After cultivating immortal writing, hold the script in hand

Chapter 169 You guys are too much of a bully

Inn.

Their previous plan was to let Yun Muqing continue to monitor the Cheng family, so after he came back, Qing Tingyu turned into a clone and sent him back.

"What did you take at the Cheng family?" He Yu asked.

Qing Tingyu tapped the teapot on the table with her fingertips, "It's inside."

Several people were puzzled and looked at each other, and finally Lingyin lifted the lid of the pot.

The moment the pot lid was opened, they felt the hairs stand up one by one, the goosebumps raised little by little, the temperature in the room dropped to zero, as if something was climbing up their shoulders along their backs, and there were countless pairs of eyes staring at the corners. them.

Looking at the mouth of the pot again, a blue smoke rises up, curling gracefully, transforming into the image of a demented woman.

He Yu recognized at a glance that it was Miss Cheng who was throwing hydrangea balls in the embroidery building during the day.

"Is she the same person as the female ghost?" He asked with doubts in his heart.

The other two looked at Qing Ting Yu.

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

Qing Tingyu said: "Cheng Ziran has long since died, the yang soul is gone, only the yin soul remains."

Under normal circumstances, there are two souls in the body of a cultivator, the Yang soul is responsible for memory and mobilization of spiritual power, and the Yin soul is responsible for ensuring the body's continued vigorous vitality and breath of life.

Only the Yin soul means that Cheng Ziran has lost her memory. According to the clues provided by Yun Muqing, she still remembers things during the day, so the Yang soul can only leave the body during the afternoon to evening.

"With no memory, what do we want her to do? If the ghost is not sent back within twelve hours, Cheng Ziran will not be able to survive at all. Brother Yun is in danger."

Gong Wuming put the lid on the pot again, picked it up and was about to go out.

"Put it down!" Qing Tingyu said coldly, "I told you, Cheng Ziran is already dead, she can live only because someone used the soul-sealing technique to imprison her twin souls in her body.

Now that the Yang soul has left her body, the caster can only take her Yang soul away, and the Yin soul is still there, and that person doesn't want Cheng Ziran to die completely.With ghosts, it is easier to negotiate terms. "

He glanced at the water leak in the corner, "There are still eleven hours."

In this way, they knew his plan, and no one stopped them. They each found a corner and sat cross-legged.

tick tick...

The water leaks are ringing unhurriedly, and this wait is from midnight to the next midnight.

The twelve-hour limit is coming soon.

Gong Wuming opened his eyes, first looked at Qing Tingyu and Nan Lingyin who were as quiet as sculptures on the opposite side, subconsciously not disturbing them, and then sent a sound transmission to Heyu.

"Senior Brother He Yu, will the other party stop coming? Miss Cheng is already dead."

He Yu's already restless and anxious heart was reminded by him, and he was not in the mood to practice.

On the table, the purple sand teapot isolated by the triple protective cover is placed upright, and they take turns guarding it, and there has been no special movement.

And if the purple sand pot is taken away by force, it will definitely touch the outer three layers of protection, and they will all be reminded in advance.

Does the other party really not care if Cheng Ziran lives or dies?
What exactly does that man want to do to Cheng Ziran?
Just when he was hesitating whether to communicate with Qing Tingyu and others, his ears moved, and it seemed that many people came from outside the inn.

If you don't pay attention to the messy and slight footsteps, you won't notice them.

On the opposite side, Lingyin, who was in deep meditation, suddenly opened her eyes, her breathing was slightly rapid, and she was ready to launch her ultimate move.

"Knock knock."

There were two knocks on the door, and there were many people gathered outside the door.

But they breathe very lightly, and their steps are extremely steady, they can be identified as Lianjiazi at a glance, and anyone can be strangled to death among them, except for the senior brother.

She couldn't help but look at her senior brother, really want to negotiate with these people?
"Your Excellency has the guts to snatch away the ghost of Miss Cheng's wife, why don't you dare to come out and meet?"

As soon as the voice of the outsider fell, the door opened with a "bang", and the strong wind blew the candles in the house skewed, the shadows were elongated, and the veils fluttered.

The blow made their blue hair flutter, their robes fluttered, and their consciousness became clear.

Lingyin looked sideways, and the person who was leading the door outside the door was an old man with gray beard and hair, wrinkled and wrinkled. He was holding a crutch with a dragon head of unknown material in his hand, and it hit the ground with a crisp and pleasant metallic sound.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Cheng Wulei." The old man replied.

"Why?"

"Zi Ran's ghost."

"How did you know?"

"Nothing to do with you."

Hey, old man, the ghost is in our hands, you say it has nothing to do with me, meaning I am not qualified to participate in this matter?
Lingyin's left palm was facing upwards, and her five fingers were tightened. A scream of pain came from the closed space.

The old man's eyes suddenly sharpened, he quickly glanced at the purple clay pot on the table, and shouted: "Take the pot! Take your life!"

The human bee chrysalis brought behind him broke in, but before he was three meters away from the square table, he was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Gong Wuming and He Yu looked at each other, they didn't know when it was arranged.

The old man outside tried it with a dragon-headed crutch, "Hua Shen."

He smiled, "Hehe, little girl, who is the person behind you?"

"Old man, I should ask you this question." Lingyin stood up and blocked Qing Tingyu who was refining her blood, "We don't intend to offend you, but I just hope you can tell us the truth about how Cheng Ziran died , and how she came back alive. As for what method she used to resurrect, as long as she doesn't do bad things, we don't care."

The old man chuckled, "Little girl, you think highly of yourself, have you ever thought about the three caves of the cunning rabbit?"

Before the words were finished, the roof broke open suddenly, tiles scattered all over the ground, and the beams were broken, revealing a large hole with a diameter of one meter, and the moon could just be seen.

However, the old man was happy for less than three seconds, and the three people who jumped in one after another disappeared into the air like evaporation.

Gong Wuming raised his chest and raised his head, proudly said: "Old man, how is it? The formation arranged by grandpa is specially designed to defeat those who steal and play tricks like you. Are you angry? Do you want to beat me? Come in!"

The old man's angry beard trembled, and his bony hands tightly grasped the handle of the cane, wishing to eat human flesh raw.

"You guys are too deceitful!"

He flicked his sleeve robe, "Come on, set fire!"

Lingyin clicked her tongue twice, "I'm sorry, there is my Yushui Formation outside the house, unless you can bring down the Nine Heavens Profound Fire, don't try to burn us to death. Don't you want Cheng Ziran's ghost? Twelve o'clock is coming, you guys But I just came here, so the so-called family affection is nothing more than that."

"It's not up to outsiders to intervene in our family's affairs!"

When the old man was about to order to set fire and thunder again, a faint purple light flew through the barrier and flew into the center of the old man's eyebrows.

"Ancestor!"

Immediately, the old man's eyes were lifeless, as if he was in a state of dementia, and his body remained standing without any reaction.

"You, what did you do to your ancestors?"

"Old ancestor, wake up, we will take you back right away."

He Yu said: "Going back is equivalent to killing him with your own hands. Besides, Cheng Ziran's ghost really doesn't want it anymore?"

One of the people who supported the old man said: "Don't be arrogant, we also have a hostage in our hands. If you don't want him to die, you can release the ghosts of our ancestors and young lady!"

(End of this chapter)