Chapter 18
The experience of the previous life made Xin Lin much more sensitive than ordinary people.

Her intuition told her that the danger index of the bronze coffin even surpassed the sum of the old man Xuantianzong and those evil spirits outside.

Xin Lin's eyes were fixed, and he looked into the depths of the ghost cave.

In comparison, dead people are cuter than living people, as long as she doesn't lift the coffin boards.

She remembered very clearly that there was a protective formation near the copper coffin, and there were a lot of talismans. As long as she didn't open the coffin, nothing would happen.

As for those evil spirits... Xin Lin pursed his lips.

"Don't even think about it, those things inside are not as easy to talk as I am."

As if aware of Xin Lin's plan, Headless A Piao blocked her view.

"You have a way to avoid those evil spirits."

Xin Lin looked at the headless A Piao, and said very firmly.

As an aborigine, A Piao, the number of Yin Sha is several times that of it. It can survive until now, and it must have a way to save its life.

"The evil spirits avoid the copper coffin, as long as they hide near the copper coffin, they can save their lives."

The headless Apiao blurted out, and after saying that, it regretted it.

Why did it tell her this, the things in that copper coffin are much more terrifying than Yinsha.

It was too weak to resist this unlucky ghost.

Although the headless A Piao is not a bad A Piao, he is definitely not a kind person.

But after meeting Xin Lin, I always felt that there was an unknown power in this guy, making him unconsciously follow her wishes.

Even Headless A Piao himself couldn't explain why.

The copper coffin can save lives, but Xin Lin has no strength to restrain the chicken, so it is a fool's dream to avoid the evil spirit and escape to the vicinity of the copper coffin.

Outside the ghost cave, people's voices could be vaguely heard, but Xuantianzong's people were still guarding outside.

"As a kind-hearted Ah Piao, don't you have any sympathy?"

Xin Lin pinned her hopes on A Piao in front of her.

Although she also felt that talking about sympathy with A Piao was a bit redundant.

Headless A Piao really wants to ask, what is sympathy, can it be eaten?
But when it met Xin Lin's dark, pitiful big eyes, it subconsciously paused.

"Unless you have spiritual roots and can learn spiritual formulas, next year today will be your death sacrifice. But, you don't seem to have any spiritual roots."

Headless A Piao's heart softened, and he said by accident.

"What's the difference between a spiritual root and a mysterious root?"

Xin Lin's heart skipped a beat.

It was because of his profound roots that Sikong Ran became a Xuanwu practitioner.

Xin Lin also tried it earlier, but she couldn't gather her true energy. Does this mean that she doesn't have profound roots in her body.

But what is that spiritual root?
It was not mentioned in the Xuanwu Scripture, and Xin Lin was also in a daze.

"A person with spiritual roots can become a spiritual person, and a person with mysterious roots can become a black warrior. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have both. The wolf mastiff who chased you earlier was a spiritual person. His cultivation In order not to be weak, he is much taller than me."

Headless A Piao felt more sympathy for Xin Lin, the little guy in front of him was a mortal who couldn't be more ordinary.

Spiritualists and warriors are two types of people with special status in Longteng Kingdom.

Compared with the latter, the identity of the spirit is more noble.

Only then did Xin Lin realize that the name in front of him, A Piao, was actually a spirit person during his lifetime.

"All right, let's give it a try, and you teach me the spiritual formula, and I'll see if I can do it."

Calculating the time, it was almost dawn, and Xin Lin didn't have much time left.

(End of this chapter)

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