Although this ghost girl was given to him by others, her strength cannot be underestimated. If she can be cultivated, his talent will be greatly improved...
He had a hunch that it might be the same person who set the fire before. Don't let him know who it is!!!
Not long after Dongfang Muyao came down the mountain, the woman in black who they had met before appeared in front of them again holding an umbrella. When Lin Qingli saw this woman in black, alarm bells rang out, and she shivered and went to bed with fear.
Hao Rongmo shrank back.
The woman in black gave her a half-smiling look as a threat. Lin Qingli had seen what she was capable of, and she firmly believed that no one present could beat the woman in front of her.
The woman held an umbrella and looked at them: "It seems that these young heroes have found someone. I still underestimated you before."
Mu Yao took a step forward and asked: "I wonder who the girl is? Can you tell me their life experience?"
The woman glanced at all of them casually, her light eyes not paying attention to them: "Don't worry, you will know soon. In addition to congratulating you all, I have one more thing to remind you."
The woman lowered her voice like a ghost: "Those two ghosts can't be trusted."
Mu Yao raised his eyebrows: "May I ask if they have done anything heinous before?"
The woman chuckled, "Describing them as extremely evil is considered forgiveness." She continued: "So I advise you, why not kill the two of them now. They are just two ghosts, and take their souls to the Heaven and Earth Dao Alliance.
Asking for credit will also give you some benefits, so why not do it? How could the young hero not even understand this?"
Ever since he knew that the female ghost was trapped in the ancient tomb, Mu Yao had vaguely guessed that their identities were unusual. The woman in front of him must know the reason, but why did she keep it secret and refused to tell him?
The woman seems to be a fun-loving person, as if no matter what decision Dongfang Mu Yao makes, she will benefit from it.
"Thank you for informing me, senior, but after all, they were released by us, and we have to consider them carefully before deciding whether to stay or go," Mu Yao said.
"You are quite steady. I am very optimistic about you." The woman glanced at her approvingly, "However, being too cautious is not a good thing. If you want to take the overall situation into consideration, you will inevitably make sacrifices."
The woman glanced at Shen Wuchuan and frowned. She didn't know why she always felt familiar when she saw Shen Wuchuan's face, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
But she couldn't remember it. She had been dead for a long time and many people she had met before had forgotten her.
"When I met this young master earlier, I thought he looked familiar. I wonder what your name is?" the woman changed the topic and asked directly.
Chen Wuchuan's eyes exuded an icy coldness at first, but then he looked embarrassed, looking pitifully at Mu Yao for help, as if he was very frightened.
"He is my junior brother. If you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly." Mu Yao blocked the woman's visiting gaze.
The woman also realized that something was wrong with her. She coughed slightly and looked away: "That's too abrupt. How could it be him... Young heroes, let's meet again by fate."
She had been dead for so many years, and Shen Wuchuan looked to be in his teens. Unless "he" was disguised himself, there was no way she wouldn't be able to tell.
Haha, what a joke, the demon world is so busy, how could that tyrant have time to have fun here?
The woman walked slowly down the mountain. Shen Wuchuan breathed a sigh of relief and complained: "Her eyes are so scary, so gloomy and violent."
Mu Yao held his hand tightly, as if to comfort him.
Rong Mo was seriously injured this time and needed to go back to rest as soon as possible. The Fengyun Competition was just around the corner, and he didn't know if it would affect him.
But right now Dongfang Mu Yao has a more important thing to do, and that is to find out what happened to Dongfang Zhongqing's tomb.
Back at Yuyin Villa, Yu'er was still drowsy and wanted to sleep. Before leaving, Mu Yao interrogated her: "Why did you go to Weishi Villa?"
Without thinking, she said: "I saw that sister inside and wanted to go play with her."
"Who locked you up? Did you see anyone else in the cave?"
The little girl thought: "It's an uncle, I don't know him."
Mu Yao couldn't figure out what he was asking, and frowned slightly: "From now on, let her stay by your side and stop running around. Your two backgrounds are a mystery. Many people covet her ghostly aura. This is Zhongzhou. It’s easy to cause trouble, so next time something like this happens, I’ll stand by and watch.”
The male ghost also knew that Mu Yao was under a lot of pressure because of the two of them, and immediately nodded in agreement: "Thank you, girl, I won't trouble her anymore."
"Let her have a good rest." Mu Yao sighed and began to think about what to do next.
Looking at the spiritual stones on the table, Mu Yao's expression became more solemn. Although Dongfang Zhongqing had faked his death, it was not difficult to see from these funerary objects that Su Qionghua was very interested in it and almost brought all the best magic weapons in the family. Gave it to him.
Although everyone knows that this is meaningless, Su Qionghua is so partial that even if he gives comfort to a dead person, he is not willing to give it to a living person like himself.
The only consequence of the rich burial objects is to arouse the covetousness of others. It would be better to let Dongfang Zhongqing go away quietly. As a result, the grave has been dug up now, so why bother.
This matter was related to the reputation of Yuyin Villa, so she decided to go alone.
The mausoleum of Dongfang Zhongqing was built on a secluded fairy mountain under the name of the Dongfang family. The fairy mountain is shrouded in smoke and lush green all year round, and is heavily guarded by disciples.
The ancestors of Yuyin Villa are buried here, and there are usually special tablets, and behind the tablets are the cemetery and statues.
"Master of the family, master of the family." The disciple said respectfully to her.
Mu Yao said calmly: "Have you noticed any abnormalities in recent days?"
"Master, there is nothing unusual."
They must not have noticed anything unusual, otherwise no one would have reported it.
"I want to go in to mourn my father, so be on guard."
"yes."
Dongfang Mu Yao lifted up her skirt and walked in slowly.
After walking through a wet grassland, what came into view were ancestral temples.
Although there are heavy guards outside, it is not convenient for anyone to watch here, so few people come in.
She walked straight to Dongfang Qing's cemetery. In front of the white lime roof stood a statue more than two meters high, standing tall and shining in the sun.
I had seen Dongfang Zhongqing in portraits before, but seeing his statue in person today was quite shocking.
Although the statue depicts his face as ordinary, judging from the fluttering clothes and the action of drawing the sword ready to go, he is full of youthful spirit.