Wuming ignored the old man's teasing at all. After watching the child's back disappear, he went back to the room and wrapped himself in a black robe again, preparing to go out.

But as soon as he stepped out one foot, the old man's voice sounded again: "Don't go out and take risks anymore. Judging from your current situation, if you attack someone like this, I'm afraid the blood curse will explode faster."

Wuming listened to his words and said a little cold: "My business has nothing to do with you."

Of course, Wuming knew that his situation was not good now, but if he didn't go out to do this job, what else could they rely on to continue living in the Tibetan underworld?

Not to mention that his nephew came to him every time and brought him soup. Even if he didn't do it for himself, just to make his nephew live a good life in his new home, he would wait to earn some spirit stones back.

Thinking of this, Wuming took steps and was about to leave again.

The old man put down the bowl in his hand and made a crisp collision: "I didn't say that your nephew met a noble man and saw a turnaround."

Wuming's footsteps stopped again, and he turned his head to look at it, his eyes with hope that he had not discovered.

"Yes, your luck is coming!" The old man said with a smile.

...

Having received the message she wanted, Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue did not continue wandering outside. Before the sky outside was completely dark, they hurried back to the inn.

When the shopkeeper saw them coming back, he was obviously relieved and said to the two of them with a smile: "You are back. If you don't come back, I will send the waiter in the store to go out to find someone."

As soon as they entered the house, the shopkeeper and the waiter carried the wooden board to seal the door. Not only were they doing this, but through the streets that had not been sealed, Sang Ying looked over at a glance and almost everyone closed the door early at this time.

Sang Ying took this scene into her eyes. After the store door was closed, she asked the shopkeeper about this.

When the shopkeeper heard this, his expression became unnatural for a moment, but he quickly concealed the past.

"What is the fairy asking this?" Without waiting for Sang Ying to answer, he quickly covered up his past with a smile. "In fact, it's not a big deal, it's just the rules in our city. Over the years, more and more people have been cursed. The city lord is worried that these people will go crazy and do something that is unfavorable to ordinary people, so he set a curfew rule."

Sang Ying believed this answer, but looking at the shopkeeper's unnatural expression before, she only believed half of it.

It was much darker in the underworld than elsewhere. Not long after the two of them came back, they had completely darkened outside. It can be said that if they took a few steps a little later, they would probably be locked outside the door.

Jiang Zhuoxue and Sang Ying went back to their rooms one after another. Their room had been wrapped in groups of Wen Miaoshu's numerous formations. Even if someone dared to break in, it would probably be just a waste of time.

Gu Shu in the room seemed to have just finished his cultivation, and there was still a familiar spiritual energy remaining in the improved spirit gathering array.

The translucent fat doll made Sang Ying's bed mess, but she was not guilty at all. When she saw her coming back, she complained: "Why did you come back? I've been waiting for you in the house for a long time."

Fat Tuanzi turned around and jumped from the bed to Sang Ying's shoulder: "How about it, what's going on in the Hidden Underworld now?"

"You have seen the hidden world before, and there seems to be more and more haze here. If it weren't for this formation blocking it, you might be supported by your own spiritual energy. In a few days, you will become a ball of sword energy again." Sang Ying couldn't help it and pointed the tip of the fat dumpling's nose.

Gu Shu was originally a sword energy, but because his master ascended, he gained some benefits and gave birth to spiritual consciousness. In the past three hundred years, he spent most of his time practicing in various spiritual palaces or spirit mines. Even the appearance of this little baby is maintained by the spiritual energy accumulated over the years.

It can be said that Gu Shu is now a walking spiritual energy source, which is more precious than the best spirit stones and spirit crystals.

But he also used less spiritual energy on his body. If he was not replenished in time, he might really turn back to his former little sword energy.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhuoxue has arranged a spirit gathering array improved by Wenmiaoshu in advance. This array can peel off impurities in the spiritual energy and gather them to provide them to the people in the house.

It was only because of the rare formation that Wen Miaoshu was very lucky that he successfully made such a thing. Sang Ying, as her only and most beloved daughter, enjoyed such an honor.

Over the years, Sang Ying has become a true cultivator, and Gu Shu was urged by her to devote herself to the cultivation.

It can be said that Gu Shu can have an entity now, half because of himself, and on the other hand, he relies on Sang Ying's supervision to search for secret realms and spiritual mines with her, and can absorb spiritual energy without any scruples.

He was already used to Sang Ying's urging to him, but Gu Shu was not angry when he said this. Instead, he followed the force of Sang Ying's hand and fell directly on her shoulder: "Don't worry, I know, I'm still waiting for you to take me with you when you ascend."

Gu Shu has now entered the range of spiritual objects. When he encounters better opportunities and accumulates some merits, perhaps when Sang Ying ascends, he can also experience the joy of the ascension of the other person with the light of the other person.

"I have just transformed into a divine cultivation. Are you already thinking about ascension now?" Sang Ying felt a little funny when she heard this.

Gu Shu nodded: "You don't have to be humble. With your current cultivation speed, it may not take thousands of years to ascend."

For thousands of years, for mortals, mountains and rivers can turn into lakes and change dynasties several times. But for monks, especially high-level monks, it is just a blink of an eye.

Listening to Gu Shu's words, Sang Ying did not smile or say more.

She knew very well that the goal of her ascension had not changed. She just had to find out the guy who had hidden in the dark corner and plotted against everyone before ascending.

This thought flashed through Sang Ying's head again, and she did not tell anyone about her plans.

The street outside had completely quieted down. Sang Ying quietly looked out through the window, but only saw the empty street.

She no longer continued to distract herself from the outside, but instead took Gu Shu together and used the thin pure spiritual energy in the house to replenish her consumption outside today.

I don’t know how long I have been meditating, but a sharp scream suddenly cut through the silence of Chun Returning to the city.

Sang Ying, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, suddenly opened her eyes, turned over and got out of the bed, and looked towards the window.

In the dark night, a figure ran hard in a hurry, and behind him was a man in a black robe holding a scimitar, approaching step by step.


Chapter completed!