Several monks were shocked: "What?! Escaped? Where did he escape to?"

Song Shi said, "I'll use the spell to look for it again." He glanced at the sword in Yin Buqi's hand and asked, "Did you find this sword...at the bottom of the river? Did you name it?"

"This sword has no name."

Yin Buqi flipped his wrist lightly, and the scarlet black iron sword disappeared.

Everyone was dumbfounded, even Song Shi was shocked.

Jiang Niannian asked, "What's wrong?"

"Since ancient times, no matter how spiritual a weapon is, it is still physical. Holding it on your body is like a powerful accessory." Song Shi rubbed his brow and explained, "There has never been a weapon that was condensed with the power of one's soul, but Yin Buqi did it... Haha, it's a blessing in disguise."

The monk said: "It was not picked up from the bottom of the river, it was transformed into something, it is actually a real thing, this is too amazing!"

Jiang Niannian was stunned and murmured, "Is it really like this..."

"So...what happened when you were at the bottom of the river? And how did those ghosts disappear?" Song Shi looked at Yin Buqi with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

The crowd looked over there as they also wanted to know.

How did Yin Buqi use the power of his soul to forge his own spiritual sword?

And how did he destroy so many ghosts despite being seriously injured?

Jiang Niannian subconsciously felt that if she told Yin Buqi what she saw and heard at the bottom of the river, it would be disadvantageous to Yin Buqi, so she kept silent.

"It's inconvenient to tell you." Yin Buqi lowered his eyes, with an unshakable gloomy aura surrounding him.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward as he confronted Song Shi.

"Okay, okay, let's deal with the evil spirit first. We can talk about other things after we leave." Yin Ci came out to smooth things over.

Brother Yin doesn't seem to like being asked this question. Write it down in a notebook.

"Okay." Song Shi retracted his gaze, activated the talisman paper, and went away with the sword, and everyone followed.

"What about Miss Tang?" A cultivator pointed at the unconscious Tang Murou on the ground, and everyone then remembered that there was another person.

Yin Ci shook his head and said, "I won't carry you anyway, whoever wants to carry you can do it."

The evil spirit that night dealt a great psychological blow to him, and he was afraid that he would never carry any woman on his back again in his life.

"Then I'll carry it." A monk said readily.

"Yeah." Everyone responded and left one after another.

Yin Buqi said, "Nian Nian, let me share a sword with you."

His sword fell into the water and disappeared. His nameless sword was made from the power of his soul, which consumed a lot of spiritual energy and could not be used frequently.

Jiang Niannian nodded, and just as she pulled out the jade-green sword, she glanced at the cultivator's hand touching the two taels of flesh on Tang Murou's chest.

She said nothing, looked away, and didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

Yin Buqi hugged her from behind. Through the thin clothes, their body temperatures blended and their bodies were filled with each other's breath, as if they had merged into each other's body.

Not long ago, Jiang Niannian thought that they would be separated by death, but now, he is safe and sound by her side. This gap makes her cherish the present time with him.

Jiang Niannian suddenly realized that she really liked the feeling of being hugged by him.

Her heartbeat quickened a little, and she moved in his arms, whispering, "I won't give up. Thank you."

Thank you for risking your life to save me.

Yin Buqi twitched his eyebrows, turned her around, lowered his head, and kissed her lips with his cold lips, then slid from her lower lip to the tip of her chin. His red eyes were full of smiles, "You saved my life, I should repay you with my body... Nian Nian, when we leave Qinghe Town, I want to..."

Jiang Niannian covered his lips, "No, you don't want to."

Yin Buqi held her wrist, licked and sucked it gently, and then took her fingers into his mouth one by one.

Imitating some kind of thrusting action, very suggestive.

Jiang Niannian wanted to take her hand back, but she couldn't get away, and her face turned red with shame.

"You, let go!"

The sword under his feet shook slightly, but Yin Buqi quickly stabilized it with his spiritual power.

"I won't let go unless Nian Nian agrees."

"Okay, I promise you."

This little pervert has been daydreaming all day long, and has ruined the warm atmosphere just now.

The two swords are at the end.

Yin Ci looked back repeatedly, his ears were red as if they were about to bleed, and he saw the little black ball on his waist also staring at him with its black eyes. Yin Ci covered its eyes with his hands and said, "Not suitable for children."

The talisman stopped in front of a small courtyard.

With a harsh sound, the wooden door was pushed open with a creaking sound.

As soon as everyone entered the house, the black wooden boards full of burn marks made strange noises under their feet, as if the whole house would collapse if they stepped on them hard.

After seeing the situation inside the house clearly, Jiang Niannian took two steps back tactically and said dryly, "Damn it! Daddy hanged himself on the southeast tree when he heard that I was coming."

Song Shi asked, "What does this mean?"

Jiang Niannian had a blank expression on her face: "Dad was scared to death."

Song Shi rolled his eyes: "...Why don't you look scared?"

There were rows of puppets on the wall, which looked lifelike under the dim light. She tried her best not to look at them and pulled Yin Buqi's clothes: "These puppets look just like real people. They are scary."

The room was extremely dark, with only the oil lamp on the table emitting a faint light. A woman was sitting at the table, carefully wiping the puppet in her arms in the dim light. When she saw them come in, she didn't even raise her eyes, but just giggled, "Oh, you're here."

Yin Ci didn't bother beating around the bush and asked directly, "Why did you, a ghost, kill so many people? It's simply cruel and inhumane!"

"I'm happy! You have no right to control me! I have a room full of dolls waiting for new skins to make clothes, so I'll start with you!"

When she raised her head, everyone was stunned. That face was 90% similar to Jiang Niannian!

However, the ghost's pale face was covered with makeup, and its lips were bright and colorful, as if stained with blood, which was a bit weird.

"This... this face!" Yin Ci was stunned. The ghost had already rushed towards him, with blue-white fingers, and the nails had become longer and very sharp, so sharp that it could pierce a person's chest in an instant.

Yin Ci's pupils suddenly widened and he dodged to the side, and the ghost's claws pierced through the wooden door behind him.

Jiang Ziyou said: "Junior brother, are you okay?"

"No problem."

The ghost roared and started fighting with the people behind him. The scene was extremely chaotic.

"I want your skin! I want your skin! I want your skin, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"You, the people of the Immortal Sect, are all beasts in human skin. Your hands are stained with the blood of innocent people. You will not die a good death!"

"Where is Yin Ruoxu? I killed so many people, why hasn't he come to find me yet!!!"

The evil spirit attacked everyone while roaring heart-wrenchingly. When she called out Yin Ruoxu's name, everyone was stunned, and Yin Ci just stood there in a daze.

When the ghost saw this, a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his bluish-white claws struck Yin Ci's heart directly.

A red light ignited in Yin Buqi's hand, and a long red sword appeared out of thin air, slashing at the evil spirit like lightning.

——I sweep the enemy's blade with the might of thunder and lightning!

I want to kill or spare anyone who dares to disobey my sword and become a ghost!