Chapter 106

On the other side, feeling Xue Ling's sword intent, before Rao She and his men could react, the white cat had already rushed towards the direction where the sword intent came.

The white shadow swept past the bronze platform and disappeared instantly at the end of the sight of several people.

“…”

After a brief silence, Rao She came back to her senses first and turned her head to look at the three people next to her: "How to go?"

Should we go to the bottom of the blood pool to find the boss first, or to Xue Ling first?

"Go to find Xue Ling first."

Su Xuan made a decision quickly. She pointed to the blood pool, her voice was very calm: "There is an organ inside, which should only sink when it boils like before, but we don't know what the medium is that triggers its boiling,

I can't get through now."

Rao She looked in the direction of her finger. Xue Ling's old bronze sword was thrown into the blood pool at some point, and it floated on the surface of the pool at this time.

They knew how heavy Xue Ling’s sword was, and it couldn’t sink, so it would naturally be even more impossible with their weight.

It is best not to do things that are futile, because doing them is futile.

After thinking about this clearly, the few people stopped hesitating and rushed towards the direction where the white cat left. Before leaving, they did not forget the old bronze sword. They took it out and wiped the blood dry, allowing Fan Xiu to carry it on his back again.

The path the white cat takes when it leaves is not difficult to find, because it fell a lot of hair when it hit the copper coffin just now, and it spread out from its body when it ran away, leaving traces of cat hair along the way.

Several people posted the magical talisman and followed the cat's hair falling route and finally stopped in front of another tomb. This tomb is different from the ones they had seen before. It is not a wooden stone.

The structure is made of bronze, with a heavy color without leaving a gap. It is more like a cage than a tomb.

Now, a gap was forcibly opened in this cage. The edge of the gap was smooth and flat, like a sharp weapon, and there was still a sword intent on it.

And what everyone perceived with the sword intent was the evil aura that had reached the brink of violence.

It's going to be bad.

Thinking of Xue Ling's terrible attack when he entered the evil spirit, Rao Shexin felt sad, but he didn't dare to neglect. He hugged the Tai Chi Banner and rushed in. Fan Xiu and his other people followed him and entered together.

The tomb chamber was completed.

After entering, I saw the white cat first.

It was forcibly suppressed back to its original form by the evil spirit around it. The little pitiful one was stuck on Xue Ling and kept calling his master, but Xue Ling had reached the point of being half as evil as he could not hear it or see it.

He stood there with a expressionless face, pointing at the sword tip to the person opposite him.

Or, it's a ghost.

The man was wearing a black gold-embroidered dress, with handsome eyebrows and tall figures. He looked at Xue Ling from the air. He had a pair of beautiful eyes, which were lingering and transparent. Even if Xue Ling pointed at him with a sword like this, he fell

The eyes on him were still gentle.

Xue Ling used to love his eyes like this the most, which was his youthful joy and the victory of everything. Because of this look, he sent out his heart and all his longings and expectations. What was the result?

What qualifications do you have and what face do you have? Still looking at me with such eyes?

Xue Ling's heart was filled with anger. The evil aura around her was essentially turned into black fog under this violent mood, like countless evil ghosts with claws, sweeping around with sharp coldness.

The white cat was not prepared and was instantly hit by the black fog several meters away. Although Shengyang had no physical body, Rao She stood on the side and clearly saw that his body was transparent for a moment when it was passed by the black fog.

This is obviously a sign of unstable soul.

His unstable soul also means that Xue Ling's life is facing a threat, but Xue Ling's situation is much better than Rao She imagined-

The person who had just seen his original tombstone was stimulated to the point of being so angry, but now he has not completely lost control in front of Sheng Yang, and his progress has not been made at all.

But not losing control completely does not mean you don’t have to worry about it. After all, it is very dangerous to test crazy on the verge of losing control.

Fan Xiu took his gaze from Xue Ling and lowered his voice: "Rao She."

The two of them have worked together for many years and have understood in some things so well that they can understand without having to say anything. Rao She nodded, quietly approached Xue Ling, and then took out a stack of clear mind talismans and pasted them on him like many times before.

If one picture is not enough, there will be ten pictures, and if ten pictures are not enough, there will be twenty pictures. If twenty pictures are not enough, just fight on fifty pictures.

I have done too much passionately with talismans, which is not ordinary. After a circle of talisman paper is down, the evil spirits surging in the tomb scattered everywhere. Most of the evil patterns on Xue Ling's face disappeared, and his eyes gradually recovered.

Qingming Festival.

