Green air threads guide the way, and Ning Yi quickly walks through the streets.
Pass by Yue Guifang, Qing Yufang...
After a while, he chased for more than five or six miles, and the cyan air strands gradually became shorter and lighter, and the induction became weaker.
Ning Yi frowned slightly. The bloodstain had been cleaned up, so the 'Qi-Calling Soul-Calling Technique' had little effect. If the killer of the 'Tian Luo Zhong' had not been tracked before the blue Qi thread disappeared, the tracking would have failed.
After more than ten minutes, the green Qi Silk brought Ning Yi to Jingshanfang.
Under the tall building sign, a green aura flashed into a courtyard and disappeared.
Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief and ducked into a side passage. When he came out, he was already a middle-aged man wearing burlap.
I spent a tael of silver to make a living selling candied haws on the street, and walked into Jingshan Square with the handle.
"Candied haws on a stick, candied haws on a stick, sweet and sour candied haws on a stick..."
Following the shouting, a group of naked children gathered around.
Ning Yi stood near the door of the house, dealing with the little brat while sensing carefully.
With his current powerful soul, even a strong person in the Golden Core realm would not be able to escape Ning Yi's perception if he was not prepared.
"three people."
Ning Yi breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that it was not the den of the 'Tian Luo Zhong'.
Among the three, two should be ordinary people.
Zhizhi...
The courtyard door opened, and a little boy of three or four years old rushed out. When he saw Ning Yi holding a handle with red candied haws skewers on it, his eyes shone, and he turned around and shouted: "Mom, mom... buy it, I want it."
eat."
The woman was in her early thirties, wearing a blue and white rusty coat, with plump curves. She touched the little boy's head lovingly, took out four copper coins and put them in his hand, "Go, buy it for yourself, and bring a bunch for my mother.
"
"Well, well, well."
The little boy nodded repeatedly, stepped out of the threshold, looked back at his mother who was standing behind him, and bravely squeezed in front of Ning Yimin, "Uncle...two, two strings."
Ning Yi looked at this little boy with a tiger-like head and a tiger-like brain, and his pupils trembled slightly.
After collecting the copper coins, he took out two bunches of candied haws and bent down to hand them to the little boy.
The little boy cheered. He seemed extremely happy to have completed the first transaction in his life. He turned around and rushed towards his mother excitedly, with bright eyes.
The love in the woman's eyes was as sticky as honey. She knelt down and opened her arms to hug the child.
Suddenly, the little boy stumbled and fell to the ground with a thud.
The two bunches of candied haws flew out of my hand and rolled around a few times as they landed, covered in dust. Just like a little boy's forehead, the blood in the dust on his face looked so shocking.
Ning Yi stared at the woman, with many illusions passing through his eyes.
ah……
The woman seemed to have seen an extremely terrifying sight, and she let out a heartbreaking scream.
"My child, the head of the family, the head of the family..."
Ning Yi hurriedly put down the candied haws, helped the woman lift up the little boy, and carried him to the courtyard. After entering, he gently moved his feet to block the eyes of the troublemakers on the street.
"What happened?"
An impatient voice sounded from the house, and accompanied by footsteps, a man walked out of the main room.
He was wearing a navy blue robe, his face was slightly pale, his eyes were dull, and occasionally a cold light appeared, which made people feel chilly.
Seeing Ning Yi, the man's muscles tensed up and he was secretly wary.
When he saw the candied haws in Ning Yi's hand, his vigilance relaxed slightly, and his eyes fell on the little boy. He found that he only scratched his forehead, and he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He shouted: "I'm mourning. I've scratched my skin. Just rub it."
."
The woman was unmoved and cried miserably.
The man's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he walked over in a few steps, looking menacing.
"Friends, it's normal for children to be worried."
Ning Yi stood up and stepped forward. In the mud palace acupoint, the moon mirage beads trembled slightly, and a mysterious aura enveloped the entire small courtyard. He comforted him: "Don't be angry, just comfort me."
