The villain does one good thing every day

After searching around, I couldn't find Ling Xing's shadow.

Qingsong put down his teacup, and cast a cold look at An Dan: "How's the catcher An?"

An Dan was not angry, he swung his knife horizontally, and sat down: "What is old man Qingsong so anxious about?"

Qingsong snorted and laughed.

At this time, a policeman came, approached An Dan, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After An Dan listened, he pushed him away: "Say something out loud."

The arrester quickly looked at Qingsong and Yu Yao, and repeated out loud what he had just said: "The lower officials found this."

As he spoke, he handed over a sign.

The pattern of this brand is exactly the same as the pattern of the clothes of the man sitting on the bed crying last night.

An Dan took it and pushed it to Qingsong: "Someone left something behind."

"Oh, really." Qingsong glanced at it, but didn't start with it, and turned to look at the steward. The latter stepped forward, ready to take the sign, but was held down by An Dan.

An Dan stared at Qingsong, and slowly turned over the sign. The back of the sign was stained with blood: "What happened?"

Qingsong looked at him: "I don't know."

"Where is the owner of this sign?"

"I don't know. When someone comes to my place to look for it, I'll report it to Chief Ann."

An Dan leaned forward: "Brother, there are no outsiders here, let me ask you, what is the mystery in this green one foot?"

Qingsong smiled: "An Butou, this mystery is too shallow for you to understand."

An Dan's eyes were piercing: "I can't figure it out? There are so many murders in Qingyizhang, which one is the mystery of the magic? But no matter how many murders there are, the news never goes out. Which family's Xuanmiao is it? Last month's family of four murders, if the old servant in the family didn't run around begging to solve the case, I'm afraid they would have lost their voice. So I would like to ask, where is the old servant now?"

Qingsong turned to look at him: "What did the arrester An say? The old servant went to the government to ask, and the governor sent a supervisor to investigate, but nothing was found. How can I be responsible? The old servant has been busy with the government, and the matter is now , where the old servant is, don't ask the government, ask me Qing Yizhang?"

An Dan didn't reply, Qingsong took another step forward: "Boss An, if you don't have this ability, don't supervise everywhere, save yourself a charge of trespass."

An Dan was stuffed for a while, speechless, and looked at Yu Yao.

Yu Yao lowered her head and drank the water silently without opening her mouth.

An Dan cleared his throat and asked, "Where is your subordinate?"

Yu Yao looked at him: "It's not my subordinates, it's my Quan family."

An Dan was a little impatient: "Where is your Quan family?"

Yu Yao shook her head: "I don't know. In the building, maybe."

An Dan hit a wall at both ends, a little annoyed: "You..."

Qingsong was happy to see it, and clapped his hands twice: "An Butou is really useless, I can't find anything, I can't find anything, what..."

He stopped and stared at An Dan viciously, provoking him like never before: "I can't take care of..."

An Dan was stunned, he pulled out the knife with his backhand, and slashed straight at the green pine.

Qingsong flashed fast, and turned around to avoid the sharp edge, but not too far away, holding the smoke pot in one hand and unfinished tea in the other, half a meter away from the blade, shaking his head and sighing: "It's always so close, how much is it?" Years have really gone nowhere.”

An Dan swung the saber in his hand, the tip of the saber cut through Qingsong's robe, and a section of the belt fluttered down.Qingsong took half a step back, but did not go far, and continued to provoke An Dan, forcing him to swing the knife again.

Yu Yao sat still, sighing to herself: "Childish. Very naive."

He didn't speak, and Qingsong hadn't noticed him yet. As soon as he opened his mouth, Qingsong made the next move and hid behind Yu Yao.

An Dan's knife had already been swung out, and he saw that it was about to hurt innocent people, but the momentum of the knife had already started, and it was really hard to stop. In desperation, he stretched out his left hand, and slapped his right hand holding the knife vigorously, hitting the tiger's mouth hard. Startled, let go of the knife.

As soon as the blade turned, the blade fell down, and in the middle of the fall, it cut through Yu Yao's hand that hadn't recovered in time.

Yu Yao glanced down, didn't respond, just shook her head and said to herself, "Little man."

Qingsong smiled, put down the teacup, took a puff of smoke, and then shouted: "An Butou, why are you doing this!"

Quan Wuyong was not far away, so he rushed over as soon as he heard it, and when he saw Yu Yao's bloody hand, he drew out his sword and pointed at An Dan: "Are you attacking me from Beihai?"

Yan Laixing also floated down from upstairs and stood in front of An Dan.

An Dan's right hand was still trembling, which was the aftereffect of being hit by a slap. Looking at the others, he was angry and confused: "I..."

Yu Yao stood up: "Forget it, he didn't do it on purpose, find me some medicine."

Quan Wuyong turned to look at him: "Brother?"

Yu Yao pulled the hem of her clothes to bandage herself, and nodded at him: "Go."

While speaking, the blood on Yu Yao's hand dripped on the ground.

With a crackling sound, the whole green one suddenly turned blood red.

The four walls, the roof and the ground are all scarlet as far as the eye can see, accompanied by bursts of rotten flesh.

Everyone froze in place: "This is..."

Green pine noodles are like dead ashes.

Yu Yao was the first to react, and looked at Yan Laixing: "Go and find Lin Wuyang."

Yan Laixing nodded, and jumped upstairs with a tap of his toes.An Dan also reacted, picked up the knife, and went to find Miss Yue, not forgetting to shout to the other arresters: "Don't separate, let's go in a team!"

Quan Wuyong approached Yu Yao: "Brother, this..."

Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind hit, and the two of them retreated straight away. After retreating tens of meters, they encountered a fault and fell down.

