The sound made Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qizheng stunned.
Can this ghost wind really imitate human speech
They thought the sound of the wind sounded like human voices.
Looking at the black wind that kept passing through the town but could not enter the house, Song Yin asked: "Is this the ghost wind?"
"I think so." Zhang Feixuan was not sure either.
The ghost wind he knew was just a whirlwind, without any color and not this huge.
The black wind quickly swept through the entire town, and as if it had sensed something, it quickly attacked the three people on the street.
Except for Song Yin, the other two were unable to react in time and were directly entangled by the black wind.
After being rolled up, Zhang Feixuan felt as if his body was empty. He lowered his head and found that the luxurious robe and tiger-skin cape on his body were gone, leaving only his underwear.
After another roll, the underwear was gone, leaving only the grey shorts and...
"You are a grown man, and you are wearing a bellyband?!"
Wang Qizheng's rough voice was filled with extreme shock, his eyes widened, more shocked than seeing a monster. Then, he grinned and pointed at Zhang Feixuan and laughed:
"Zhang Feixuan! Zhang the pervert! Dudou! You are...hahahaha! Dudou!"
"What the hell are you laughing at!"
Zhang Feixuan pulled the corner of his mouth, pulled the bellyband-like thing on his body, and shouted: "This is not mine! This is... This is my lover's, I just took it as a souvenir!"
Wang Qizhen didn't care about that and just laughed with his teeth bared.
"Laugh, laugh, laugh! You don't have any clothes on either! Do you think you'll look good naked out there?!"
Wang Qi was stunned and was so busy laughing that he didn't notice that the wind also blew on him, blowing away all his clothes and revealing his body.
"Give me back my tiger-skin coat!"
He glared and roared, then raised his hand to grab the black wind on his body.
"What a disgrace you are."
Suddenly, Song Yin's voice rang out.
I saw a black wind surrounding him, but the wind could not take away anything on his body. The big hand rose up, and the sleeves rolled up, creating a suction force out of thin air, sucking the ghost wind on his body into it. At the same time, the ghost wind in the entire town swirled into his sleeves, and the dark evil color of the town disappeared.
At the same time, the wind on the two men stopped, and the clothes that had been blown away fell on them.
"As a Qi Refiner, you don't even have the slightest bit of manners to wear it!" Song Yin shouted, frowning.
"yes"
The two of them quickly put on their clothes.
Zhang Feixuan felt his face go numb, and he said forcefully: "Brother, I am not a transvestite, this bellyband..."
Song Yin waved his hand: "I am not interested in your hobbies, but you represent our Jinxian Sect outside, so you should pay attention to your manners. The rest doesn't matter. As long as your heart is right, don't mention wearing bellybands and walking your bird. Even if you put on makeup and wear hairpins, that's your business."
He is really not interested. Everyone has their own hobbies. It is impossible to control and I don't want to control it.
"No, Senior Brother, this bellyband belongs to my lover, it's not mine. I am, that one."
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, but found that no matter how he explained, it would be bad, so he simply bowed and said, "Yes, Senior Brother."
Wang Qizheng walked up to him cheerfully, patted his shoulder, and said, "I understand. It's okay. Everyone has hobbies, right?"
"You know shit, get out!" Zhang Feixuan glared at him.
This is hard to explain.
Although he didn't like Wang Qizhen calling him a pervert, this nickname was not given randomly. He really liked fleeting romances.
The main reason is that he is handsome and has the aura of a noble man, so it is easy for him to deceive women. There are always some people who are greedy for his body and invite him to spend the night with them and even give him money!
Sometimes when you have no food to eat, it is naturally great to meet such people.
This bellyband was given to him by a lover, so he put it on.
I'm not a transvestite, and I don't have any secrets. The main thing is that this bellyband is exquisitely made and made of good materials. If I really get into trouble and have no money, I can exchange it for money.
What
Don’t Qigong practitioners lack money
If you don’t need money, why come to the human world? If you have the ability, go to the mountains.
Eating, drinking, practicing and refining elixirs, which one doesn't cost money
They are still an evil sect, and they are not a sect stationed in the human world and worshipped by people. They all rely on their own efforts.
He is not like Wang Qizhen, who would eat raw wild animals and even insects if he really has no other choice.
But I can't say that. It sounds more acceptable that I like wearing a bellyband than messing around outside.
"Brother, was this ghost wind subdued just like that?"
Seeing that Wang Qi was still laughing, Zhang Feixuan simply changed the subject and asked Song Yin.
"It's just a little goblin, just a little bigger in size. It has no mind and acts on instinct, so of course I just took it. This thing does have a long-lasting aura. Master is right, it's a good medicinal material."
When the black wind blew over him, he felt it. It was just a little goblin. It had no harm in it and no intelligence. It acted purely on instinct.
only.
Song Yin said thoughtfully: "I can feel that they want too many things. Rather than following instinct, it seems more like they are forcibly collecting them."
As he said that, he walked to the building he had been in before, knocked on the door, and said, "My fellow villager, I have conquered this ghost wind. May I ask if there is any place like a cemetery?"
There was another noise from inside the door. The door still wasn't opened, but the sound was still heard.
"The immortal has conquered him? There is no cemetery here, but I heard from an old man that there used to be a battlefield twenty miles to the west. I don't know if it's true."
"Understood. Goodbye."
Song Yin nodded, said no more, and left the building.
"Brother? That's it. I helped them out of kindness, but they didn't even open the door or give me a meal. That's so rude."
Seeing that the door was still not open, Wang Qi said unconvincedly.
"That ghost wind can imitate human speech. It's normal for the people not to believe it. They will understand when they come out later."
Song Yin said this and quickly moved, directly rolling up the yellow wind and heading west.
The two had no choice but to follow.
Twenty miles to the west was not far for them, and they quickly reached the destination at a rapid speed.
This place is a plain with abundant grassland. Some ruined watchtowers can be seen, but other than that, there is nothing.
Wang Qi was looking around and asked curiously, "Is this the ancient battlefield? It's nothing special, a very normal place, how ancient must it be?"
"No, that's not right."
Zhang Feixuan shrugged his nose, looked towards a patch of grass, frowned and stared at it, his eyes seemed to penetrate the ground.
"The bloody smell hasn't been there for long. Someone died here."
"What's the big deal about dead people? There are dead people everywhere," Wang Qizhen asked.
"No"
Song Yin spoke at this time. He walked to a grassland, squatted down and picked up a piece of soil. He rubbed the soil with his fingers, and the soil was rubbed apart, revealing something.
He threw the thing back, and Wang Qi took it, only to see that in his hand was an object of similar style to the one in the shrine before.
It was also a strange thing made by combining the palm and lips, and was made to look like a pendant.
"A door with sound or without sound?" Wang Qizhen asked in surprise.
Song Yin's eyes were shining at this time, staring at the ground: "The resentment is underground."