Song Shi looked at the two people who were getting along well, his mouth twitched, and he took out some talisman paper from his arms, "I drew the talisman from the book according to my memory. As long as it is a ghost, whether it is alive or a ghost, this talisman can find their general direction. Now the most urgent task is to find them, and then use the fire-breathing talisman to kill them, so that the resentment can be dissipated, otherwise, we will be trapped here forever."
Yin Buqi slowly raised his eyes, his tone still a little cold: "How can you be sure that the ghost here must be Yan?"
Song Shi smiled and said, "Intuition." After that, he injected spiritual power into the talisman and muttered, "Go!"
The talisman paper shook a few times in the air, and then "whoosh" stuck to Jiang Niannian.
Everyone: “???”
Jiang Niannian: “!!!” Don’t come over here!
You're sitting at home and something bad happens.
In an instant, everyone in the inn looked at Jiang Niannian. Some monks who were close to her took a few steps back, and some even drew their swords, all of them were cautious.
Yin Buqi touched his upper and lower lips together and coldly spat out two words towards Song Shi: "Explain."
Song Shi spread his hands innocently, "I don't know why this happened."
Jiang Nian Nian asked, "Is there something wrong with the spell? How could I be a stunner?"
Song Shi assured solemnly: "There is absolutely no problem with the spell. I remember it very clearly."
At this time, Tang Murou screamed: "Ah! The person who secretly changed the magic circle and brought us here, couldn't it be Miss Jiang!"
Tang Murou's words immediately pushed Jiang Niannian into a situation where she was deeply sinful and was condemned by everyone.
After all, half of the monks died here, and the remaining monks were trapped here and unable to escape.
Yin Buqi seemed to be stimulated all of a sudden. He raised his head suddenly, his face showing an excited and cold expression. He stared at her angrily, "If you can't speak, don't speak. No one thinks you are dumb."
Tang Murou glanced at Jiang Niannian unwillingly, as if she was frightened by Yin Buqi, tears quickly overflowed from her big eyes: "Wuwuwu... I don't want to stay here anymore! Song Shi said that there is no problem with the talisman, so she is not a ghost or something? You are still protecting her, wuwuwuwuwu... Are you going to let all of us be buried here with her?!"
This cry made the originally depressed atmosphere become agitated.
"That's right, I've long felt that there was something wrong with her."
Yin Ci said: "Is there some misunderstanding here? Miss Jiang... doesn't seem like that kind of person."
The monks refused to listen and shouted angrily, "Yin Buqi, hand her over!"
Yin Buqi opened his thin lips slightly: "What if I don't?"
Several monks pointed their swords at him: "Then don't blame us for being rude!"
Yin Buqi held Jiang Niannian in his arms, feeling her dependence on him, and smiled softly: "All of you here combined can't beat me. If you don't believe me, you can try."
The monks were a little scared. After all, what Yin Buqi said was true. Not everyone could be the first in the Immortal Alliance Conference.
Tang Murou continued to cry: "Buqi! Wuwuwu... Why are you so unreasonable?"
"Don't call me that. I'm not familiar with you." Yin Buqi didn't give her any face at all.