Rao She glanced a few times and felt that Xue Ling's consciousness and reason should have stabilized. After holding the Tai Chi Banner, he spoke tentatively: "... Xue Ling?"

Xue Ling stood there silently, without responding or looking back. The tip of the bronze sword was still pointing at Shengyang from afar, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Several people couldn't help but become nervous again, fearing that Xue Ling would not be able to control the evil spirit on her body. She was nervous, but she saw Xue Ling suddenly withdrew her sword, and her eyes also moved away, and she looked at them calmly:

"Why are you here?"

Such calmness was too unexpected. Rao She was stunned, but Fan Xiu ignored it.

"We should ask you this, right?"

Fan Xiu met his eyes, with a very serious expression: "I ran to Duling without saying anything. What do you want to do? Such a big man still ran away from home if he had a disagreement.

Do you think it's appropriate for you to do this?"

Xue Ling pursed her lips, stood there with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes lowered, without saying a word.

Seeing that he was so distressed, Rao She quietly pulled Fan Xiu's sleeve from behind and whispered: "Don't scold people as soon as you come up. We feel uncomfortable with those things, let alone what he survived in person.

It can be understood, it’s fine if people are fine, right?”

Fan Xiu's expression eased a little, but he didn't plan to put this matter over. His eyes were still on Xue Ling, and he asked seriously: "No more, Xue Ling, I'll ask, you're back this time.

What do you want to do?”

After asking, there was a sudden silence around.

After a long time, I heard Xue Ling make a sound, and the voice was light and faint, as if floating from a distance.

“… Actually, I didn’t want to do anything.”

He came to Duling, but in fact he just wanted to ask Qin Shengyang why.

Why do you treat me like this?

How come Xue Yanzhi is so sorry for you that he made you treat me like this?

This question has been buried in Xue Ling's heart for too long. From the day when the man who loved him pushed the magic circle into ashes, he was thinking about this question. For this question, he was invaded by evil spirits and ghosts.

He gritted his teeth and practiced in resentment and hatred in order to reshape the flesh and blood and ask Shengyang for an answer, but when that day really came, he was afraid.

The man who was afraid that his beloved looked at him with a sarcastic and indifferent look, and spoke those heart-killing words that he could not bear at all.

So he ran away and left Duling in a hurry and cowardly manner. After wandering around like a wandering soul for more than a thousand years, he finally arrived at the Monster Bureau.

That was his second home.

Here, he had new friends and new family, and started a new life. This life was relaxed and peaceful, so beautiful, slowly, slowly, he rarely remembered the past.

.

He thought he had let go and thought he didn't care anymore, but the facts told him that he actually cared very much. He cared about it for thousands of years and thought that he could not control his emotions and was about to be

It stimulates the evil spirit.

How ridiculous.

Xue Ling hated such a self. During the period when Jingyunguan was clear and evil, he kept thinking about this matter. Finally, he decided to come back and ask Shengyang the question that he had escaped for thousands of years, and

The past was completely broken.

But he overestimated himself.

Xue Ling thought he could face Shengyang calmly, but when he really reached that point, everything was not under his control. When he saw Shengyang, he thought of the astonishment and despair when he pushed the magic circle down, and heard Shengyang call him.

He Yanzhi thought that it seemed like this at that time. He raised his head in Shengyang's voice, and was about to smile at him when he saw a hand appearing in front of him, pushing him hard.

That hand, the one who belongs to his beloved, has folded flowers and tied hair for him, and has been kissed countless times. When he was full of trust and was most unprepared, he pushed him to the ground without any room.

In the abyss.

Unwillingness, resentment, despair, violence.

Many unbearable things are buried in my heart for many years and breaking away from the constraints, forcing Xue Ling to go crazy, wishing she could not, wishing she could not...

I wish I could tore the man in front of me into pieces and take him to the abyss together.

But this is not his intention.

He finally came out of the abyss and cherished his current life more than anyone else.

Fortunately, they came in time.

Xue Ling closed his eyes, unwilling to think about those things anymore. After standing there and being silent for a while, he suddenly smiled with a self-deprecating smile.

"never mind."

His voice was too small, and even Fan Xiu, who was closest to him, couldn't hear it clearly. If he wanted to ask, Xue Ling had turned around and said to them in a very calm tone: "Let's go."

He didn't want to stay here for a second, nor did he want to see the person behind him, and he no longer wanted to know what the answer to the question he wanted to ask.

...He is still cowardly.

Xue Ling thought of this with a self-deprecating thought, feeling that he was ridiculous and embarrassed. He didn't want to talk anymore, so he walked out with his sword.
To be continued...