Hearing Master Linghu's resolute tone, as if he was determined to destroy the "Baidin Qin", Master Gongshu felt slightly relieved. He turned his head and saw an indescribable expression between Ziqin's brows.
He was so cold that he couldn't help being suddenly startled: "The master is so murderous, will he stop only by suing his son?"
Thinking secretly in his heart, he couldn't help but ignited a fire again without trembling his fingers. Ziqin saw that the fire was not as red as usual, but had a bit of green or purple, and some indescribable colors, so he couldn't help but ask
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"What does divination in fire mean?"
"Master, please look." A strange light appeared on Gongshu Yu's face, and Gongshu's master pointed into the fire, "In this fire, two colors shine together, and three colors reflect each other. When a hundred and eight colors are all burned..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was only a "bang" sound, and the cluster of flames instantly burst into tiny sparks in Gongshu Yu's hands.
Ziqin subconsciously focused on her ears and listened around, only to feel that there was a thin and dense sound quietly walking among the stone crevices and quicksand. It was invisible and almost silent. She looked up and followed the quiet sound.
Go there, there are actually fine cracks hidden under the sand and stones. The cracks are so clever that if you don't pay attention, it will be difficult to detect even half a grain of quicksand falling.
"You can use flames to achieve this level of listening skills!" Seeing that a trap had been secretly woven in the darkness, Ziqin looked at Gongshu's master with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
The middle-aged man's face was still expressionless, as if nothing happened in silence.
"Now that the 108 colors are ready, I'm just waiting for the master's order to fight my way out of this sand prison with all the innocent people imprisoned here!"
"Okay." Ziqin nodded, with a hint of determination in her tone, "When does the master want to leave?"
"Tomorrow night, the guards will change."
Under the dots of firelight, Ziqin and Gongshuyu looked together and saw where slaves were, where there were traps, where there were strong men hiding as secret guards... everything was visible to the two of them.
Turning away the light, Ziqin saw a boy about the same age as Ayu on the other side, staring blankly at him with his eyes wide.
Ziqin smiled and stretched out her almost transparent hand: "My child, what is your name?"
The boy shook his head and didn't answer.
"Where are your parents?"
Upon hearing this, the boy took a deep breath: "Just now, he was dragged away by a group of shirtless men." Seeing the boy standing blankly, as if he could not recover, Ziqin confronted Gongshu's master.
He glanced at me, forced out a smile, and said softly: "Just come over here, okay?"
Unexpectedly, when Zi Qin took half a step forward, the boy suddenly ran back several steps as if he had been bitten by a snake. The boy crossed his arms in front of him and his voice trembled:
"My mother said that white-skinned ghosts want to eat people!"
After saying that, regardless of Ziqin being stunned on the spot, he ran away in a flash.
She didn't know how long she had been standing there, but Ziqin only felt that her heart was pricked by a thin needle. She felt vague pain, but suddenly a burst of bitterness filled the air. She was a person who had lived in the mountains and forests for a long time. No matter how famous or slandered the beings in the world were,
I always didn't take it to heart. But somehow, after coming to Yiyamo, I inadvertently started to care about these names that I had always been indifferent to.
Ziqin didn't want to forget what she promised Linghu ghost - no matter what oaths the predecessors of the Linghu clan, or the head of Mo Chen, had made to the world, the current Lirong clan would never hide in the mountains and forests.
It is a truth that can be smeared in history by anyone at will.
More importantly, Ziqin is right
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I have said that after returning to the mountain, I will never be separated from Qingqing again - I won't, and I can't.
When his thoughts were wandering, Gongshuyu looked at the boy who was running away: "These children were all caught and snatched away. They have seen so many cruel and inhumane things in the sand cell that they are frightened." Ziqin smiled bitterly and shook her head quietly.
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I have lived in seclusion in Li Rong for too long, and there are really too many things I don’t understand about things outside the mountains.
The sound of rustling footsteps approached quietly, as if in the middle of the night, for fear of waking up the sleeping people in the sand prison. But every night in the sand prison here, how many people can really sleep? People gather together,
Huddled in the corner, I wonder who will leave the crowd tonight.
Quiet footsteps came to the iron gate where Ziqin and Gongshuyu were, and a "dang" sound was heard, which was so deafening that it could make a big hole in the night sky!
"Everyone get up!" The strong man dragged an iron chain with a thick wrist and slammed it. The people in the corner hugged each other reflexively. The man seemed to be in a very bad mood today. When he came to the door, he was already cursing:
"Damn you saw a ghost! Let you all wake up..."
Before he finished half of the sentence, the man's throat said "uh", and then he felt his body go limp and fell down uncontrollably.
From inside the door, a transparent white hand stretched out and hit the "Yishe" point on the man's back without making a sound. The man's mind was still clear, but he couldn't move his limbs even half an inch, and there was a cough in his throat.
Chi struggled and tried to scream, but no sound came out.
The scimitar on his waist was snatched away in the blink of an eye. Then a subtle sound of "clang, clang, clang" was heard, the iron lock and chain at the door fell, and the cell door suddenly opened, pouring in
A gust of cold wind.
With the skills of Master Linghu, it is not difficult to deal with a small Northern Desert guard. But the men, women, and children in the sand prison are all powerless, let alone encountering a fierce man head-on.
Even with a knife in his hand, he might not be able to rush out with just a burst of courage.
