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It was late at night, the torrential rain had not stopped outside, no one was moving around in the Wind Centipede Hall, most of them had already gone to sleep, even a few sporadic whispers were covered by the sound of the rain.

"Has the third master not come back yet?"

Thinking about Ye Wei, Ye Ying whispered: "No."

They may have found Wu Menggui's hiding place through the cold pool. If so, the road ahead must be dangerous.

"He'll be fine." As if knowing what Ye Ying was thinking, Jing Shu stroked his lapel and comforted him: "The third owner is safe, don't worry."

Ye Ying, however, was a little lost in thought, her drooping eyes felt the dancing flames in front of her, and she didn't know where to go.

Jingshu didn't hear a response, so she raised her eyes a little, but saw a sad face, "Aying...do you have something on your mind?"

Gathering his mind and gently rubbing her hair, Ye Ying regained his calm expression, as if the scene just now was just an illusion, he carefully kissed her forehead, "It's nothing, your body has finally recovered, I will guard you, and you can rest in peace."

Jing Shu looked around at the disciples who were lying on the ground sleeping soundly, knowing that it was not time to talk, so she leaned quietly in front of him, wrapped her arms around one of his arms and closed her eyes obediently.

Listening to the soft breathing in her arms, Ye Ying breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. Since he was trapped in the Candle Dragon Palace, a question has been circling in his mind, what can the sword he holds be able to do.

At the beginning of holding the sword, it was to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the family and to glorify the lintel;

The beginning of sword enlightenment is only because he has been addicted to it, and it is difficult to get out;

The heart sword is ready, but he finds that there is nothing else but this sword.

He didn't seem to have used the sword to do anything for the Ye family, nor had he used the sword to protect Jingshu Zhouquan... There was a trace of trouble on his brows, as if he didn't know the meaning of holding the sword.

After a night of heavy rain, Ye Ying sat withered all night. At dawn the next day, the disciples who got up early opened the door of the Wind Centipede Palace, only to find that the outside world had changed drastically.

"Quick! Get up!"

The place near the gate of the palace quickly got up and went out. The unstable mountain fell under the wash of the heavy rain, and the pools surrounded by several palaces had been filled with mud. Looking outside the Candle Dragon Palace was even more incredible. Hundred-year-old trees fell in disorder, and the original dense forest was washed out of a wide field of vision.

Jing Shu suddenly opened her eyes, and Ye Ying took her up and went out to have a look. Just as they guessed yesterday, there were a large number of corpses buried under Wuxian Ridge, all of which were exposed after the mountain slipped, paralyzed in the mud flow all the way. Can smell the soaring muddy smell and rancidity.Her face turned pale. With so many corpses buried in the ground, it should be easy to rot according to the climate in southern Xinjiang. If it doesn't rot, it means...

"I'm afraid those are all corpses." Dongfang Yuxuan said in a low voice, "Wu Menggui didn't wake them all up yesterday, maybe he had other ideas."

"If these are really corpses, how amazing is this, at least..." Someone randomly estimated the number, "Is this at least a thousand?"

Xuanzheng looked at the corpses all over the mountains and plains, and closed his eyes unbearably, "Amitabha, this southern border is really a place where bones are buried, and the crime of murder by the Tianyi Sect is unforgivable!"

"These corpses haven't moved yet, we'd better make a decision quickly before they are awakened." Ye Zhiqing glanced into the depths of the Candle Dragon Hall, "I don't know where Xiaoqi and the others are."

After a night of torrential rain, the rain gradually thinned out, but it still didn't stop. There was no beacon fire in the distance, only death. I don't know the final result of the battle between Tiance Army and Nanzhao Army yesterday.

The heads of several sects discussed for a while, and decided to send the fast-footed disciples down the mountain to contact the Tiance Army, while others who could cross the valley between the two mountains would try to deal with the corpses.

The fastest way to dispose of these corpses is to set fire to them, but now that it is raining continuously and the ground is extremely slippery, it is impossible to ignite them. If they are asked to destroy those limbs with weapons, even if they know that they are corpses, many people will not be able to do so.

"The process of refining corpses is cumbersome. It is impossible for Wumenggui to produce a large number of corpses. These should be the corpses he controlled through Gu insects. The corpses have not moved because the Gu insects are still sleeping. Most of the Gu insects control the walking of corpses in the mind. If we pick the Gu worms out of the corpse, no matter how many there are, it won't be a threat."

Such a quiet voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, and everyone looked at the white-haired woman leaning in front of Ye Ying in unison. The Tibetan sword disciples were not surprised, but the disciples of other families were very strange. There are many speculations about her identity. After all, the world has never heard of a woman who can be taken care of by the owner of the hidden sword.

If there is, it seems to be a corpse woman.

Thinking of the scene of many corpses chasing Jing Shu yesterday, the sight that fell on Jing Shu couldn't help but become complicated.

Li Wangsheng pondered for a moment, "If that's the case, the heads of every corpse will have to be removed..."

This approach is still a bit cruel.

Jing Shu said slowly: "I have a way that might attract all the Gu worms out, I don't know if it's feasible."

The hands around Jingshu's waist gradually tightened, Ye Ying softly ordered Ye Meng to take the disciples back, and the other masters also asked the disciples to avoid them one after another, their drooping brows were slightly condensed, Ye Ying was vaguely uneasy, "You What do you want to do?"

"Yesterday you said that those corpses were chasing me, I think..." Before Jing Shu finished speaking, Ye Ying's face darkened, she couldn't help but lower her voice, "I'll just try."

Seeing the displeasure on Ye Ying's face, Ye Zhiqing gently persuaded, "Mrs. Ye is just recovering from a serious injury, so don't take any risks."

