Chapter 063

Zeng Ji looked at Zhang Yifan silently.

Zhang Yifan looked at him silently.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time, and finally Zeng Ji had to give in.

He thought to himself that he had originally wanted to keep the boy alive, but now it seems that is no longer necessary.

He calmly made way for the kid to go first.

Zhang Yifan looked at his junior brother worriedly, grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving.

My junior brother is well-behaved and obedient, but he suddenly did this, he must have discovered something.

In such a dangerous moment, shouldn't the senior brother take the lead?

Lin Qingyang looked at his senior brother in confusion. He had finally grabbed the right to go in first, but what did you mean by pulling me in and refusing to speak?

Zhang Yifan said gently, "Junior brother, let me go in first."

Lin Qingyang paused, then slowly moved away to make room.

If you want to go in, go ahead, but the important thing is not to let that uncle-in.

In fact, it is not impossible for him to go in first, but it may be more troublesome later. Moreover, his current physical cultivation is too low, and there may be some casualties.

Although he did not have a deep relationship with this group of fellow disciples, they were all from the same sect after all. These people treated him well, so he would save as many as he could.

Zhang Yifan had no idea that in just a short while, Lin Qingyang had already had so many thoughts running through his mind.

He seemed nonchalant, but in fact he walked into the closed mine cautiously.

This mine had been developed before, and the walls were covered with potholes and pits, and occasionally a corner of a spirit stone could be seen exposed.

This spiritual stone mine is relatively poor, and the quality of the spiritual stones produced is also average. The spiritual energy naturally emitted in this closed environment increases the concentration of spiritual energy in the surrounding area, and it can barely be said to have reached the level of a small paradise.

This can be considered a hidden benefit of guarding the mine. Therefore, when the disciples here are not on duty, they often like to find an unexcavated mine and practice in it.

Zhang Yifan had long been accustomed to such a concentration of spiritual energy and did not feel anything special, but several other disciples seemed to enjoy it after coming in.

"The concentration of spiritual energy here is very high." Lin Qingyang felt it as soon as he came in and reflexively glanced at Zeng Ji.

Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a concentration of spiritual energy here, even if this is a spiritual stone mine, it wouldn't be right. So, is it really this person who is causing trouble?

Zeng Ji followed them quietly, his expression indifferent.

Lin Qingyang had attracted his attention before, so it was not appropriate to keep staring at him. He winked at Cheng Hui, asking him to pay attention.

Cheng Hui had long noticed that Lin Qingyang was deliberately targeting Zeng Ji, and was also very concerned about him. After receiving the signal, he had been observing him silently.

Cheng Hui is a refined corpse, and his master Lin Qingyang is still so young that no one knows his specialness. Naturally, no one cares about him and only regards him as an ignorant and intelligent zombie.

Cheng Hui was also careful not to act too special when he was outside.

If you are a little better than others, it can be said that you have talent, but if you are much better than others, someone might want to take you away for dissection and research.

Don't think he is joking. The Corpse Puppet Sect has been able to develop so many spells related to corpse refining, so they naturally have their advantages.

In this world, if we were to ask who has done the most thorough research on the human body, it would undoubtedly be the Corpse Puppet School.

Cheng Hui himself is a refined corpse, and there is no such thing as corpse power here.

Besides, even if he was really sliced ​​into pieces, those big guys were confident that they could glue him back together. Even if his intelligence was destroyed, they could give birth to another one - but it was hard to say whether the one born would still be him.

In short... Cheng Hui felt that if he wanted to live smoothly, it would be best not to reveal too much. Even if he was just overthinking it, wouldn't it be better for him to hide and use himself as a trump card?

Therefore, when outside, Cheng Hui performed slightly better than those zombies with intelligence. Fortunately, he was just a mentally retarded person before, and the only ones who really understood the inside story were those on the Thirteen Peaks.

Cheng Hui observed silently and found that Zeng Ji was really strange.

Logically speaking, he should have been very impatient after Lin Qingyang acted so violently before, but he acted very gentle, as if he was not angry at all when Lin Qingyang threatened him with his master.

But the problem is... if someone encounters something like this, wouldn't they be angry? Even if they don't bother with a child, they definitely can't look at someone with that creepy gentle look.

Cheng Hui: ...It’s just, a little scary.

What's the saying? If you don't explode in silence, you'll become distorted in silence.

Cheng Hui didn't want to comment on whether it was right for the Corpse Puppet Sect to send such a hopeless cultivator to such a remote place. Anyway, he just felt that there was something wrong with Zeng Ji.

How wrong is it?

Maybe it's just... I feel that when he wears glasses, the lenses will reflect a cold light...

Shit! There's a picture!

Cheng Hui silently held his forehead, trying to make his painting style more normal.

I don't know if it's because of Xiao Tong, but he's been complaining more recently, as if he's living in a two-dimensional world...

"Uncle Master?"

Zhang Yifan also noticed that Zeng Ji, who was walking at the end, had not spoken for a long time, so he turned around and looked at him.

