A gentleman riding a red dust smile

Song Lingshuang was staring at a light array on the ground at this moment.

In the middle of the night before, the walking corpse arrived as promised, and the next moment he was in this cave.As soon as he collected the world of mortals, before he came back to his senses, the walking corpse obediently left and disappeared into the depths of the cave.

Song Lingshuang was really powerless in terms of array technique. He looked at it for a long time and didn't see any tricks except that it was a small enchantment.He tentatively touched it with his hands, but there was no response. In the end, he jumped into the light circle. Seeing that there was still no response, he had to give up and start to scan around.

He was walking in the huge cave, the talisman on his wrist was emitting a faint red light under the white hair band, but he couldn't feel the call from the other end.From the moment he arrived at the cave, he tried to resonate with Changsun Jue, and soon he knew that this place was beyond the sensing range.

Unexpectedly, the walking corpse stronghold is really not near Bailingxu, so someone should be angry again right now.

Song Lingshuang sighed.If he comes, he will be at ease, and he has a good attitude.

He went out for a walk first.Not far from the entrance of the cave is a cliff, and there is a gloomy and evil atmosphere under the cliff.Song Lingshuang got goosebumps all over his body when he glanced at it, and hurried back.The road down the mountain seems to have been untrodden for many years and is overgrown with weeds.

After exploring the exit, Song Lingshuang returned to the cave.The strange thing is that the road up and down the mountain seems to have been untrodden for many years, but the cave is clean and tidy, as if someone has taken care of it.In addition to the enchantment he checked just now, there is also a strange rune pattern on one side of the cave wall.The runes are engraved on the stone wall, which is outrageously complicated.

Song Lingshuang looked at it very carefully, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind.

This should be a door!

Could this be the entrance to a certain spiritual realm?But who wants to set the entrance of their own spiritual realm in such a remote place?Besides, the master said that the entrance to the spiritual realm is usually some kind of magic weapon that can be carried with you, so that you can open the spiritual realm at any time. It is inconvenient to have a fixed one.

He probed with spiritual power.Sure enough, the door cannot be opened without a given spell.

Since it couldn't be opened, Song Lingshuang simply gave up.He looked at the place where the walking corpse disappeared just now, and walked forward.

This tunnel is deeper than Song Lingshuang imagined.He thought, could it be another amethyst cave?

The road became narrower and narrower, and at a point where Song Lingshuang's head suddenly opened up, he stopped.

From where he stood, the stone path spiraled down, leading to more than ten floors underground. Each floor had dozens of stone houses surrounded by iron bars. Go deeper.

What Song Lingshuang saw at this moment was like an underground city!

However, what shocked him was far more than the huge dungeon.In the stone house surrounded by iron fences, and on the flat ground at the bottom, there are countless walking corpses like terracotta warriors!

Refining walking corpses is not easy, he thought that no matter who is behind the scenes, he can only make three or five, but there are hundreds of walking corpses in front of him!

Song Lingshuang is usually quite calm when things happen, but now he is really panicking.He could hear his beating heartbeat, and his palms were covered with sweat.

However, he didn't allow himself to hesitate for long, and quickly settled his mind.One or two walking corpses are weapons.There are so many walking corpses, it is the army!The pictures of the people behind the scenes are unimaginable.It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, the situation here must be informed to the master and all the immortal sects as soon as possible.

Song Lingshuang immediately turned around and retreated, returning along the same path.

When he was about to go out of the corridor and return to the cave where he first came, a figure appeared in front of him.

The next moment Hongchen touched the blade of the sword, Song Lingshuang took a step back to see who was coming.

"Mr. Song?" Hua Yunzheng's long sword was horizontally in front of him, his eyes alert.

Song Lingshuang smiled awkwardly, "It's a pleasure to meet you! Hehe, I went the wrong way, so I'll go back."

Hua Yunzheng is already clear.He turned his wrist and raised his sword and stabbed forward, sneering, "I'm afraid it won't work!"

The world of mortals in the tunnel was restricted, Song Lingshuang couldn't use it, but Hua Yunzheng was overwhelmed by his realm, and it didn't take long for Hua Yunzheng to retreat steadily.

Hua Yunzheng also had a clever mind, knowing that if Song Lingshuang was not trapped in this narrow hole, he might not be able to beat him, so he took a few steps back suddenly, and took out a jade whistle from his bosom.

Song Lingshuang had a bad intuition, and the whistle sounded before the future could stop it.He heard the sound of the iron gate opening, and soon there were footsteps coming from behind.

While throwing Hong Chen towards Hua Yunzheng, he leaned forward, and the sharp claws of the walking corpse barely passed over his back.He turned around to deal with the several walking corpses rushing towards him, and through the gap, he saw walking corpses rushing towards this side one after another.

