Chapter 64 Hiding from her "You...are not Xie Tingyu"...

Xie Tingyu's voice sounded behind him, and Wen Zhi was stunned.

"It wasn't me who cast the spell of unity. Can't you tell the difference yourself?" Wen Zhiyu stopped.

Xie Tingyu lowered his head and didn't pay attention, and almost bumped into the pillar in front of him.

The distance was so close that Xie Tingyu didn't stop in time, and a hand suddenly appeared, just between her forehead and the pillar.

Her forehead hit that hand, and the cool touch passed along the skin of her forehead, but it inexplicably caused Xie Tingyu's heart to feel hot. She tilted her head back and raised her hand to cover her forehead.

He muttered, "So what if I cast the spell? There's no guarantee that someone won't destroy it."

"Brother, am I right?" Xie Tingyu smiled slyly, with a lively expression that was completely different from her cold appearance.

Xie Tingyu's injuries have not healed yet, and the wound on his chest is extremely severe.

Although five days had already passed, she was only at the eighth level of the Young Heaven after all, so naturally she would not heal too quickly.

She had just come out of the house, and her injuries made her voice a little weak, so she sounded a lot softer than usual.

Saying it out loud even sounds like acting coquettishly.

The gentle voice coming out of Xie Tingyu's mouth made Wen Zhiyu feel particularly uncomfortable.

At the same time, his heart was beating uncontrollably and he didn't know where to look.

He walked two steps behind Xie Tingyu, keeping a distance from her that was neither too close nor too far. Heat rose from his neck, and the tips of his ears, which were faintly visible under his hair, were stained scarlet.

Xie Tingyu had no idea what was going on in Wen Zhiyu's mind, but Wen Zhiyu, who was originally walking behind her, suddenly quickened his pace and rushed several steps ahead of her.

After he reacted, he lowered his head slightly, turned around, walked to Xie Tingyu's side and stopped.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, so you should be more careful. I shouldn't have asked you to come." Wen Zhiyu tilted his head, "I'm afraid that the evil spirit will impact you, and it will make your injuries worse."

His voice was calm, but Xie Tingyu could hear a hint of guilt in it, which was a rare thing for Wen Zhiyu.

Xie Tingyu didn't want to dwell on this topic any longer, so he took a step closer to Wen Zhiyu. A faint cold fragrance came from his side, and Xie Tingyu took a breath subconsciously.

In an instant, Wen Zhiyu's pupils shrank, the fingers on his sides curled up suddenly, and his neck turned a bright red.

His ears were so red that they looked as if blood was about to drip out.

"What are you doing?" Wen Zhiyu gritted his teeth, his eyes flushed.

Wen Zhiyu's movements were too big. Xie Tingyu looked up at him, feeling puzzled. "What are you doing? I just think you smell good, so I want to ask what kind of incense you use."

"I don't need incense." Wen Zhiyu's voice was a little hoarse, and his ears, which could not be seen clearly, had already turned completely red.

But Xie Tingyu, the culprit, didn't notice anything at all. His eyes were filled with confusion as to why Wen Zhiyu was behaving so strangely.

"Is it possible that your hidden injury has recurred?" Xie Tingyu took a step back silently, "Don't accuse me of causing you this."

After Xie Tingyu was injured, he no longer had the same fierce aura as before, and even his tone seemed to become much softer.

But Wen Zhiyu was not relieved because Xie Tingyu's injuries were too severe and if he was not careful, he would easily develop a chronic disease.

After Xie Tingyu woke up, he found that everyone he met had become strange, Cheng Yan was one of them, and Wen Zhiyu was also one of them.

It was as if they were hiding something from her. Whenever she seemed to realize something, they would deliberately change the subject.

"My injuries have improved a lot now, thanks to the magical medicine that Senior Sister Shiyun brought from the sect."

"Didn't they say that all the spiritual herbs including the Ghost Spirit Wood were gone? Even in the sects that Xuan Yuntian was friendly with, there were none. How come so many precious medicinal herbs suddenly appeared?"

Xie Tingyu frowned, the current situation made her think more.

The Ghost Master and Hong Xiu might have set up a trap somewhere else.

Xie Tingyu didn't want to miss any opportunity, she wanted to find out the truth behind it.

"I heard that it was Senior Sister Shiyun who went out to look for it herself. Now I really have to be grateful to her." Wen Zhiyu looked helpless and glanced at Xie Tingyu's hand.

Her fingertips, like his, were covered with tiny scars.

The monk's body recovered exceptionally quickly, but the wounds on his and Xie Tingyu's fingers had not healed, indicating that something was preventing the healing.

It can even be said that it is constantly eroding.

What could corrode the flesh and blood of a monk?

Poison, monsters, and demons, these options always come to mind first.

Wen Zhiyu suddenly smiled at this moment. He seemed not to notice the ghost from beginning to end.

Far away in the horizon, yet close at hand.

Didn't this junior sister who had many secrets just appear for no reason during the Night Parade of the Hundred Demons?

He had no trace before this, but he was able to suddenly appear in public, so it was obvious that he was not an ordinary mortal.

Only ordinary monks would truly believe her words.

"Now that senior brother has found the medicinal materials, I have put my mind at ease. So, where is Lecturer Wang Xiao now?" Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyu stayed on the road for too long.

Xie Tingyu looked at Wen Zhi's expressionless face and asked.

Wen Zhiyu hummed, "It seems that Junior Sister still wants to verify it herself. Senior Brother is really sad."