While deep in thought, Gongshuyu flashed out and handcuffed the man who had been stabbed into the iron chain. He nodded to Ziqin and said, "I can calculate the time when these guards come and go, so I can take everyone with me."
It shouldn't be a problem." Seeing Ziqin's hesitation, Gongshuyu's tone became a little more anxious.
“Master Linghu, it’s not too late, Master, it’s important to find the apprentice first!”
Looking at the men, women, and children inside, they saw that the iron door was clearly open, but a group of people were still huddled together, with no one moving. Ziqin looked at a gray-haired old woman among them, and stepped forward to help her:
"Old man, come out quickly!"
Unexpectedly, the old woman shrank her arm and stabbed Ziqin in the chest with the crutch made of dead branches: "White-skinned ghost, are you trying to kill my old woman?" Before Ziqin could react, the old woman faced the iron door.
Pointing his finger, his body shrank back again: "After a while, the king of the Northern Desert found out that it was another good beating! You guys can beat me if you have the ability, but we old bones who can only be beaten will not be able to eat it."
Let's walk around!" Hearing what the old man said, Ziqin opened her mouth half-open and was slightly startled.
I never expected that these people, who had been imprisoned here for a long time, would become so frightened even after escaping from the prison. Looking at the crowd, men, women and children all had trembling expressions, as if they had exactly the same thoughts as this old man.
Yesterday, the boy met Ziqin again and looked at each other. He quickly covered his eyes and shouted: "White-skinned ghost! Don't come here... White-skinned ghost wants to eat children!" The white-haired old man didn't know where he suddenly came from.
He had the courage to pick up a dead branch and slapped Ziqin hard on the arm: "Quickly go! If you really want to harm us, you evil ghost, there are so many of us, and you will have to pay with your life!"
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At this point, Ziqin didn't feel angry at all. She just thought it was funny that the old man had such courage despite his age. He traveled around the world by himself, and with his unrivaled ability, he injured a lot of lives.
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It's just that he has never hurt anyone innocent, so the old man wants to "pay for it with his life". How can this be said?
She couldn't laugh or cry. Ziqin wanted to dodge when the old man hit him with a dead branch, but in the end he didn't move and let the sharp thin cane hit her arm firmly. Without waiting for the old man to stop, he immediately grabbed the middle part of the branch——
Just hearing a "click" sound, the dead branch suddenly broke into two halves. Ziqin held the half in his hand tightly, and then spread his hand. The hard branch had turned into flying powder, and from the white
The palm of his hand fell down. The old man opened his mouth in surprise, but Ziqin stepped forward and grabbed the old man's wrist like a dead branch.
"Everyone get out!" Leader Linghu bared his teeth and showed a look of terror, "Otherwise, we will all end up like this!"
The remaining young and old, how could they dare to hesitate when they saw the ferocious appearance of the white-skinned ghost? Each and every one of them rushed towards the door before they had a chance to pat their butts.
Until Ziqin let go of the old man's hand, the old man didn't even need a cane. He stood up tremblingly and ran away.
From hesitation to running away, it only happened in the blink of an eye. Gongshuyu turned around and showed a wry smile to Ziqin, and Ziqin nodded. I saw a group of people supporting each other and being led by Gongshu's master.
Wandering in the sand prison, even if he encounters a strong man who gets in the way, Gongshu Yu can deal with it with just a spark.
Seeing that the crowd had dispersed, Ziqin shook off the dust from his body, stood up, and said loudly: "I don't know where the master is, please show up!"
There was a sound of "ding" in the dark, coming from nowhere, and a strong wind blew past Ziqin's eyes. Listening to the sound of the wind, Ziqin knew that although the hidden weapon was close, it would not hurt him at all, so he stood where he was.
Without even blinking, he let the sharp weapon pass by his face and fly away.
Maybe he realized that this hidden move did not scare the famous leader Linghu. The mysterious man sneered and made another "ding" sound, and attacked Ziqin from the other side. It seemed that the hidden weapon came from, reflected
A strange light.
"Hidden thread!"
Ziqin suddenly understood in his heart that this mysterious man was also a good user of hidden threads. Without thinking too much, he immediately jumped back and escaped from the sharp dark threads sandwiched on both sides. However, the hidden threads were ever-changing, and they were different from each other.
All kinds of hidden weapons are intertwined, and they all have unique uses——
Who is this master who hides in the sand prison and is accustomed to using hidden lines?
Ziqin concentrated her attention and listened carefully to the direction of the hidden thread. The distance between the two hidden threads was no more than the blink of an eye, but they seemed to have moved a few steps away. Such swiftness should not be underestimated.
Just when the "ding" sound of the third hidden thread sounded, Ziqin turned around until the end of the thread came in front of her, then she suddenly turned her palm sideways, holding on to her inner strength and grasped the sharp hidden thread as sharp as a knife.
The mysterious master here seemed not to have expected such a sudden move from Master Linghu, and hurriedly stopped, but it was already too late.
Ziqin jumped up, followed the hidden path, and suddenly jumped to his footing in the middle of the sand prison.
The narrow sand platform was only half a person wide. Ziqin stepped on it, but like a swallow, it rushed toward the mysterious person hiding in it like lightning. A wisp of white clothes flashed in front of Ziqin's eyes, and the figure was like a ghost.
He hurriedly jumped a few feet away——
There is no difference between this figure and the owner of Wu Ling's tomb, the "crazy devil" at the door of Jimo Zhang!