Jing Shu moved her lips, and the strength on her waist suddenly increased, she heard Ye Ying's voice saying: "This matter will be handed over to the hidden sword sect, now that there are many wounded, you should lead the sect to the stone gate of the main hall before making any plans. "

The heads looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

Jing Shu thought that Ye Ying meant to call all active disciples to deal with, but she didn't want him to arrange for the remaining female disciple to come over and help her, her pale lips trembled suddenly, "No... no... ..."

The back of the shoulders went numb, and the whole person fell limply in his arms, Jing Shu was light, Ye Ying asked his disciples to walk slowly, told Ye Meng to look after the wounded carefully, and signaled them to go first.

Although Ye Meng felt that something was wrong, but now that Ye Wei is not here, if Ye Ying wants to stay, he must protect his disciples to leave.There was only one Tibetan sword disciple following Ye Ying, and the others walked slowly along the slippery mountain road with the main force, fearing that the mountain under their feet would slide again, everyone walked cautiously.

"Villa Master." The disciple didn't remind Ye Ying until the pedestrian walked away.

Touching the ground lightly under her feet, her slender figure swept across a ravine more than ten feet wide like a frightened bird, and fell lightly outside the Candle Dragon Hall. The stench of corpses filled her nose. He stopped at the sound of a reminder.

He sighed softly, even though these corpses were already dead, but... what he was going to do was no different from shredding corpses into pieces.

The sharp sword sliced ​​through the old corpse, and the rotten stench in the air became more and more intense. The disciples who accompanied him couldn't help but stood aside with pale faces and vomited acid water.Ye Ying didn't have the heart to distinguish which side of the corpse in the mud was the head and which was the foot. After the sword energy enveloped him, he stood beside the mud full of corpses with a gloomy expression. He suddenly thought of a person, that person every time None of the corpses left the ghoul lair intact.

Jing Shu once said that that person had caused too many murders, and now... he seems to be close.

Ye Ying caressed the long sword in her hand, and the hand holding the hilt felt unprecedentedly heavy, and the stench of rotting corpses wrapped him up. He didn't like this smell.A gust of wind and rain came from behind him, blowing away everything around him, but it couldn't blow away the haze in his heart.

The disciples who went to the Tiance camp to investigate turned back and saw the stumped limbs and arms on the ground and couldn't help being terrified. Looking at the slender figure made people feel intimidated, "Ye... Master Ye, the camp below the mountain has been destroyed. The mud flow submerged, and there was no sign of Tiance Army."

Ye Ying didn't seem to hear the other party's words, she was in a daze for a while, then turned and walked towards the Candle Dragon Palace, and the people behind followed tremblingly.

The bridges leading to the Wind Centipede Hall and the Jade Chan Palace are broken, and now they can only take a detour from the Scorpion Altar on the right. Anyway, the brigade will have to take this road when they return, so it is right to explore the terrain in advance.

Although Jingshu was pressed into her sleeping point, she was not at all stable. She frowned as if she was struggling to wake up from the darkness, and suddenly her whole body was in the wind. Her whole body was shaken, and her eyes opened immediately.The disciple who helped her saw that she was exerting force on her feet, and hurriedly said that Madam woke up, and Ye Meng immediately turned back to Jing Shu, "Jing..."

The person who wakes up pushes the people around him away without saying a word, but finds himself in a completely unfamiliar environment, with a cliff of hundreds of feet behind him, and the cold air curling up from the deep pools in front and behind, rising to the top of his head and condensing into thick fog, quietly Shu's pale lips trembled, "What about him?"

"Brother will be back soon, don't panic."

"I...I don't want him to do that kind of thing, I..." The light in the dark pupils was slack, and deep in her mind she extremely rejected this, as if there had been such a situation in the past that made her too regretful.

It's because she didn't stop... She didn't stop...

Big tears burst out of Jing Shu's eyes suddenly, Ye Meng looked at her helplessly, his two strong arms didn't know what to do, when he turned his head, he saw a savior-like existence, "Brother! "

Jing Shu raised her head abruptly and saw a familiar figure walking down the slope on the other side. She rushed up after bumping her feet. There were no wounded on Ye Ying's side.

When Ye Ying heard the rushing footsteps, she quickly stepped forward and stretched out her hands to meet them, but her mind hesitated at that moment, her stiff arms did not come back for a long time, it was Jing Shu who ran into his arms and hugged him. hold on.

"I still have some smell that hasn't gone away, you..." Before Ye Ying finished speaking, he noticed her unusual trembling. She was extremely disturbed and even a little frightened. Her thin lips were slightly pursed, and Ye Ying folded her arms and hugged her Tightly, the palm of her hand comforted her small head buried deep in her chest, "I'm fine, I'm worrying you."

Damp seeped into the skirt, it wasn't the fine rain that wet his clothes, but her tears.

Ye Ying's expression was a little uncertain, he turned around his girl lightly, lowered his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, the disciples from other families who came back with Ye Ying were reporting the news of the Wutian strategist at the foot of the mountain, everyone was attracted Attention, never paying attention to the two people with their backs here.

The warm lips kissed the tightly biting lips, and the salty taste lingered between her lips. Ye Ying hugged Jing Shu and kissed silently. Maybe she didn't remember, but there was still some kind of memory in her body , and at this moment, Ye Ying's figure was suddenly replaced in this vague memory, and that real feeling made her terrified like dying.

"I'm afraid..." She murmured between her lips and teeth. She was afraid that one day, Ye Ying's murder would be too serious and it would be unacceptable for heaven. It seemed that there was a person who disappeared from her world just like that.

With her fingers interspersed with her soft hair, Ye Ying rubbed against her cold forehead, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave you."

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