I'm a cannon fodder, and it makes sense to know 100 million points of skills, right?

Chapter 43 People are like grass and grass
[The Zhong family is destroyed, I am alone and have no intention of fighting with you.Your father's death was a conspiracy of the Zhong family, and your mother may be alive somewhere.If you want to know the truth, take [-] medium-grade spiritual stones and go to the Valley of Ten Thousand Skulls alone. It lasts for one month, and you will not wait if you are late! 】

Zhong Lingge's fingertips ignited jumping flames, burning the communication talisman.

Sooner or later, she had to find out the truth about this matter. All the Zhong family members were dead, and now only Zhong Yayun was holding the information. She had to leave this time.

But it was not up to Zhong Yayun to arrange for her how to go.

Zhong Lingge sent a message to the Fourth Brother Fighting Madman, and received his reply soon.

[The Valley of Ten Thousand Skulls is an overnight trip from the sect. We set off at night so we can enter early tomorrow morning]

The Valley of Ten Thousand Skulls is a low-level battlefield site left over from the last Dao Demon War. The terrain is dangerous, and the evil blood and evil spirits have not dissipated after 800 years. It is very suitable for evil cultivators to live and practice in the foundation-building period of Qi refining.

The valley is dark all year round, making it difficult to see at night. If you only use your spiritual sense to explore the way, you will be easily corroded by evil spirits. It is relatively safe to rush into the valley at night and during the day.

Taking advantage of the break in the day, Zhong Lingge cleaned up his storage bags and rode the flying crane talisman down the mountain to sell some useless things.

She did not plan to sell the firefly amber and trillium during this trip. These two items were too valuable and would not be cost-effective to sell casually, and they would easily attract attention.Waiting until a large auction before selling can not only guarantee the price, but also ensure privacy and security.

Zhong Lingge flew to Huayu City, which was the closest to the sect. There was no one queuing outside the gate. She got off Feihe and went straight to the gate of the city. The young man on duty with Perfect Foundation Establishment didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.

"The entry fee for ten low-grade spiritual stones."

Zhong Lingge took out the spiritual stone and handed it over. Behind him, a hunched-over female cultivator who had perfected her Qi slowly walked over. Her hair was gray, her face was covered with wrinkles, and her spiritual energy was extremely weak, which was a sign that her life span was about to end.

The female cultivator trembled and bowed to the monk on duty, her voice hoarse and weak. "Senior, why is no one entering the city today?"

The young man glanced at her, feeling sympathetic, and responded with a rare response: "Linglu Secret Realm Fusion, they all went to join in the fun and get resources." After saying that, he closed his eyes, as if he didn't intend to say another word.

Zhong Lingge didn't look much and walked a few steps inside. The female cultivator struggled to catch up and stopped her.

Although he was clearly in a higher realm than her, there was still a cautious and flattering smile on his old face.

"Fellow Taoist, stay here! I just came out of seclusion and I don't know what's going on in the world these days. What major events happened in Linglu Secret Realm?"

"The secret realm almost collapsed, and many people died. However, it merged with the lower realm before it completely collapsed. From now on, I can go to new territories to find resources without selling tokens, but I don't know how to divide the clans."

Zhong Lingge patiently explained a few words and saw the female cultivator looking horrified.

"Collapse?! Fellow Taoist! Have you ever gone in this time?"

"went."

"Fellow Taoist, have you ever seen a female cultivator wearing a white sarong and wielding a double ring blade? She is fourteen or fifteen years old, in the late stage of Qi refining, and has four spiritual roots. She is not tall, thin, and very good-looking."

"There are so many people in this secret place and it's so confusing that I can't remember it for a while."

When Zhong Lingge heard this description, she felt like Hu Jiufei, but the condition of the old man in front of her was unclear, so she kept it secret and did not tell the truth.

Hu Jiufei's relatives have long since passed away. He has been a loner since he was a child and rarely gets close to others.She mentioned in the chat that a few years ago she had a close relationship with a female nun named Qi who was of a similar age. However, the female companion was suspected to have been kidnapped by the family and there was no news for more than half a year. She may have died.

