Yun Qing followed the ghost insect-eating into Nanfeng's meditation room and found the Fire Spirit Pavilion as he wished. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

What excites her the most is not that she can enter the hidden room, but that she will soon know who the strange man who has been hiding behind them and directing them is sacred.

The walls of the Fire Spirit Pavilion were empty, but in the middle of the room was very different, and a huge behemoth resembling a crystal jar was placed.

The tank is filled with a milky liquid, and the surface of the liquid emits a pale pink fluorescence. A flaming red mass floated around in the liquid, "gurgling", stirring up a few strings of bubbles from time to time.

"Is there really a goldfish in this transparent water tank? What does the master do to raise a goldfish for no reason? Raise it, and hide it in the secret room mysteriously?"

When he saw the water tank for the first time, Yun Qing really thought that the thing floating in the tank was a fish. But just when she was stunned, the ghost insects in her sleeve cage had become extremely agitated, scratching and gnawing frantically in her sleeve, desperately trying to rush out.

"I see! You look like a goldfish, but you have nothing to do with fish. You are the ghost eater you have always wanted to eat, the lowliest soulless ghost in the world!" The ghost eater's fierce reaction undoubtedly informed her of the answer, causing her to laugh mockingly: "Hahaha, the strange man is really a soulless ghost, no wonder the master shows his cowardice every day, it turns out that he is dealing with this kind of thing, this is so contemptible!"

The Fire Spirit Pavilion, which was originally quiet, suddenly fell into such a thunder as her, and the quiet atmosphere was blown away in the blink of an eye. Her laughter crashed back and forth between the four walls, sounding ugly and terrifying.

The fire in the water tank was swimming around happily, and seemed to be enjoying it, but it was disturbed by the sudden noise, and immediately jumped up and down, as if it had been terribly frightened.

And the crazy struggle of the ghost insect also made it sense the existence of the ghost worm, so the panic escalated into fear, prompting it to desperately tumble up and down, seeing that it could not find a shelter to dodge, and slammed into the wall of the tank, trying to find a way out.

A large water tank was turbid by this small group of ghosts, and the sound of rushing water continued.

Yun Qing patted his sleeve, first appeased the ghost insect, and then stared at the fluttering soulless ghost, wondering what he should do at this time.

After thinking for a moment, she lifted her foot and cautiously walked over it, trying to get closer to it so that she could see it more clearly.

The soulless ghost was exhausted, but to no avail, so he changed his coping strategy.

When Yun Qing approached, he felt the danger approaching, and he also calmed down, slowly retreating, until he was suspended in the middle of the water tank, and he was motionless and cheated to death.

After Yun Qing moved to the side of the water tank, he took a deep breath to build up his courage, and then raised his hand, and actually wanted to absorb the soulless ghost into the palm of his hand in the same way that he collected secret words Shura and caught ghosts and insects.

The soulless ghost is pretending to be dead just to hibern, not afraid, in fact, it is also planning how to minimize the distance from the threat, and then fight back as fiercely as possible.

Yun Qing couldn't guess the plan of the soulless ghost, and thought that this small flame was a small meaning for her, so she relaxed her vigilance and raised her hand to pull it down.

But she was very wrong this time, and before she could cast the spell, the liquid in the water tank was urged by the force from somewhere, and condensed into several round, pearl-like smooth and crystalline beads, with a pale pink fluorescence, ejected like a slingshot, and shot straight into her palm.

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Yun Qing made a move, letting out a scream that resounded through the secret room, and his palm was like being cut by a knife, and his heart was about to crack in pain. A few drops of fine sweat rarely oozed from her cold forehead.

Finally standing firmly, she looked at her hands in horror again, and saw that the palm of her palm had been burned by those water droplets and several black holes, and the wound was still smoking. (To be continued.) )