Xie Tingyu naturally understood the hidden meaning of Wen Zhiyu's words.

She said she didn't trust him and always believed that Wang Xiao's death was related to him.

He also showed that he was deeply wronged because Xie Tingyu was suspicious.

Xie Tingyu raised his hand and patted Wen Zhiyu's shoulder, saying seriously: "If you keep talking, I will go by myself. I will die on the road and let Master ask you for your crime."

"If you don't ask for my crime, then I will have no choice but to ask the Lord of the Ghost Palace and the Nine Heavens Gods and Demons to help me and come back to avenge you."

Xie Tingyu had a sarcastic look on his face, and his mouth opened and closed, saying nothing but useless words.

Most people find it hard to stand Xie Tingyu's weird temperament, but Wen Zhiyu is not an ordinary person, he belongs to the category of abnormal people.

So warmth and happiness came out, smiling happily.

"Except for the Ghost Palace and the Nine Heavens Gods and Demons, what else can help you to come to me to claim your life?"

The last word "life" was emphasized by Wen Zhiyu. Xie Tingyu noticed that there was something wrong with Wen Zhiyu's eyes. She raised her hand and touched Wen Zhiyu's forehead, muttering to herself, "You are really weird today. Is it because of an old injury that has recurred and burned your brain?"

The two of them walked on the road, chatting about this and that.

Each of them speaks.

Most of the Xilin Huanlou disciples they met did not know these two, but because both of them had excellent looks, when they walked together, they would most likely be called a talented man and a beautiful woman.

The men are handsome and the women are beautiful.

Xie Tingyu noticed the glances cast at him along the way, and silently distanced himself from Wen Zhi.

But Wen Xi was not happy, so he took a step to the side and followed closely.

Xie Tingyu moved one step and he took another.

Xie Tingyu was speechless and rolled her eyes in the end, but she was helpless because Wen Zhi's shameless behavior did not cause any substantial harm to her.

It just made her mental state more unstable.

I really want to give him a slap in the face.

Chen Chanyi specially prepared a secret room and placed Wang Xiao's skin, which had lost its flesh and blood, on a stone.

"Wang Xiao looks like this. I seem to have seen a similar scene a long time ago." Chen Chanyi frowned slightly, her eyebrows were charming and attractive.

Unfortunately, Yun Heng is a heartless person. It seems that he didn't notice the beauty beside him. He was completely focused on the wounds on Wang Xiao's body.

Yun Heng smacked his lips and sighed, "This is indeed an injury caused by a monster. Xiao Yu was right."

"There are indeed many monsters in the desert, but based on our investigations over the years at Xilin Huanlou, we have not found any monsters with too high a cultivation level." Chen Chanyi's expression gradually became solemn. "Moreover, what kind of monster can kill a Wang Haichao Second Heaven in an instant, without even a trace of struggle?"

There were many spots of blood on the piece of skin that was left of Wang Xiao, but not many, and they had long since dried up and turned into black and red blood spots.

There were no wounds anywhere else on his body. It was true that he died in pain, but he had no power to resist before dying.

It was almost as if his flesh and blood were peeled off and he died in pain.

This kind of cruel and evil magic is really disgusting.

Chen Chanyi cursed inwardly, the number of Xilin Huanlou disciples who died in the desert was not many, but not few either.

Many of them were killed by the evil cultivators in the desert in order to practice their own evil arts.

The difference is that looking at Wang Xiao’s sunken body, the one who could attack Wang Xiao must be a monster, there is no doubt about that.

While the two were analyzing the situation seriously, Cheng Yan leaned against the wall of the secret room. He first leaned sideways and raised his hand to pick at the gap in the wall, then turned around and knocked his forehead against the wall.

It's like being possessed by a demon.

Shi Yun just walked in from outside and immediately noticed that Cheng Yan was not in a good mental state.

Shi Yun's face darkened, she raised her hands to pull Cheng Yan back and held him in her arms. Shi Yun's tone was not very good, and her cheeks were stained with blood.

"Uncle Yunheng, I know that you have great skills in magic, but can you please consider other people when you cast your spells, such as me, your disciple who is still at the eighth level of the Floating World Jade?" Shiyun gently stroked Cheng Yan's flushed face, "She can't stand this kind of soul-chasing spell, be careful not to draw out her soul."

Yun Heng was stunned by these words. His white hair was particularly conspicuous in the dim secret room. Hearing this, Yun Heng raised his hand and slapped his head.

He said apologetically, "Look at my brain. I actually forgot that Xiao Yan was still here. It's all my fault. I hope my nephew and Xiao Yan don't take it to heart."

Yun Heng's tone of apology was extremely sincere, and Cheng Yan in Shiyun's arms uttered a nasal sound of grievance, and his head moved in Shiyun's arms. Shiyun snorted coldly and hugged Cheng Yan a little tighter.

When Xie Tingyu walked in, he saw a scene that seemed to be a confrontation between Shiyun and his master.

Shiyun was holding someone in her arms, and I couldn't see his expression clearly. When I got closer, I saw that the person in Shiyun's arms suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of scarlet eyes were directly exposed in front of Xie Tingyu.

There was a "hissing" sound coming from her mouth. A strange roar came from Cheng Yan's throat. She didn't even move her mouth. Her scarlet eyes stared at Xie Tingyu, as if she wanted to stare through her.

Then he sneered.

"You...are not Xie Tingyu."