After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

Qi Ling paused for a while, and seeing that Ji Ze still ignored him, he added in a low voice: "The dead souls here are afraid of you..."

"..." Ji Ze remained silent.

The meaning of these words could not be more obvious. The reason why the Xuanji Fan cannot be opened is because of the suppression of the spiritual power of the glazed bow on it. If the Xuanji Fan is opened again, the dead souls inside will emerge.

But those souls are afraid of him.

Qi Ling asked him to help suppress those dead souls, and he wanted to open the Mysterious Fan.

"Impossible." Ji Ze said: "Why should I help you? Don't you know that I want you dead the most? Haha, when you open the mysterious fan, I will let all the dead souls inside pour out, and let you also taste the backlash taste."

Qi Ling's expression was indifferent, and he called out the glazed bow from the other side.

Ji Ze's voice was a little flustered: "What are you going to do? I said I won't help you!"

Qi Ling's subordinates kept moving, taking out part of the spiritual power of the glazed bow.

"Qi Ling!" Black air appeared in front of Qi Ling and shouted, "Stop!"

Qi Ling ignored him and put his spiritual power on the Xuanji Fan.

In an instant, the spiritual power of the two counteracted each other, and the spiritual power of Xuanji Fan increased several times, emitting red light to illuminate the whole room.

Qi Ling opened the mysterious fan, and the cracks on the top split instantly, and the souls of the dead surged out and filled the room, howling like hungry wolves.

Wu Nong turned his head and saw the blood in Qi Ling's eyes.

Qi Ling raised his eyes slowly, looked at the black air beside him, and said earnestly: "You will help me."

After finishing speaking, he gripped the Xuanji Fan tightly, and slapped a sharp wind blade towards Cui Yanglan, smashing the marble fragments along the way into fine powder.

Cui Yanglan: "You can use the glazed bow and the mysterious fan... There is actually someone else who can use it besides that person..."

Qi Ling ignored him, and before she finished speaking, he waved the Xuanji fan and continued to create wind blades, the red water chestnuts scattered down and scattered all over the room.

Wu Nong's eyes fell on the dead souls around Qi Ling, and he shouted, "Qi Ling, close the Xuanji Fan!"

"..." The voices of the wind and dead souls filled his ears, Qi Ling couldn't hear Wu Nong talking to him at all, his eyes were dark red, and his killing intent was directed at Cui Yanglan.

He knows how to use the Xuanji fan, and the painting of mountains, rivers and Kyushu on the fan seems to have a lot to tell him.

No matter how resentful Cui Yanglan was, it was not as resentful as those dead souls in Xuanji Fan who had existed for hundreds or even thousands of years. In front of them, Cui Yanglan fell short in a short time.

Qi Ling knelt on the ground, the memories of the past seemed to squeeze his head, he had a splitting headache, but he couldn't remember anything.

Wu Nong pulled him back with a chain, "Qi Ling!"

"Qi Ling!!"

Qi Ling clutched the Xuanji Fan tightly, opened his eyes suddenly, met his blood pupils, Wu Nong was stunned for a moment, and was pushed away by Qi Ling before regaining his senses.

"Ah..." Qi Ling fell to the ground, surrounded by those dead souls.

As long as the owner of Xuanji Fan dies, they can live freely again.

Wu Nong's expression became fierce, and he reached out to snatch the fan from Qi Ling's hand, but was held tightly.Qi Ling flung him away with one hand, but he couldn't control his strength, and directly threw Wu Nong far back. Wu Nong clutched his heart and groaned, vomiting blood.

"Ji...Ji Ze..." Qi Ling pressed his head and spoke with difficulty, "Ji Ze..."

Wu Nong didn't hear who Qi Ling was calling, but saw another cloud of black air appearing behind Qi Ling, and the other dead souls kept a distance from it, as if they were afraid of it.

"Isn't your death just what I want?" Ji Ze smiled and said, "Hehe, Qi Ling...you look up at these dead souls, they are all waiting for you to die..."

Qi Ling bit his lower lip, "You... lie..."

Ji Ze: "What?"

"You don't want me to die." A faint smile flashed across Qi Ling's eyes, and was soon overwhelmed by pain, "You could have killed me a long time ago..."

The other end was silent for a while, and there was no further movement.

After Cui Yanglan's dead soul was dispersed, the remaining strength was not enough to support the illusion, Qi Ling spat out a big mouthful of blood staining his clothes, and passed out holding the mysterious fan.

Wu Nong saw that the cloud of black air behind Qi Ling suddenly dispersed, and then increased in size, enveloping every escaped soul.

"what are you doing?!"

"Ji Ze! You have no right to force us back!!"

"I want to go out! Let me go out, don't! Don't go back..."

After the souls of the dead were forced back to the Xuanji Fan, a ball of black air wrapped around the Xuanji Fan, preventing it from being opened temporarily.

Wu Nong stumbled a few steps, helped Qi Ling up, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Cough...cough cough..." Wu Nong stared at the fan, turned into Fan Ji, and waved a wave of spiritual power to the side, causing the dilapidated house to collapse in an instant.

Wu Nong took off the Xuanji Fan and protected Qi Ling tightly.

The moment the beam hit them, the illusion disappeared and they returned to reality.

Wu Nong pressed Qi Ling's frown tightly, and hid the smell of blood in his throat.

"You..." Chu Zhijian was the first to smell the smell of blood in the air, and rushed here from the hut.

They were separated by the illusion just now, but all they saw were the previous memories of Cui Yanglan and Shen Wan, halfway through the exchange was suddenly shattered, and they returned to the hut, but they did not see Qi Ling and Wu Nong.

