An overnight hangover.

The next day.

The three brothers were woken up by the woman who had been watching them all night.

The woman clearly has a preference.

She had the greatest strength when she shook the dove, which made the dove feel dizzy and shook the mountain at the same time.

She treated Qi Qi for a while, but she was extremely gentle, like a goddess gently shaking a fan and breathing slowly.

As for the treatment of the smoke and rain, she only dared to call in a whisper, and she didn't dare to gasp.

Extremely impatiently, Hatoasa opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the sky, which had just become cloudy and dark, and most of the outside world was pitch black.

It can be said that it is not yet dawn at all.

"Hurry up so early, sleep a little longer!"

Hatoasa was about to continue sleeping, when the call of the second brother sounded in his ears.

"Xiao Qian, let's go, the ancestor is waiting for us on the reverse streamer, go as soon as possible, I may not have a chance to see him again in the future." ”

Qi Yi's words, Gu Qian didn't want to deal with it, and the Yin and Yang Ancestor had nothing to do with him.

But the smoke and rain also helped: "Get up and sleep tomorrow." ”

Gu Qian had no choice but to get up immediately.

The four of them put down a large handful of spirit stones in the darkening sky and walked out of the inn.

The dove patted his face to dispel his sleepiness, rose from the ground, and slowly flew towards the reverse current.

Hatoasa wanted to fall directly on the reverse streamer, but the smoke and rain stopped him.

When the smoke and rain were exhausted, he stretched out his hand, and his consciousness spread, and his ears were clear, and he looked at it.

On the north wall against the edge of the stream, an old man was sitting with a young man.

From time to time, they shrugged their shoulders, as if they were having a good conversation.

If you listen closely, you can even hear the old man's hearty and open-minded words.

The people who come first are often the ones who know how to respect people.

No wonder there are so many people here, but it's still silent.

Okay, don't disturb your peace.

Hatoasa was the first to fall to the ground and sat down in a clean place.

It shouldn't have been this way, and it wasn't particular at all.

However, to Hatosa's surprise, the place was already full of people in the early morning.

At a glance, the streets are full of human heads.

It is extremely difficult to get a foothold.

The four of them sat casually, waiting for what was about to happen.

As the sky grew brighter and more people came around, the otherwise quiet streets became more and more noisy.

Hatoasa didn't believe that these people didn't know that they were attending a funeral.

Still, he heard the shrill laughter of the monks and the monks.

Do all these people laugh at any time?

Or is there no anachronistic concept at all?

Hatoasa was contemptuous in his heart, a little dissatisfied, and he intuitively felt that he would also meet this kind of nasty person who came to the door and disgusted people in the future.

Then, it seemed that Ying and Hatsu were dissatisfied, and between the faintly lit heaven and earth, the darkness suddenly became darker.

In an instant, the sword light of unknown origin flew.

He saw a flash of red light in his eyes, and more than a dozen heads flew into the sky with a bang.

A pale man emerged from the darkness covered in bandages, suspended in mid-air, his hands sucking the heads dry into skeletons.

As the skeleton landed, a blood-red light mixed with blood gas was inhaled into the man's nose.

There was instant silence.

The smiles on the faces of some of the people who were originally laughing instantly froze, and looking at the headless corpses that were slowly falling beside them, their faces turned pale, and they froze in place, not daring to move, and even forgot to breathe for a while.

All who died were the ones who laughed the most just now.

Hachishin turned his head and smiled lightly at the three of them, spreading his hands.

Under death, no one dares to break the ban.

The dove shallow called for clarity in his heart, and the eyes of the nine-headed bird gave the pupils to look at the man in the sky.

A person in the True Nine Realms, judging by his means, is a corpse cultivation in the Yin and Yang Dao lineage.

As if feeling Hatosa's scrutiny, the man glanced at Hatosha and nodded.

Does he know me?

Hachiasa's heart moved, and he guessed his identity.

The people of the True Nine Realms in the Yin and Yang Dao, there is only one person who has been in contact with Gu Qian, except for the Yin Nine Spoons.

That was the night he prayed to the living for the pouring of Rank.

"It's Rank. ”

Gu Qian lowered his voice and introduced to the three people around him, and his expression changed suddenly when he heard the name one by one.

"What's wrong?" asked Hatoasa.

Qi Yi's face sank, and he kept silent, obviously having no intention of telling the inside story.

"You say, if you don't say it, you'll die. The dove glared at the woman in the bustling place, and the murderous aura suddenly dissipated.

The woman in the prosperous place was suddenly frightened and cold, and was about to tell her, but Qi Yi stopped her.

"Xiaoqian, don't embarrass the people of Qi Qi. ”

Gu Qian rolled his eyes and said, "Then second brother, don't waste my time, I have a hundred ways to find the answer to this kind of thing." The interest is up, don't stop it. ”

Qi Yi frowned, and Gu Qian was right.

There are many people who know about this, so much so that Qi Yimen doesn't want to talk to anyone anymore.

However, Hatoasa just didn't know.

Yan Wanyu saw Qi Yi's embarrassment, and said casually: "Last time when the beast was in the sea, Qi Yimen came to seek medical treatment, but he was rejected by Rank. ”

There must be casualties in the Qi Sect, and it is normal to seek medical treatment, and some serious injuries are not irreversible.

"Is that all?" asked Hatoasa.

After the smoke and rain were gone, he wanted to go into more detail, but Qi Yi directly took over the conversation frankly and said, "The process is very unpleasant. The master knelt down and begged, but he was still unmoved, and humiliated us. In the end, it was Master Cao, who sang for a long time, to solve the siege for me and saved the life of one of my uncles. Xiaoqian, thank you very much. ”

After Qi Yi finished speaking, he respectfully bowed to Gu Qian and expressed his heartfelt thanks.

Gu Qian frowned: "Okay, okay." ”

"Uncle Cool hasn't even told me about it, it's a big fart, thank you for it, it's endless. ”

After speaking, Jiuqian thought of something, and said to Qi Yi: "Second brother, it is a kindness for someone who has nothing to do with it to save your life, not a duty." I was unhappy and fell behind. ”

Qi Yi was about to defend himself, but he waved his hand shallowly, not wanting to talk about this anymore.

After a small episode, it was dawn.

The master and apprentice, who were originally talking happily, looked back at the crowds of people on the street one after another.

Slowly stood up.

Gu Qian followed the solemn eyes of everyone, and saw the dry face of the Yin and Yang Ancestor like a tree, and felt a slight coolness in his heart.

The current appearance of the Yin Yang Ancestor is like a skeleton draped in a shriveled human skin, without a trace of blood on his face, and there is not even a trace of flesh.

Escape alive and dying.

At this moment, the Yin Yang Ancestor waved his hand at the Yin Nine Spoons and slapped him off the city wall with one palm.

Then he coughed heavily twice and said loudly to the crowd, "I am dying, and I have something to say to you." ”

It all took place on an insignificant morning, and it was ordinary, and there was nothing in the air to remember.

When the first glimmer of dawn appeared on the horizon, a departing god was about to speak to a group of children of childish age.

He's probably going to say what's in his heart.

As a spectator who is no longer in the game, he saw tears in the eyes of those guys who were not human and ghosts, and there was some indescribable grief in the tears.

Gu Qian thought that the death of the Yin Yang Ancestor was at most a not so happy thing, but he didn't expect that the people who cared about it couldn't easily let go.

At this time, Gu Qian suddenly thought of the rotten smell of rotten wood coming from Uncle Se's body, and sadness hit his heart.