The old man in front of him described Hu Jiufei, but it didn't match the friend Hu Jiufei mentioned. Zhong Lingge had to ask, "Is he a relative of fellow Taoist Taoist? Do you have any other characteristics? Please make it clearer so I can think about it carefully." .”

"They were my former companions. That's all. The last two communication talismans have self-destructed, I'm afraid." The old man's lips trembled, and there were tears in his eyes. His weak spiritual energy was rising and falling, and his mind was very uneasy. "I've delayed my fellow Taoist, farewell." After saying this, the old man hurriedly turned around and left, stumbling on his feet. As he walked, turbid blood gushed out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground clutching his chest.

Zhong Lingge strode forward, took a spirit-gathering pill and put it into her mouth, using wood spirit power to help her breathe. "What do you call fellow Taoist? What is your companion's name?"

When she heard that the communication talisman was self-destructing, her heart tightened. The failure of the communication talisman with the unique aura of a monk meant that the person was in trouble or trapped, whichever situation was very bad.

The old man's eyes were cloudy and he was crying. His voice was trembling and he said: "My name is Qi Yu, and her name is Hu Jiufei. She is not tall, very thin, always unsmiling, very cautious in doing things, and rarely conflicts with others."

When Zhong Lingge met the information, his heart became even tighter. "Jiu Fei and I have been teaming up. She came out of the secret realm safely, changed her disguise and left."

"Seriously?!" Qi Yu didn't bother to ask any other questions. He just grabbed Zhong Lingge's sleeve and asked, "Does fellow Taoist have her communication talisman? Maybe. Maybe my talisman here has been separated for too long and lacks spiritual energy?"

The talisman can last for many years and will not lack spiritual energy, but the two of them would rather believe in this ridiculous possibility than the other one.

"You get up first. This is not the place to talk. Let's find a shop to sit down and try again." Zhong Lingge helped her up and walked together to a small shop in a side alley of Nancheng.

This unknown shop was on the "Red List" of Jidao Sect Map Jade Slips, and it was a rare conscientious businessman that Master never scolded.

As soon as she entered the door, she was greeted warmly by a middle-aged man who had perfected his Qi refining skills. Hearing Zhong Lingge's appeal, he prepared an elegant room for her without saying a word.

"You two can talk about it, just leave the goods you want to sell to me."

"Thank you boss."

Zhong Lingge handed him the storage bag that had been packed in advance and took Qi Yu into the elegant room.

As soon as he took his seat, Qi Yu hurriedly asked: "Friend Zhong Dao, could Jiu Fei be targeted and be robbed?"

"Probably not. She hides very well and is always more cautious than others. She won't be found by that rabble."

Zhong Lingge took out Hu Jiufei's communication talisman, injected a few lines of irrelevant content and sent it out. After a while, the communication talisman flew back to her and burned to death.

"How is that possible?" Zhong Lingge's chest seemed to be blocked, and his breathing became rapid and difficult. How come the friend he had just met was already in the world before they could travel together?
Qi Yu's tears kept flowing down, and the pain in his eyes gradually turned into numbness.

"The lives of us casual cultivators are really worthless! I always thought Jiu Fei was an exception. Her character is tougher than anyone else, and her strength is not weak. I thought I could see her before I died."

"Fellow Daoist Qi, maybe... maybe she's not dead!"

Zhong Lingge looked at the ashes of the communication talisman on the table and refused to make an easy decision.

"The destruction of the talisman does not necessarily mean that the person is dead. It may also be trapped in a place where the interrogation is impossible! I happen to be passing by the Linglu Secret Realm. I will search along the way to see if I can find any clues!"

"It's a worthwhile trip for Jiu Fei to meet a friend like Zhong Daoyou. It's a pity that I can't go."

Qi Yu forced herself to reveal a wry smile. After just half a stick of incense, her aura became weaker several times.

"I was captured into the mountains by Cen Ganlin, the second son of the Cen family, and forced to use his evil magic to replenish my body. I have reached my limit now, and I'm afraid I will die if I don't get even half a stick of incense."

(End of this chapter)