Song Lingshuang was attacked from the front and back, and after a few back and forth, he was already at a disadvantage.He knew Hua Yunzheng's calculations, and instead of continuing to wait for his spiritual power to be exhausted, it would be better to burn the boat.

He drew a defensive talisman in the direction of the walking corpse in the depths of the cave, and thought, "How long you can block it..." Then he turned around and focused on dealing with Hua Yunzheng.

Apart from that defensive talisman, there is no defense behind him.

Hua Yunzheng in front of him was not to be outdone, and the attacks from the walking corpses came surging behind him.

Song Lingshuang expected that the defensive talisman wouldn't last long, but he didn't expect it to burst before it could hold on for even a moment.

The sharp nails of the walking corpse scratched at his back, and he only felt pain in his back.At the same time, a strange aura that he had never experienced before penetrated into his lungs, making his spiritual energy run somewhat sluggish.However, at this moment, he had no time to take care of it, so he just gritted his teeth and poured a lot of spiritual power into the world of mortals, pulling towards Hua Yunzheng with all his strength.

Song Lingshuang's whip was already fierce, and with the help of the impact of the walking corpse wave, Hua Yunzheng was forced out of the narrow passage by his blow.And Song Lingshuang was also pushed out because of the attack of the walking corpse.

Back in the open cave, Song Lingshuang was finally free of restraints. Before Hua Yunzheng could stand up, he rolled up Hua Yunzheng with the red dust and threw it at the walking corpses pouring out of the cave.

Hua Yunzheng was thrown into the pile of walking corpses. Although he turned over to stabilize his figure, he was still hindered by the walking corpses.

Song Lingshuang took the opportunity to rush out of the cave and escape along the mountain road.

The mountain road that no one has walked for many years is particularly rugged. Song Lingshuang only cares about moving forward, completely ignoring the wounds left on his body and cheeks by the thorns along the way.

He knew that Hua Yunzheng would definitely follow behind, so he didn't dare to take it lightly.He has very little spiritual power left, and fencing the sword is not a good strategy.Hua Yunzheng's realm is not as good as his own, so he must not dare to take the risk of expending his spiritual power to chase himself with his sword at this moment.As long as he gritted his teeth and ran forward, he would have a chance.

It was already noon when Song Lingshuang stood at the gate of a town in a state of embarrassment.He didn't dare to relax, and he was temporarily relieved until he entered the city.He expected that Hua Yunzheng would not be so arrogant that he would show up in front of people with an army of walking corpses, so the more lively the place, the safer it would be.

Song Lingshuang was very tired at this time, and his internal and external injuries made him extremely uncomfortable, but he still couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the smell of steamed buns by the roadside.As soon as he left the customs at that time, he went to Bailingxu with Changsun Jue, so he didn't bring any money.After touching it for a long time, I found a copper plate.He bought a steamed stuffed bun with this copper plate, and dragged his heavy body to find a ruined temple in a remote place.

I don't know which Bodhisattva is offered in the temple, but now it is covered with dust and cobwebs.Song Lingshuang found a corner and sat down against the wall, opened the greased paper, and took a bite of the warm meat bun.He was still being chased and killed, and his body pain was not diminished, but this mouthful still made him feel indescribably satisfied.

Song Lingshuang was about to take a bite, but suddenly felt a strange gaze.

The look came from a ragged boy.He stared intently at Song Lingshuang, more precisely at the meat bun in Song Lingshuang's hand.He pursed his lips, as if the saliva would fall out if he opened his mouth.

Song Lingshuang looked at his clothes and appearance, guessing that he should be a little beggar.Seeing how pitiful the child was, he sighed helplessly, split the meat bun in his hand, and handed half of it to the little beggar.

The little beggar took it unceremoniously, and the two ate it.While smashing his mouth, he looked at the other half of Song Lingshuang's hand, his eyes were exactly the same as before.

Seeing his gluttonous appearance, Song Lingshuang couldn't help laughing, broke off half of the remaining steamed stuffed bun and handed it over, stuffed the rest into his mouth quickly, and muttered while eating: "I don't want to eat any more, the leftovers You have to keep an eye on the next one!"

The little beggar ate the buns given by Song Lingshuang, and didn't speak, just hid aside and looked at him obediently.

Song Lingshuang: "Brother, I'll rest for a while, don't bother me."

The little beggar didn't answer, so Song Lingshuang assumed that he agreed, and began to focus on adjusting his breath.

He didn't pay much attention during the fight, but from just now, he felt a very tricky aura flowing in his body.He tried to calm down or force out the breath that did not belong to him by adjusting his breath, but the more he used his spiritual power, the more disordered the breath in his body became, which made him feel even more uncomfortable, and finally couldn't help vomiting. With a mouthful of blood, he passed out.

When Song Lingshuang woke up, he found that his head and body were covered with straw.He pushed aside the straw and sat up, and saw a fire in the temple, and the little beggar was squatting in front of the fire with a distance from himself.

