In the dream, Xia Yiqian returned to the room where she slept again, but this time she was not in the coffin. Instead, she was standing outside the coffin, casting a spell on the coffin with sweat on her forehead.

The outside of the house was illuminated by the huge fire, and screams were heard one after another, like a hell on earth.

But she did not look back. She was sweating profusely and tried her best to speed up the casting of the spell and complete it as soon as possible.

She recognized it as a sealing spell, but it was more like a powerful barrier than a sealing spell.

As long as she wakes up, she can easily get out with her strength, but if someone outside wants to destroy the coffin, it is difficult to do so unless they have the strength of a wandering immortal.

Xia Yiqian realized that she should not be using her own perspective now, but the old Taoist priest's perspective.

So, she is now looking at what happened through the eyes of an old Taoist priest?

Xia Yiqian was a little anxious. She wanted to know who was responsible for the massacre of all the people in Jiang Qingyun Temple.

These Taoist priests who grew up in the Taoist temple live with her day and night. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are her family. They study spells in the house every day and stay at home. They rarely go out to cause trouble. Who on earth is so cruel?

But the old Taoist priest didn't turn around, so Xia Yiqian couldn't see the scene outside.

The shrill screams outside continued. You didn't need to look, just by listening to the sound you knew that this was a one-sided crushing massacre.

The screams were getting closer and closer, and Xia Yiqian felt a little anxious. If the old Taoist refused to give up casting the spell, wouldn't the enemy be killed instantly when they came in?

Just when she was feeling extremely anxious, the door was pushed open from the outside with a "creak!"

"You're quite thoughtful. Even at this point, you didn't forget to leave her some self-defense protection. You guys at Qingyunguan Temple are disgusting!"

The voice was extremely hoarse, as if he hadn't had any water for several days and his throat was so dry that he couldn't speak at all.

But even though his tone was full of sarcasm, he did not interrupt the caster from casting the spell, as if he tacitly agreed that he was providing a protective barrier for the coffin.

Xia Yiqian frowned. The voice was so hoarse that she couldn't tell whether she knew the person or not.

But he inexplicably gave her a sense of familiarity.

Seeing the seal on his hand completed, Xia Yiqian felt happy.

Just as she expected, the old Taoist priest immediately drew his sword and turned around, ready to fight to the death with the owner of the voice.

However, nothing happened in time.

As the old Taoist priest drew his sword and turned around, a thin line appeared on his neck and a trickle of bright red blood spurted out from under his jaw.

Xia Yiqian saw her arms visibly shrunken. Until they dried up, she could only see a corner of the green robe embroidered with gorgeous embroidery through the old Taoist's perspective, and her vision began to completely fall into darkness.

I faintly heard someone say, "If I had known you would treat her like this, I should have killed you all earlier!"

The voice was extremely gloomy and carried with it uncontrollable anger.

Because the old Taoist priest had died, Xia Yiqian didn’t see anything that happened afterwards.

Xia Yiqian, lying in the tent, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the unfamiliar scene around her. She was still a little dazed.

It took a while before I realized that this was inside a tent, and it had been many years since it fell asleep. It was not the original Qingyun Temple.

She turned over, in a twisted position, with her body below the waist lying on her side and above the waist lying flat, looking at the top of the tent with her dark, clear eyes.

So the old Taoist priest called her over just to give her a death experience?

She didn't see anything from beginning to end, except for the corner of a prisoner's clothes. What's the point of letting her see it or not?

After going through so much trouble to look around, the only result was that I felt the murderer looked familiar, nothing else.

Xia Yiqian shook her head, picked up the QQ candies, stuffed them into her mouth one by one, and began to calm herself down.

After eating QQ candy, I eat cookies. After eating cookies, I eat potato chips. After eating potato chips, I chew two pine nut candies...

"Crack, crack, crack."

With so many things happening in Qingyun Temple, Meranda didn't dare to sleep too soundly. Half asleep and half awake, she heard a "crackling" sound coming from the side.

I dreamt in a daze that a fat hamster was constantly eating melon seeds, then eating peanuts, then eating pine seeds... and finally the hamster burst with a "bang!"

Meranda was startled awake, sat up abruptly, and anxiously yelled, "Don't eat any more, or you'll burst!"

Xia Yiqian, who had stuffed half of the shrimp crackers into her mouth, looked at her blankly:?

Meranda came to her senses and turned around to see Xia Yiqian, who was halfway through eating shrimp crackers and looking at her with a confused look on her face. The corners of her mouth twitched suddenly.

No wonder she dreamed of a hamster eating food, it turned out that the little hamster with a puffy face was really in the tent!

He coughed lightly in embarrassment and said, "Um, I'm not talking about you. Go ahead and eat. I'm talking about the hamster."

Xia Yiqian: ...Who are you talking about?