"Huh?" I didn't understand how Ling Qing changed his face so quickly, I turned my head and looked at Xuan Cang curiously.
Xuan Cang's expression was a little bad, and he made a deep voice before saying: "It seems that something is controlled by it, and a very strong barrier has been created. It took a lot of work for the Taoist priest and I to get downstairs."
"Huh?!" I was completely shocked when I heard the news. He also immediately understood why Xuan Cang didn't let me go, and why he let me wait outside instead of letting me into the house.
It is a pity that in the end, I failed his kindness and ran in inexplicably!
"You told me not to come in. Did you notice that something was wrong with this house?" I remembered that before Xuan Cang, I told me not to enter the house over and over again.
"Yeah!" Xuan Cang nodded and looked at me worriedly.
I was a little embarrassed by him. He turned around and looked at Ling Qing. He was bowing his head at the top of the stairs, muttering something in his mouth, and didn't know what he was saying.
All three of them were silent, and the room suddenly became a little quiet.
Looking at Xuan Cang, who was still pondering, trying to get out, my heart was full of doubts.
I want to ask him about the things I saw. I want to ask him what's the matter with the woman who looks the same as me? Is it his memory that I see, is he really heartless
If everything is true, then why should he find a woman who is exactly the same as in his memory to help him find the magic weapon
There are too many questions, too many questions to ask him. But looking at him, I can't ask anything!
He never told me about his story. I asked such a sudden, it would only make myself more embarrassed, more naive!
"Something on my mind?" Xuan Cang saw me frowning tightly, walked over and touched my forehead.
"It's okay!" I avoided his hand unconsciously. The moment he stretched out his hand, I remembered the scene of him reaching out to caress Situ Yu's face before he died.
He is really gentle to her, and the gentleness he occasionally reveals to me is just because of his love for that woman!
I remembered how he looked at her gently and without complaint before he died. I remembered that when he yelled at me, "The weak eats the strong," he felt like a big rock was blocked in his heart.
"..." Xuan Cang's hand hung awkwardly in the air, and his eyes looked at me suspiciously. And I tilted my head away from his sight, afraid to look into his eyes.
"Don't move!" Ling Qing, who was squatting on the side, suddenly shouted nervously. Xuan Cang and I immediately froze and looked back at him puzzled.
He flicked the copper sword in his hand, stood up from the ground, and quickly stood with Xuan Cang and me. "coming!"
When Xuan Cang heard it, his eyes darkened instantly. I didn't know what was going on at all, but seeing Ling Qing and Xuan Cang were so nervous and guarded, the whole person became inexplicably nervous.
"Back to back! Little girl, close your eyes, don't think about anything." The Taoist priest stepped back and stood behind Xuan Cang and me, his cat turned his eyes and looked around thiefly.
I don't understand the magical techniques they are talking about, just thinking about not becoming a burden to them. He said so, and I immediately closed my eyes as he did.
The surroundings were quiet, there was no sound, and no movement was heard. It seems that in the whole world, I am the only one left.
I waited for a long time, and I still didn't hear Ling Qing telling me to open my eyes, and I couldn't feel the existence of Xuan Cang... My heart gradually became a little panicked. I wanted to speak, but I was afraid of causing Xuan Cang and Ling Qing any trouble.
I closed my mouth tightly for a while, and finally opened my eyes unbearably. What caught my eye was a blush in the room. The hall that had been cleaned up was now full of bloody limbs.
As soon as I opened my eyes, a long saw cut off against my head.
"Ah!" I exclaimed in surprise. The moment I spoke, the surrounding scenes changed again.
The chandeliers, sofas, and tables in the room were gone, and it turned into a night in a dark and strange alley.
I stood at the entrance of the alley, watching the wind and wind around me.
"Oh! You little girl, I didn't call you—" Ling Qing, who was brought in with him, wailed with a bitter and painful expression on his face. But before he could finish his complaint, Xuan Cang forced him back with a stern look.
"When I didn't say anything!" He curled his lips and stood aside very depressed.
Xuan Cang looked at me, reaching out to grab my hand in his hand as he was accustomed to. As if predicting his movement, I took my hand away first, and his palm was empty.
The alley of the dark night seems to be deeper, and there is a disturbing breath in the air.
After a while, we saw the other end of the alley, two figures slowly walked up, a man and a woman. The male leads the way, and the female follows timidly behind.
"Yes..." The lights outside the alley stretched their shadows very long, but I just looked at it from a distance and recognized the identities of the two people.
The man in front is the man who deceived me. It was me who followed him almost three months ago!
"Eh! Little girl, that's not—" Ling Qing said, once again disappearing into Xuan Cang's warning eyes.
He stretched out his hand and slapped himself on the mouth a few times, then stood behind me with his mouth shut and stopped talking.
The next thing is the gloom that I don't want to think of anymore. I saw the man drag me into the alley forcibly, watching him push me to the ground, I struggled and yelled, but no one showed up to rescue me.
I closed my eyes and didn't want to look at the next thing.
Xuan Cang's face was more ugly than mine, and when he saw the man pushing me down, his face was green. The white light flashed in the palm of his hand, and he made a vicious gesture at the man, and several spirit swords immediately stabbed at the man frantically.
What surprised me was that I thought this was my memory, and Xuan Cang should not be able to touch it. Unexpectedly, under his powerful spiritual power, the man was stabbed in all directions by his spiritual sword.
His head broke away from the body and rolled aside. Xuan Cang waved his hand, and a sharp sword immediately dropped out, skewering it straight down like a skewers of meat, nailing the end to the ground firmly.
Seeing the surroundings being affected by Xuan Cang's spiritual power, the huge space turned out to be pulled in all directions by something.
I was frightened, and walked to Ling Qing's side with a look of horror and asked him: "This... what's the matter?"
"Um... This should be the legendary, spiritual power beating!" Ling Qing also looked surprised, stretched out his hand and squeezed his beard, still looking profound.
I asked suspiciously: "What kind of spiritual power beats?"
"That’s... it’s an overwhelming spiritual suppression! Spells and enchantments don’t necessarily require formations and tricks to solve. As long as you have strong enough abilities, you can use direct violent strikes. !" Ling Qing explained, and there was a little awe and awe in Xuan Cang's eyes as he spoke.