This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling and Tang Feng looked at each other. Tang Feng gritted his teeth, turned his head sharply and stared at the direction of the dense forest, and said in a hoarse voice: "Qingqing must have been taken away! I will go in and save her now."

"Senior Brother Tang! Don't be impulsive!" Although An Ling was also worried about Lin Qingqing's safety, if she allowed Tang Feng to be so impulsive, it would be no different from letting him die.

To be honest, An Ling didn't know what to do now. She was totally at a loss as to what to do when she encountered such a big thing when she just started out. But she knew very well that Tang Feng alone was definitely no match for those guys in the dense forest.

Her brain thought quickly and came up with an imperfect but effective plan: "Brother, please find a way to contact the abbot first and ask him to bring someone over. We will prepare and go in to find Senior Sister. If we are late, it may be too late."

An Ling's words still carry a lot of weight, and Tang Feng knows that her swordsmanship is very strong, which can increase the chances of saving Lin Qingqing.

When Tang Feng was delivering the message, An Ling wiped the Xiangzhu with a heavy face, and pretended to tidy up the magic tools on her body - in fact, she had nothing except the Xiangzhu, but she didn't want to do nothing. It was just like before the exam in her previous life, she always pretended to read a few pages of the book, knowing that she could not change the result, but just for peace of mind.

"Oh! I'm really worried about Senior Sister Lin. I don't know if the three of us can walk out of this forest alive this time..." She looked at the dense forest in front of her worriedly. It was getting dark at this time. The forest, which looked ordinary on the outside, was like a giant beast with its mouth opened ferociously, waiting for the "guests" to come.

Faced with the unknown, An Ling couldn't help but feel fear, but time was running out and she had to go. Otherwise, if her senior sister stayed alone in the forest for a while longer, it would be more dangerous. What's more, they both got involved in this matter in order to track down their lost things. How could she, An Ling, stay out of it at this time?

No matter what, she must go to save people, but she has to use her brains when saving people, otherwise she will be like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth...

She thought for a while, called Tang Feng and ran to the dilapidated house together. They split all the wood that could be dismantled into pieces of wood that were easy to carry. After preparing as many things that might be used as possible, the two of them gritted their teeth and entered the dense forest.

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For some reason, the trees on the outer layer of the dense forest grew particularly densely. In some places, one had to turn sideways to pass through. Such a narrow forest made the two feel depressed.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Tang Feng coughed a few times, attracting An Ling's attention. He said in a hoarse voice, "Try to breathe less. There is a dead air like the skeleton ghost in the air. After inhaling it, your throat and lungs feel like they are on fire."

After hearing this, An Ling handed Tang Feng a newly made "mask" made from the extra fabric from clothes. Although it only provided a small amount of protection, it was much better than exposing oneself directly to the death energy.

The two of them tied on their "masks" and continued moving forward.

The further they advanced, the thicker the deathly aura became, to the point where their exposed skin felt tingling. The two also discovered that in the depths of the dense forest, the distribution of trees had become extremely sparse, and the few trees that were still strong and surviving were growing in a strange way: the entire tree was thin and tall, with no branches close to the ground, and only the part far from the ground, close to the sky, had leaves like mushroom caps growing on it.

An Ling walked to one of the trees and found that the bark of the trunk was very smooth. It was light brown in color, but covered with black lines that looked like eyes. It looked very strange.

"Brother, are the wood over there ready?" An Ling asked in a muffled voice. As she walked, she took out a few pieces of wood from the bag behind her and lit them with one hand using flame magic.

Tang Feng also followed An Ling's example and learned how to light the wood.

An Ling brought the flame closer to the deathly energy that enveloped the forest, and the black deathly energy seemed to be afraid of the temperature of the flame. It first moved away, and then more deathly energy gathered, almost condensing into a solid, "drown" the flame - the torches in the hands of the two people went out.

“Ahem… As expected, my guess was correct. This thing is afraid of fire. However, if there is a large amount of dead energy, it can restrain the fire.”

It would be great if we had saltpeter, sulfur, charcoal, and the like. We could make explosives directly and cover the area with the same amount of explosives. We wouldn't have to worry about the evil cultivators' death energy...

Of course, these are just nonsense that An Ling came up with on a whim.

"Let's go quickly and don't stay in the woods too long." An Ling said.

Tang Feng nodded and walked forward with An Ling, but suddenly grabbed her, signaled her to be quiet, and pulled her behind several trees growing together and hid her.

"Listen, that's the same clicking sound as the skeleton soldiers!"

An Ling listened attentively, and instantly felt a chill down her spine: Yes, it was the sound of the skeleton soldiers marching, but this time the sound was very heavy, and the ground was faintly shaking. Could this be the military formation that Master Wu Yu had seen before? !

"Shh..." The two men didn't dare to show their heads and covered their mouths tightly with their hands to prevent their breathing sounds from alarming the army.

But soon, a sound of metal friction was heard, and the army formation stopped marching in an instant, just like a tiger and wolf army with strict military discipline!

Why did it stop suddenly?

An Ling realized something was wrong and quietly stuck half of her head out to observe what was happening in front of her.

"As expected of old man Wuqiu, his 'thread-pulling technique' is still so miraculous." A man wrapped in a black robe walked out slowly from the left side of where the two were hiding, and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Shut up! You bastard! Who told you to come here? Get out of here!" a sharp voice replied. This voice was very harsh, like a baby crying and an old man screaming at the end of his life. The combination of contradictions made people feel sick. Although the curse was very dirty, his tone sounded like a strong appearance but weak inside.

The sharp voice should be that of Old Man Wujiu, the evil cultivator who massacred the entire village of Wuzhou twenty years ago, leaving no one alive. The person who was talking to him seemed to be familiar with Old Man Wujiu, but they had a grudge against each other for a long time, so he should also be a member of the evil cultivator.

"Oh my god... two evil cultivators and a skeleton army, this is going to cause chaos!" An Ling thought to herself. She didn't expect that she just lost a storage ring this morning, but it would involve so many things. Life is really magical.

For some reason, her Xiangzhu sword was also trembling slightly, exactly the same as the shaking of An Ling's legs.

An Ling touched Xiang Zhu and thought to herself, "Dude, don't be afraid. Let me be afraid first. After all, if you were picked up, I might still be able to make your sword, but it's different for us..."

The black-robed man sneered and threatened without further ado, "My request is simple. Hand over the 'Thread Pulling Technique' and the control of the Ghost Skull, and I will spare your life."

After he said this, the whole dense forest suddenly became turbulent, and the death energy instantly gathered on the army formation, which indirectly made An Ling and the other person who were watching breathe a sigh of relief, as they finally didn't have to be corroded by the death energy.

"It seems like a dog-eat-dog situation. So we don't need to fight this time. We can just find Senior Sister Lin and leave." An Ling thought. She wanted to explain the situation to Tang Feng, but found that Tang Feng was staring at Old Man Wuqiu with hatred on his face, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"What's wrong?" she asked in a voice transmission.

“That person… I will never forget him even if he turns to ashes…” Tang Feng seemed to be losing his mind. “The reason why my master picked me up was because my family was killed by him. My master was kind-hearted and took me away to raise me and taught me skills. When I grew up and went down the mountain for the first time, I met him again. But I didn’t know who that evil cultivator was at the time. It turned out to be him… Old Man Wuque… I, Tang Feng, will never forget this name…”

An Ling looked at Tang Feng in surprise. She didn't expect that there was such a deep blood feud between the two!