Zeng Ji looked up at them. The people here were all disciples who came to recruit new members. He was not familiar with any of them. It was precisely because of this that he was more unscrupulous in his actions.

"Huh? We have to go further to the haunted place." Zeng Ji said lightly.

Zhang Yifan glanced at him suspiciously. Was it an illusion? This uncle-in-law seemed different from before.

He led the other fellow disciples forward, and perhaps to guard against Zeng Ji, he deliberately slowed down his pace, asking for details of the haunting as he walked.

Zeng Ji was like a gentle elder, answering all his questions one by one. Zhang Yifan even wondered if his junior brother had made a mistake. Why was his uncle so gentle?

Lin Qingyang watched coldly, and became more and more certain of his guess.

He didn't know what Zhang Yifan was thinking, but the gentler Zeng Ji was, the more suspicious he became.

Maybe it was because he had seen too many tricks in the Blood Demon Sect before, pretending to be gentle, being two-faced, cruel and violent... He had seen all kinds of them, but people like Zeng Ji... In his opinion, it was more like they had been pretending for too long and could not change.

Of course, appearing gentle on the surface does not mean that he is a good person. On the contrary, once such a person explodes, he is often more brutal than ordinary people.

He once saw a 'gentle' junior sister, who smiled widely as she sliced ​​a junior brother who tried to deceive her feelings into a human pig... Tsk tsk, it was so horrible.

Except for the previous outbreak of naughty kid syndrome, Lin Qingyang has kept a low profile since then, quietly following at the back of the team.

He had already reminded Zhang Yifan that if Zeng Ji could still succeed in his plot, then it would be better not to have this senior brother.

The group quickly walked through the passage and entered a wider space. Zeng Ji told everyone that the workers had heard strange noises and weird shadows when they were mining here, but they could not find any results every time they came to check.

Lin Qingyang poked Cheng Hui, and Cheng Hui immediately received his hint and stood in front of him.

With Cheng Hui's cover, Lin Qingyang explored the surroundings and even used a small spell to distinguish breath.

These little spells were developed by him in his previous life. If he wanted to live more comfortably in the Blood Demon Sect, he needed to have many other things, but at least he had to have sharp ears and eyes, so as not to be ambushed without his knowledge.

This spell of distinguishing breath can effectively detect the approach of others, and can also follow the clues to find the direction of a certain breath.

Lin Qingyang is now looking for a special taste.

Since this place has been closed for several days, theoretically there shouldn't be too many auras. If there is some strange aura besides these people, it proves that there is indeed something going on here.

The spiritual power fluctuations of these small spells he released were very small. Even Zeng Ji could only vaguely feel something, but when he wanted to investigate further, it disappeared.

He looked around suspiciously but didn't find anything unusual, so he could only suppress his doubts and try to guide these people to find that place without leaving any trace.

Lin Qingyang closed his eyes and felt the auras he discovered. Most of them matched those of the people present, but there were also unfamiliar auras.

The strange aura wasn't very strong, but its presence was very strong. This meant that the other party had most likely been here not long ago, and the place where the aura disappeared was...

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the breath disappeared, where there was a wall.

He walked over carelessly and when he passed by a senior brother, he accidentally bumped into his leg. The senior brother was about to lower his head when he suddenly felt a pain in his joint and was about to fall uncontrollably.

He reflexively supported the wall, and as a result... the wall collapsed.

The senior brother cried out in extremity and fell on the mound of dirt.

Senior Brother: ...

"Hey, why is there a passage here?" Zhang Yifan discovered that there was a deep passage behind the collapsed wall, and he immediately became alert.

The others also realized that this might be the reason for the 'haunting' and immediately walked over to investigate.

"I don't know where it leads to, senior brother. Do you want to go over and take a look?" asked a junior fellow.

Zhang Yifan said decisively: "Go! Let's see who dares to make trouble on the territory of my Corpse Puppet Sect."

Zhang Yifan did not make a rash decision. In his opinion, since the other party had spread a rumor about a haunting and prevented the miners from approaching, it was highly likely that they would not dare to confront their Corpse Puppet Sect.

If the enemy was truly that powerful, they could simply kill everyone on the Spirit Stone Mine, and then there would be no more obstacles. But since they hadn't done that, it was obvious they were weak, so they could only sneak around and tamper with the situation. If they charged directly, they might be able to solve the problem in one fell swoop.

"Junior brother, you..."

"I'll go with you." Lin Qingyang interrupted him directly.

Are you kidding? If he doesn't go now, there's a high probability that he'll have to collect their bodies when he comes back, and he won't do that.

Zhang Yifan was choked by him and had no choice but to ask another disciple to call for help.

It is impossible to fight alone. The opponent is not as strong as them, so they naturally need to gather more strength to crush them.

There are so many of us here. If we all rush over, what if we end up delivering food to someone else?

It has to be said that Zhang Yifan, who originally had a rather reckless personality, was more or less influenced after spending a year with his junior brother. For example, when he might encounter an enemy, he would take the initiative to shake him.

Congratulations indeed...

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