Seeing him wake up, the little beggar silently pushed the tiles filled with water towards him, squatted and moved back a few steps.

Song Lingshuang laughed, "You helped me cover the 'quilt'?"

The little beggar nodded.

Song Lingshuang reached for the tile, drank it down, and smiled at him, "Thank you! What's your name?"

The little beggar just looked at him without speaking.

Song Lingshuang could still feel his unsettled Qi and blood, and the injury on his back was also stinging, but after sleeping, his mind was much clearer than before.He looked at the door with his head, it was already dark and it was still raining.This sleep actually slept for most of the day.

"Where did you find the water?" he asked the little beggar.

Unlike Changsun Jue, he didn't carry any pills on his body, and his back was injured by a walking corpse. If the wound was not cleaned, he was afraid of ulcers, so he asked the little beggar for water.

The little beggar picked up the tiles just now, walked to the door, caught some rainwater, brought them in and handed them to Song Lingshuang.

Song Lingshuang was stunned and then smiled.He stood up, untied the gourd hanging from his waist, took off his shirt, tore off a piece of cloth from the hem, and handed it to the little beggar, "Help me get it." Then he walked out of the ruined temple and stood in the rain , let the rain wash against his wounds.

The blood flowed down Song Lingshuang's back along the rain, and the ensuing sting made Song Lingshuang grit his teeth.Inexplicably, he remembered the last time when his back was burned by the spirit fire of a monster.Changsun Jue took good care of him so that he didn't leave any scars, and this achievement will be ruined in the end.

The man should be angry again.

Thinking about it, Song Lingshuang, who was standing in the heavy rain, laughed out loud.Strange to say, why does he want to laugh when he thinks of someone's angry face?

After letting the rain wash away, he returned to the temple dripping wet.

He picked up the gourd on the ground, opened the lid, and instantly the aroma of wine overflowed.

It's also a coincidence that he doesn't usually carry alcohol with him, but last night he was very bored waiting for the walking corpses, so he drank and waited while holding the wine gourd he bought in the town before.Later, when he fought against the walking corpse, he conveniently put the wine gourd on his belt, unexpectedly it would be of some use at this time.

He took a sip, then closed his eyes, poured the wine down his shoulder and behind his back.A burst of heat made him hiss.

During the whole process, the little beggar stood not far away holding the piece of cloth that Song Lingshuang handed him before, without moving.

Song Lingshuang drenched her back with wine, walked over and touched the little beggar's head with a smile, then squatted down with her back to him, "Do me a favor again, can you wipe off the water on my back?"

A child, most likely never cared for anyone, Song Lingshuang was ready to grit his teeth and accept his gentle wiping.Song Lingshuang waited for a while, but what he didn't want to wait for was a surprisingly gentle pressure from behind.

The little beggar wiped his back meticulously and carefully, and it took him a while to wipe his back completely. Finally, he did not forget to return the blood-stained cloth to Song Lingshuang.

Song Lingshuang patted his head again, and smiled softly, "Thank you."

The little beggar found a corner and sat down, and piled up the straw on his body.

It's raining outside, so it's not suitable for driving.

Song Lingshuang's decision to enter the city at the beginning was based on the expectation that Hua Yunzheng would not dare to bring the walking corpse in with great fanfare, so he was not in a hurry to leave at the moment.He put on his clothes, went back to the corner and sat down to collect his thoughts.Or it was because Song Lingshuang fell into a coma after enduring the painful rain just now and returning to the warm room with the fire.Before long, he fell asleep.

He woke up covered in straw again, feeling amused.He sat up, feeling the pain in his back, it seemed that he was far from being fully recovered.

The little beggar had already got up, and was still squatting where he was yesterday, staring at this side.

Song Lingshuang was just about to say something, but was amused by the "cuckoo" sound coming from the little beggar's stomach.He thought about the back of his clothes being torn torn by the walking corpses and he couldn't wear them anymore, so he said to the little beggar, "If you can get brother some clothes, brother will get you something to eat!"

The little beggar blinked, got up and went out. Not long after, he came back with a black suit in his arms.

Song Lingshuang took the clothes without asking where they came from.For such a young child to be able to live alone in this temple, he must have some sneaky skills.What's more, he has such good eyesight, even the stolen clothes are the same color as his original one, so he should be a smart kid.

Song Lingshuang changed into the coarse cloth clothes.Unlike Changsun Jue, he never paid attention to his clothes.The cloud brocade of the fairy gate is worn, as is the coarse cloth shirt of the common people.

After changing his shirt, he wiped his face again. Although he was haggard and pale, he looked clean and human.

The little beggar stood motionless and just stared at him.

Song Lingshuang knew what he was waiting for, touched his head, and said with a smile, "You wait, brother will get you something to eat."