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Jiang Qianshu said: "Let's go find the island owner."

"She won't let us go out."

"Explain the situation to him."

Wei Xiaoxi looked hesitant: "We are outsiders, we ran away, and even moved her Taoyuan Island formation. How can she be willing to listen to what we have to say?"

Jiang Qianshu pointed out the facts:

"Whether it's breaking the formation or investigating to find out who's behind it, we can't get around her."

Wei Xiaoxi sighed:

"Yes, we can't find out the mastermind behind this and prove our innocence."

The atmosphere fell into silence for an instant.

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that in just a short time, the air on the island dropped several degrees.

Goosebumps appeared.

She rubbed her arms and stood up slowly while holding on to the tree trunk.

The ground seems to be cold too.

Jiang Qianshu supported her and said worriedly:

"Is your soul still hurting? Take another pill?"

As he spoke, he took out the divine soul elixir.

Wei Xiaoxi held his hand and shook his head slightly:

"The potency of the medicine just now has not been fully digested, so taking it now is in vain."

The damaged soul cannot be healed in a short period of time. It needs to be nourished.

After thinking about it, she said:

"Without further delay, every additional delay will increase the amount of Yin Qi spreading on the island. Even if we are monks, we cannot take it lightly. Let's set off now."

This is a fact. Jiang Qianshuli knows rationally that he should unify.

But now the girl's face is pale, the situation is not good, and she still has to spend energy to deal with the island owner...

Sighing, he still said nothing, only nodded slightly:

"Okay, let's go now."

"Wait..." Wei Xiaoxi frowned, "Let's just go like this. If we can't convince her, she's already on guard against us. If she wants to escape again, it won't be that easy."

Jiang Qianshu's expression paused slightly.

It is indeed not that easy to escape without exposing your strength.

He frowned slightly:

"It's best for us to have clues that can prove our innocence in order to dispel her suspicions, but we really can't conceal our whereabouts and investigate at the same time and find clues within a few days... This is a dead end."

The murderer even carried out such a large project as using a large formation to spread Yin Qi, so he must have made a lot of preparations.When it comes to killing people, they will only be more cautious and secretive.

"According to conventional methods, it is indeed difficult to find useful clues." Wei Xiaoxi murmured, "Brother Lin, you are well-informed. Do you think there is any special method that can directly use the dead souls to find out the people behind the scenes? Woolen cloth?"

Jiang Qianshu rubbed his fingers and said:

"The negative energy of the wronged souls is linked through a sinister token. You need to cast a specific spell on that token to find those wronged souls, but the reverse operation..."

But he didn't know.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Xiaoyou said excitedly:

"Master, master, I can do it. I am a poisonous fire now. As long as I drive away those innocent souls, they will flee to the place they think is safest."

Wei Xiaoxi sighed, glanced at Jiang Qianshu, who was frowning, and asked in his mind:

"Tell me more."

"According to what you said, they are linked to some token and are willing to deny energy to the person holding the token. Does that mean that the innocent souls will not feel that the linked person is a threat?"

Just imagine...the walls pressing in from all directions are constantly compressing the space, and the air will rush towards the only breach.

The wall is fire poison, and the innocent souls are the air. The gap is the direction where the innocent souls feel safe, that is, where the person behind the scenes is.

Wei Xiaoxi's eyes lit up:

"I've been upgraded, my brain is getting better!"

"Hmph!" Xiao Zhengtai said in an arrogant voice, "Be more diligent in the future and find more strange fires for me to devour. I can help you more."

Wei Xiaoxi: "..."

It's really a good idea.

After thinking about it, Wei Xiaoxi looked hesitant:

"The above are all your guesses. Are you sure it's true?"

"Humph!" Xiaoyou curled up into a ball, a little unhappy, "Don't you always say that true knowledge comes from practice? You'll know just by trying it? You idiot!"

Wei Xiaoxi curled her lips.

His brain has grown, and his temper has also grown.

Jiang family meeting hall.

After arranging things, the island owner pinched his temples and waved his hands.

"You go down."

The monks accepted the mission and bowed down.

As soon as the male cultivator in brown clothes turned around, he caught a glimpse of the island owner's distressed look from the corner of his eye. His heart moved, he slowed down and took out a delicate box from his storage bag.

"Is there anything else?" the island owner asked without raising his eyes.

The male cultivator in brown clothes bowed slightly:

"Island Master, I have a box of spiritual sandalwood here. Every time my grandma has a headache, burning a small amount can effectively relieve it. Can I light it for you?"

The island owner finally raised his eyes and his eyes fell on the spiritual sandalwood in his hand.

The exquisite box was opened, and a large piece of dark spices lay quietly inside, with complex reliefs engraved on the surface.

Noble, elegant and mysterious.

It's a good thing at a glance.

She had it before.

Twenty years ago, Wen Rendu came back once. I heard that she occasionally had headaches, so she said that there were good things out there that could relieve headaches.

When I returned to the island 15 years ago, I brought her a lot of this spiritual sandalwood.

The effect is indeed very good.

It gets relief every time you use it.

As you get older, even the body in the realm of gods will sometimes become old and frail.

"You are interested." The island owner said slowly, "Keep it for your mother-in-law. She has a long life..."

After a pause, she said no more.

The male cultivator in brown clothes shook his head slightly:

"My grandma rarely gets headaches. She has only used them three or four times in the past ten years. Brother Adu gave me two pills 15 years ago. One of them has not been used yet. I still have more than half of this one... I will give it to you. Click on it.”

Hearing this, the island owner didn't shirk anymore.

Her head did hurt.

There are still a lot of things to be busy with next, so I must be in good condition.

Do take a small bite.

The male cultivator in brown clothes breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully came to the table next to her.

Cut off a small section, light it with a flame leaping from your fingertips, put it into a smoker, and put it away.

After thinking about it, he took out another piece of spiritual sandalwood from the storage bag, put it into a box and placed it on the table.

"Island Master, I'm going to get busy first."

"Well, good boy." The island owner nodded slightly, took out a low-grade magic weapon from his storage ring, and handed it to him, "Take this."

The male cultivator in brown clothes was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, that's what I should do."

The island owner pushed the thing into his hand without any explanation:

"Go and get busy."

The male cultivator in brown clothes had no choice but to accept and retreat.

The hall fell into silence, only the fragrance of sandalwood swayed.

The island owner propped his elbows on the table and supported his forehead, and his frown slowly relaxed.

I don’t know how long it took, but all the spiritual sandalwood turned into ashes.

Suddenly, her eyelids twitched, and she slowly raised her head and looked at the center of the hall...

Young men and women.

The wrinkles at the corners of her eyes deepened, and black ink almost dripped from the ravines:

"You still dare to come back?"