The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

"Si Shu, you just need to answer me."

Si Qingyu narrowed his cold eyes slightly, with a faint threat in his voice.

Hearing Si Shu roll her eyes, she turned her head angrily: "I don't know."

Si Qingyu frowned slightly, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and he raised his voice slightly: "Si Shu."

Hearing this, Si Shu curled her lips immediately, but seeing his cold face from the corner of her eye, she still said honestly:
"No matter how she calls me, I don't know. She only told me that she was going to leave the temple for a while. I really don't know where she is going."

Si Qingyu stared at her for a while, then raised his eyes and stood up to leave.

Seeing his leaving figure, Si Su breathed a sigh of relief.

The feeling of oppression became stronger again.

She might not be able to bear it any longer.

Fortunately, the Si family has family rules and is not allowed to attack people of the same clan.

Otherwise, looking at Si Qingyu's appearance, I'm afraid he might want to treat her like a business partner.

It's dangerous, it's dangerous.

Si Shu patted her chest, gave herself a little relief, and took a sip of the water Song Chen handed her before she recovered.

When she thought that Si Qingyu looked a little abnormal, Si Shu immediately patted the table and said, "No, I have to ask what the hell is going on."

Before she finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone and sent a series of messages to Yan Qiao.

Yan Qiao returned to the room and saw a flash of inspiration, and the formation in the room was fully activated.

She sat cross-legged on the futon and took out a few black bones.

There are the ones she first got from the courtyard, the ones left by the old man who tore the skin last time, and the black bone sword.

The smell of these black bones almost comes from the same source.

Several black bones floated in front of her under the influence of spiritual power.

Even though there is spiritual power between them, the black bones are still emitting a glow of light.

Trying to seduce every creature that sees it and obey the most evil and primitive desires in their hearts.

Yan Qiao lowered her eyes slightly, and she raised her hand again to seal the floating bones in the air.

She exhaled slowly, her eyes were deep, but she looked out the window lightly.

……

"Yun Shu, are you okay?"

After Fu Mingcheng received Jiang Yunshu's call, he immediately canceled the meeting and went straight to the hospital.

While driving, he comforted Jiang Yunshu: "Yunshu, don't be afraid, I'll be right over, it'll be okay."

Jiang Yunshu lowered his eyes and replied with a tired voice: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Ten minutes later, the VIP ward on the fourth floor.

Fu Mingcheng broke through the door and looked for the familiar figure with a worried look on his face: "Yun Shu!"

"Mingcheng..."

The moment she saw Fu Mingcheng, Jiang Yunshu's beautiful eyes were filled with tears.

"It's okay. I'm here. What happened? Are you okay?"

Fu Mingcheng stepped forward and carefully hugged the person into his arms, his eyes full of worry.

Jiang Yunshu looked up at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice choked with sobs: "I'm fine, it's just my mother..."

Fu Mingcheng frowned and gently stroked her back with his broad palm.

"What's wrong with Auntie?"

Jiang Yunshu closed her eyes, and it took a while before she uttered a few words: "My mother... is paralyzed."

Hearing this, Fu Mingcheng was stunned: "What happened?"

He was about to say something when his eyes fell on Jiang Yunshu's bandaged hand.

Fu Mingcheng frowned suddenly. He held her hand and said with a cold voice, "How did you get the injury on your hand?"

Jiang Yunshu retracted her hand, smiled reluctantly at him, avoided his eyes, and explained in a low voice: "I'm fine, I accidentally...was scratched by the knife."

"Jiang Yunshu, do you think I believe it?"

Fu Mingcheng's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and his black eyes stared at her closely, not missing any microexpression on her face.Jiang Yunshu turned her head away from his eyes, and her voice became colder: "Mingcheng, please stop asking."

Fu Mingcheng stared at her for a while and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I won't ask."

"I'm going to see my aunt."

With that said, he got up and went to the ward.

Jiang Yunshu looked at his back, her eyes flashing slightly.

The phone at her hand vibrated. She lowered her eyes and answered the call after a while.

Her voice was full of coldness: "Well, send it to Lingwan Courtyard and let people watch."

The other person on the phone said a few more words, and after receiving Jiang Yunshu's affirmative answer, he hung up the phone.

Jiang Yunshu looked at the hung up phone, her eyes became darker, and she whispered in a low voice: "Si family?"

Maybe you can get in touch.

Jiang Yunshu lowered his eyes and thought of the scene she saw in the basement.

Yan Qiao, when did your change begin?
She was really curious.

Is it Shennong University?

……

Si Qingyu took advantage of the excitement and left, but returned in vain.

He happily ran to the temple, but he didn't even see anyone.

When will the Crown Prince of Kyoto encounter this kind of situation again?

He sat in the car returning to Si's old house with his eyes closed and meditative, spinning a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.

But in his mind, he thought of the scene when he saw Yan Qiao for the first time.

This was the first time he had seen such a spirited person.

Logically speaking, this kind of person should have very good luck, but her luck is clearly extinguished, making it difficult for people to see it clearly.

From the moment he entered this sect, Master told him that a person's destiny is determined.

Luck determines a person's life direction and destiny.

His eyes could easily see through other people's luck, but they couldn't see through Yan Qiao's.

This aroused his great interest.

Yan Qiao had no idea that there were people in this world who could see through other people's luck with just their eyes.

"Is this... demon energy?"

Yan Qiao looked at the black energy released from the talisman and compared it with the state of the spirit beast that inhaled this black energy.

This is clearly consistent with the demonic energy recorded in the book.

Yan Qiao looked at the several talismans filled with demonic energy floating in front of her, her eyes filled with coldness.

She had never encountered demonic energy when she was in Cangyun Realm, and she didn't know how to break this kind of thing.

It’s just that it was recorded in the book that monsters come from two sources.

One is the demonic mind that is born when a monk goes crazy and becomes a demon. All his spiritual power will instantly turn into demonic energy.

But this kind of demonic energy will not affect the surrounding environment. As long as the inner demon disappears or the person possessed by the demon dies, the demonic energy will also disappear.

The second is the extraterrestrial demon.

No one knows where the extraterrestrial devil was born, but when records were recorded, it was discovered that various alien groups were already preparing to move outside the planet.

Only the demonic energy of extraterrestrial demons can affect the environment of a place and even enchant people.

Even if the demon dies, his demonic energy will still wander around the world. Unless special means are used to seal or annihilate it, new demons will breed.

Thinking of this, Yan Qiao's eyes turned dark.

She raised her hand to put the talismans into the space and sealed them.

The heaviness in my heart has not diminished at all.

(End of this chapter)