Chu Zhijian knelt down to feel Qi Ling's pulse, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Wu Nong coughed lightly and looked at Chu Zhijian.

"...Let's go back to Qianhe Mountain." Chu Zhijian sent some spiritual power to Qi Ling, and said, "Go back and find the master, the spiritual power in his body is very strange, I have never seen it before."

Wu Nong coughed again.Spitting out all the blood in his throat, Chu Zhijian reached out to feel his pulse, but was thrown away.

Chu Zhijian paused, and Wu Nong picked up Qi Ling and left, leaving only one sentence: "Cui Yanglan is dead, and you can take care of the rest."

Chu Zhijian stood where he was, and when he felt that there was no one around, he clenched his hands in a daze.

Ninth Junior Brother's spiritual power was disordered, as if he had been hit hard.Not only that, but the spiritual power gives people the feeling that all parties are fused together.

From yin to yang, both.

"Second Senior Brother..."

Chu Zhijian raised his head following the sound.

"Brother, are you injured?" Chu Yu'er jumped off the sword and leaned on Chu Zhijian's body. Seeing the blood on the ground, she checked it in a panic. Except for the blood on the cuff, it seemed was not injured.

Chu Yu'er breathed a sigh of relief, "Senior brother, what about Xiao Jiu and the others?"

Chu Zhijian: "Didn't I tell you to recuperate your wounds in the Yang Mansion?"

"I was worried that you came here, ah, because the Xuntang River suddenly overflowed with tea leaves again, but this time the tea leaves are different." Chu Yu'er looked at the blood on the ground again: "Brother, this blood... ..."

Chu Zhijian: "It belongs to Junior Brother Qi and Brother Wu."

"What?" Chu Yu'er worried, "Then they..."

"Junior Brother Qi is in a coma, I asked Brother Wu to take him back to Qianhe Mountain to find the head." Chu Zhijian turned to the hut and said, "Only Shen Wan is left."

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from the cabin.

Chu Zhijian was startled, and quickly returned to the house, only to see Shen Wan's still-cool body and the Moli sword stuck in his chest.

Chu Yu'er subconsciously took a step back.

"..." Shen Changzhou's expression changed, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at his hands.

Yang Pingzhu also looked at Shen Changzhou in disbelief, and turned his head only when he saw his gaze shifted over.

Shen Changzhou killed Shen Wan, his own father.

Although the two had severed their father-son relationship long ago, Yang Pingzhu understood that although Shen Changzhou always looked indifferent on weekdays, in fact he still had Shen Wan as his father in his heart.

Anyway, before Shen Wan's rebellion, he had always been very kind to Shen Changzhou, and even gave him the Moli Sword passed down from the family.

It was not his original intention to kill Shen Wan. Yang Pingzhu just saw that it was Cui Yanglan's remnant ghost who was going to do something to him. Shen Changzhou pointed his sword at Cui Yanglan to protect him, but he did not expect that Shen Wan would suddenly stand in front of him.

Before dying, Shen Wan opened his mouth not knowing what to say.

But after he finished speaking, Cui Yanglan's soul dispersed.

This is the final completion of obsession, the souls of the dead are scattered, and they do not enter reincarnation.

Shen Changzhou stood on the spot for a long time, then shook his head hesitantly, pulled out the sword on Shen Wan's chest, turned around and rushed out.

Yang Pingzhu was sure that the moment Shen Changzhou turned around, he saw the faint mist in this person's eyes.

Wu Nong didn't take Qi Ling back to Qianhe Mountain. When Chu Zhijian took Qi Ling's pulse, he realized that Qi Ling's precognitive blood was different from ordinary people. If he probed further, it would be easy to reveal his identity.

Qi Ling hit him with great force, and the remaining spiritual power was not enough to support him to bring Qi Ling back to the demon clan.Wu Nong thought of the demons he met in Chunzailou that day, and presumably he had already discovered Qi Ling.

Qi Ling opened his heavy eyelids, he couldn't make a sound due to the pain in his body, he couldn't see Wu Nong's appearance clearly in the night, so he could only hook his clothes weakly with his hands and fell asleep again.

The moment before his consciousness became blurred, he seemed to hear the coughing of that person.

When he woke up again, he was in an unfamiliar room.

My body was still in pain and I didn't have the strength to get up.

"woke up."

One head poked out from the side of the bed, stretched out his hand to touch Qi Ling's head, and said, "You still don't look good..."

Qi Ling shook his eyes a few times, and when his eyes became clear, he moved his head uncertainly: "Yuan...Xiao Yuan?"

The other party nodded and suddenly coughed again.

Qi Ling wanted to sit up, but he lost his strength and fell on the bed, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.

"Don't move around!" He said, as if he had something to hide, he turned and hurried out.

"Wu Nong." Qi Ling stopped him, "I...cough...I want to drink water, can I?"

Wu Nong paused, turned around, poured water for him expressionlessly, and helped him sit up.

The water Qi Ling drank smelled of blood, he didn't care, and said, "You didn't even ask me, how did you tell?"

"Don't talk." Wu Nong's face turned pale, obviously he was injured, but he didn't seem to want Qi Ling to find out, so he got up and walked out of the house, "I know, you can always guess things right."

Because you have the bloodline of prediction, as long as you want to know about everything, you can't escape it.

After the door closed, Qi Ling groaned while holding his aching head, and looked at a drawer in the distance.

He lowered his eyes slightly, and said in his heart: It's not a guess.