The man stared into Ning Yi's eyes. The next moment, a slender black dagger appeared in his hand and stabbed into Ning Yi's abdomen with a pop.
The figure was disillusioned. Ning Yi appeared next to the little boy, slapped the woman unconscious with his hand, grabbed the boy's neck, stared at the man with a sneer, and shouted in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, I am so alert. Now, we can talk
Talk?"
"What do you want?"
The man held the dagger tightly, with murderous intent blinking in his eyes, but he did not dare to move even if he was under the knife. His ears moved, as if he was listening to the situation outside the hospital.
"Don't listen, I'm the only one."
Ning Yi chuckled lightly and asked: "Since I have come to the door, you should know that your identity has been exposed. Then, let's open the sky and speak openly. You assassinated the Ning family of Yuegui Fang today, but the one from Yaowang Valley
Employed by Zhao Yuan."
"Do you think I'll answer you?"
"I'm afraid it's not up to you, fellow Taoist."
Ning Yi exerted a little force on his hand, and the little boy's face suddenly turned purple, his big eyes showed a look of fear, and he looked at the man in Tsing Yi for help.
"He's still a kid."
The young man's breathing became a little rapid. Seeing that Ning Yi was unmoved, he slowly closed his eyes, then opened them, lowered the dagger slowly, and said, "You win."
Ning Yi slightly let go of his hand and waited for the man's answer.
"There are also rules in our industry. The employer and the killer will not meet. I accepted the task of killing the Ning family, but I have no idea who placed the order."
Ning Yi didn't find it strange. This should be a routine operation. He asked in a deep voice: "Under what circumstances will you stop the mission?"
"The employer died and no one paid the balance. The mission goal was too powerful and exceeded the upper limit of the organization's capabilities..."
The young man named several goals in succession, appearing extremely cooperative.
"Tell me about your organization."
The young man was silent. Ning Yi's eyes flashed with light. The young man suddenly spoke up and said: "All Tianluo people are from casual cultivators. According to their different cultivation levels and strength, they are divided into four tribes: demons, monsters and demons. I belong to the tribe of Ying, codenamed Yingqi, and I am the joint person.
He's an old man in black, located in the Weiyi Lane teahouse, and his nickname is Crow Tail Feather..."
As he spoke, the young man suddenly woke up and his expression changed drastically.
The next moment, while Ning Yi was relaxing, his body twisted and disappeared from the place.
When he appeared, he had already arrived in front of Ning Yimin. A dark light suddenly appeared on the dagger, and it made a trembling sound like a ghost's roar, which made people dizzy.
The dagger flashed and stabbed Ning Yi in the chest.
However, the next moment he was blocked by a little boy.
The man in Tsing Yi's fierce light bloomed without any hesitation. The dagger pierced the boy's thin body. The extremely sharp black light spurted out from his back like the sickle of death, piercing Ning Yi's body.
After succeeding with one blow, the young man looked happy.
He glanced at the body lying in a pool of blood with a calm look in his eyes. He was about to clean up the mess when the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The blood was gone from the body, and not far away, his wife and son lay unconscious beside him.
The man in green's complexion changed drastically, and he twisted his body like ink dripping into the water, and was about to run away.
Suddenly, a golden sword light suddenly appeared and pierced into the ink ball.
Time turned back, the light ink thickened, and it turned into a corpse and fell. There was no damage on the surface, but the pupils had lost their luster forever.
Ning Yi glanced at the fainted mother and son and sighed.
When they meet unkind people, the man in Tsing Yi has no feelings for them at all, he just treats them as a tool to cover up his body.
Ning Yi waved his hand to put away the candied haws of sugar-coated haws, and grabbed the body of Zha Qi from a distance.
A ball of aura and soul flew out and fell into Ning Yi.
The next moment, Ning Yi's body shook and blurred, and he turned into a demon.