They still have time to accept missions. I don't know if these people are fearless about the outcome, or if they are so confident that they are blindly confident.
Ming Xuan rolled his eyes: "There's only one month of rest time, can you cultivate a flower?"
“Don’t mention it, Song Hansheng, your house is quite big.”
The Song family mansion was incredibly large, like a maze where one could get lost if not careful. It had carved beams and painted pillars and was filled with spiritual energy, not much different from the five sects.
Song Hansheng looked at these people strolling around, his expression a little out of control, "This is not a place for you guys to travel. Ye Qiao!! Ming Xuan!! Zhou Xingyun, what are you doing?"
Why? Why does he always run into these people every time he goes home?
Song Hansheng was almost annoyed.
They look so leisurely that if you don't know, you might think this is the back garden of Changmingzong.
Mu Chongxi and his brother were so good to each other that they put their arms around each other's shoulders and said, "Song Hansheng, is your house haunted? Is it because you did too many bad things and you are being punished for it?"
Song Hansheng's eyebrows jumped, and he was disgusted: "Stay away from me. Don't force me to call a group of people to beat you up."
Is he familiar with them?!
"Don't be so fierce." Ye Qiao joined in, dragging him to the other side with a smile, "Let's have a meeting together, the three of us."
"Let's talk about this mission."
Song Hansheng, who was forcibly dragged away, said: "..."
Ye Qiao and his companions did not dare to alert the enemy, so naturally they could only seek help from acquaintances to find out the situation. However, the only acquaintance they had now was Song Hansheng.
Song Hansheng, who was forced to become their acquaintance, gritted his teeth and said, "It's not haunted."
"There is an evil spirit causing trouble."
"Evil?" Ye Qiao blinked.
"It is made up of human resentment. It is used by ghost cultivators." Song Hansheng rolled his eyes. "We have only eliminated monsters, but these will also be compulsory courses in the future."
"Don't you listen to what the elders say in class?" He said, looking at these people suspiciously.
The five people look at the nose with their eyes and the heart with their nose.
They basically slacked off in class, and Zhou Xingyun was too lazy to even attend class. Who knew there were so many things to pay attention to?
Compared to the five of them who were uneducated, Song Hansheng was simply a good student.
He looked at these people with disdain and said, "I advise you to go home as soon as possible, otherwise if something happens, don't blame our Song family."
"Why are other families not haunted, but your Song family is special? What bad things have you done?"
Song Hansheng felt that his blood pressure would rise if he continued talking. "When the Song family chose the old house, they chose a place where many great men and cultivators had fallen."
"There's a lot of resentment. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Xue Yu lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "So, someone is deliberately hiding in the Song family, using the resentment here to raise little ghosts?"
Ghost cultivators rely on some insidious methods to tame little ghosts and rely on this behavior to upgrade their levels. The stronger the little ghosts, the higher their strength will be.
"Since you know so much, why don't you get rid of the people hiding in your mansion?"
Why don't we kill this black sheep and keep him as a nuisance?
"Because those who got into trouble were just from the side branches, so if they die, they die." Zhou Xingyun said indifferently, "Those with impure bloodlines will be ostracized and suppressed by the Eight Great Families."
Song Hansheng couldn't stand these people's slander, his face turned cold, "How do you know we didn't send anyone?"
"That ghost cultivator is so elusive that we can't catch her at all."
As for the mission? In fact, after hearing about the haunting, many monks were discouraged from going.
Ghost cultivator, this profession sounds weird.
No one has ever seen what a ghost looks like, and not everyone is so brave.
Xue Yu looked at these people, who were talking one after another, and couldn't help but interrupt them. He pointed to the dark night and the cold wind outside and asked, "Do you really have to chat here?"
They were just having fun chatting.
Didn't care about the occasion at all.
"No, wait a minute." Ming Xuan jumped up and raised his voice suddenly, "Where's Ye Qiao?!"
Ye Qiao had been standing with them just now, but he disappeared right before their eyes, and everyone's faces changed at the same time.
"Didn't any of you sense anything was wrong?"
They are all talisman cultivators, and two of them are in the late Jindan stage. Logically, they shouldn't disappear without anyone noticing, right?
On the other side, when Ye Qiao realized something was wrong, it was too late. The surrounding environment was turned upside down, and it was pitch black under his feet, as if he was pulled into a special area.
Ye Qiao's breathing stagnated slightly, and his arm suddenly felt cold, and he was held tightly by something he didn't know what it was.
She suppressed the chill, lowered her eyes, and looked back calmly.
The next second, when she saw clearly what it was, she almost screamed.
A childish voice sounded in my ear: "Mother."
Ye Qiao: “…”
*
Painless motherhood
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
