Chapter 1607 Fellow Daoist, Please Wait 17
Ma Chengliang: "Junior sister, have you discovered anything?"
Yang Xiuying frowned and said solemnly, "I discovered that three people whose lifespans have ended are still in the mortal realm."
"Three?" Ma Chengliang was slightly startled. "The Soul Reaper wouldn't make such a big mistake. There must be something fishy going on."
Song Jinhuan's heart sank. "Junior sister, have you noticed anything in common among these three people?"
"As soon as I noticed something was amiss, I sent a message to you, but I haven't had time to investigate further."
At this point, she paused, and with great self-awareness, said, "I don't yet know the extent of Xifeng Village's power. If I were to encounter any unforeseen circumstances, I fear I would be unable to cope."
Yang Xiuying had a cold expression on her face, and her voice conveyed a sense of rationality.
We need reinforcements; we need to move them as soon as possible to have any hope.
Song Jinhuan and Ma Chengliang exchanged a glance, then smiled and agreed, "Junior Sister, you're right!"
Ma Chengliang scratched his head: "Should we split up or go together?"
Yang Xiuying looked at Song Jinhuan.
Song Jinhuan replied without hesitation, "Of course, together."
Yang Xiuying nodded and said, "Senior sister and I are of the same mind."
As night fell, a thin mist hung over the stream that surrounded Xifeng Village, and a chill continued to spread outwards.
The lively chirping of birds and insects was now completely obscured by the hazy mist.
Three figures tiptoed past the dappled moonlight on the ground and entered, holding their breath.
The joyous sound of suona horns echoed Erhe's voice, suddenly emerging from the depths of the mist.
The eerie music made the three of them freeze, and then they rolled as fast as they could to the side into the bushes.
A jet-black eagle-beak mask came into view first. The figure was about seven feet tall and wrapped in a silver robe, walking with an unsteady, square gait.
One step and a bell rings.
What is most eye-catching is the child in a red floral dress, about seven or eight years old, being carried behind him by two people. He has a red dot between his eyebrows and looks like both a girl and a boy.
She didn't cry or make a fuss, she had a smile on her face, and her eyes were dull.
Following that was a series of suppressed sobs.
"Why are you crying?"
"Gouwa has been taken by the Great Immortal Qingyun to become an immortal; this is an incredible stroke of luck!"
The man, his eyes red, rebuked in a low voice.
The woman's reluctance deepened, and she sobbed in a low voice, "I'll never see my child again. What's wrong with me crying a few times?"
The man looked up at the small figure being carried in front of him, then lowered his head and fell silent.
The person wearing the eagle-beak mask suddenly stopped as they passed the three people.
Song Jinhuan, Yang Xiuying, and Ma Chengliang immediately reached for the copper coin sword at their waists in a tense manner.
A string of tinkling sounds fell from the sky.
The man with the eagle beak raised the bell high and shook it violently for a while, but found nothing, so he continued forward with some hesitation.
After a long while, the group finally disappeared from sight.
The three of them crawled out of the bushes.
Ma Chengliang patted his chest. "That was close. Have we been discovered?"
Yang Xiuying expressionlessly stretched out her two hands and picked the leaves off their bodies and heads.
While helping Yang Xiuying straighten her disheveled belt, Song Jinhuan said confidently, "We definitely weren't discovered. We used an invisibility talisman!"
Yang Xiuying: "That person had already noticed something, which shows that he was quite skilled."
As soon as he finished speaking, the three of them looked up at the same time and stared at each other.
Ma Chengliang sneered: "I don't care how deep his cultivation is. Once we are born, we will definitely make a big splash!"
A hint of excitement flashed across Yang Xiuying's indifferent face. "Heh, it's just a life."
Song Jinhuan was filled with unprecedented courage. He gripped the sword hilt tightly and said, "Let's follow them!"
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