You should think more carefully." As he said this, Ji Ye put his hands back and took back the Wuling Album, then disappeared from the guest room in a flash.
It's three o'clock outside the house, and the first quarter moon is high.
Under the moonlight, Song Ling looked at the ring on her hand. She tried many times during the day, but could not take off the ring, nor could she talk to Song Mo again.
In fact, she could ask Jiye for help, but in that case, Jiye might realize that the ring was unusual and cause trouble.
Forget it.
Song Ling rubbed her ring with her fingertips and leaned her head against the window frame, feeling lost in thought.
Without paying attention, she had already escaped.
Even though she paid a heavy price, even though the first hundred years were spent in vain, she still gained freedom in the true sense.
You are no longer someone's substitute, and you no longer need to worry or be afraid.
The road ahead, whether it is thorny or bumpy, will be walked through step by step.
Along with such thoughts, Song Mo's voice sounded in Song Ling's ears, clear and subtle, as if he was a little shy to see others.
"I did not do it on purpose."
"I was wrong."
"Don't leave me."
Song Mo's voice was a little more throaty.
Song Ling didn't understand where the phrase "drop" came from. After thinking about it, she still attributed it to her wanting to take off the ring during the day.