***

When they stopped, the two fell to the ground hard, Quan Wuyou got up neatly, drew his sword and looked away.

This place is a square room, except for four walls, a roof above the head, and a piece of ground under the feet, there is nothing else.

Every wall is red, with black mantras written densely on it, covering one by one, making it impossible to see clearly.

Quan Wuyong watched for a long time, but saw no other movement, so he put down his sword and helped his senior brother up.

Yu Yao looked at her hand and felt strange, how could this knife have such magical power that she couldn't even stand up.

Quan Wuyong saw that his senior brother was as heavy as a puddle of mud, and felt that something was wrong: "Senior brother, what's going on?"

Yu Yao raised his hand heavily, waved it, and said, "Put me down."

Quan Wuyong helped him to the wall, and Yu Yao slid against the wall and sat on the ground.

The two should be trapped.

Yu Yao raised his hand and touched the wall with great effort. The spells on the wall were flowing, and they avoided Yu Yao's touch.

Quan Wuyong looked at the curse and touched his chin: "This is the evil formation."

Yu Yao looked at him: "What evil formation? Like the Song family's?"

Quan Wuyong shook his head: "Song's family is in the realm of sha formation. A single sha can be broken by removing the sha. This is a formation of sha knots, not just one or two. You need to feed many sha to form a magic circle. You can't enter it." In, out, not out."

Yu Yao frowned: "What's the use of trapping us?"

Quan Wuyong stared at the curse on the wall: "Brother, this is not for trapping us."

He touched the wall, and the incantations on the wall gathered towards his fingertips. Quan Wuyong quickly raised his hand and glanced at Yu Yao: "This burst happened suddenly, no one gave birth—at least I didn't see it." .Besides, when the formation was launched, the whole building was moving. I guess this is to protect Qing Yizhang's evil formation. I'm afraid this is Qing Yizhang's mystery."

Yu Yao was thoughtful: "Ke Lingxing said that there is no evil smell here."

Quan Wuyong looked at him: "Oh brother, think about it, if we have entered the territory of Sha since we entered Nandao, this Qingyizhang itself is actually Sha, how can we smell the smell of Sha?"

Yu Yao didn't answer this, and suddenly said, "How do you know so much about Sha?"

Quan Wuyong was taken aback.

Yu Yao said again: "Speaking of which, why was your blood fed to vines when you were in Quan's house?"

Quan Wuyong replied to him in a daze: "Brother, you taught me..."

"I taught you this?"

"Yes." Quan Wuyong lowered his head and scratched, "Although I don't study well."

Yu Yao let out a dry laugh: "Hahaha, I was the one who taught it. It's worthy of a famous teacher to produce a great apprentice hahaha."

Suddenly they heard a rustling from the corner, Quan Wuyong drew his sword and shouted: "Who?"

The man moved towards this side, and they saw clearly that it was Qingsong.

Qingsong lay on the ground, crawled two steps towards them, sat up again, and gestured with her fingers: "Shh, it's me, it's me."

This voice is extremely old, not the voice of Qingsong at all.

That Qingsong's complexion changed again, becoming mean, and said in a shrill voice: "What are you climbing, you can't walk, let my old lady go!"

Qingsong's face wrinkled all of a sudden, pursed his lips like an old man, and changed back to an old voice, while shrinking his body: "Bitch, shut up!"

The sharp voice sounded again: "You old bastard—!"

Suddenly Qingsong sat up straight again, with a straight back, a serious face, steady eyes, and a thick voice: "Enough, the most urgent thing is to find out, who is it, who started the Qing Yizhang formation."

Sharp voice: "It's not my mother."

An old voice: "It's not me either."

Qingsong smiled, tilted his head, and said in a clear and clear childish voice, "It's not me either."

Qingsong lowered her eyes and winked, and tactfully said to Nuonuo, "It's not my slave either."

Seeing Qingsong changing back and forth by himself, Quan Wuyong had goose bumps all over his body.He squatted beside Yu Yao, pounding Yu Yao with his elbow: "Brother, what's the matter with him?"

Yu Yao only took one look: "He's not normal." After speaking, he continued to study the spell on the wall.

The thick voice from over there sounded again: "Why did you suddenly start fighting?"

This time it was actually Qingsong's own voice: "It's possible... it's because of his blood."

As soon as Qingsong finished speaking, she looked over at Yu Yao, like thousands of people looking over at the same time.

Quan Wuyong shuddered.

Qingsong stood up, and Quan Wuyong pointed his sword at him: "You, you, you...don't come here."

Qingsong stretched out his hand and flicked Quan Wuyou's sword, and the sword flew out.

Qingsong didn't look at the shocked Quan Wuyong, looked down at Yu Yao, and frowned again: "Why is your soul so unstable?"

Quan Wuyong stepped in front of Yu Yao: "My brother is back, can you control it?"

Qingsong stared at Yu Yao again, and said to himself: "Really?"

Sharp voice: "Not like."

Old voice: "He's so weird."

At this time, when no one was paying attention, a hand stretched out from the wall next to Yu Yao, with a bracelet of broken animal teeth on his wrist.

Yu Yao turned her face away and whispered, "Don't worry about me, go and help Miss Yue and the others."

The hand stopped and did not move.

Qingsong was still talking to himself, while Quan Wuyong stared at Qingsong firmly.

Yu Yao stretched out both hands, and held the one that was stretched out.The fingers rubbed against Ling Xing's palm a few times, and the thumb drew a few circles on the back of Ling Xing's hand.

Ling Xing's hands were cold.

Yu Yao whispered, "Please."

He let go of his hand, and Ling Xing's hand left quickly.