There was another disgusting feeling for no reason, as if I was isolated in a transparent cover.

After a breath, Sun Yuan's voice seemed to approach from a distant place and reached her ears.

"Qin Shuang, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"What happened?" Qin Shuang looked at Sun Yuan with some confusion.

Sun Yuan pointed to Qin Shuang's right knee and said, "What are you thinking? Your heart falls from your hands, don't you know?"

"Heart is cone?"

Qin Shuang was stunned and looked down at his right hand, empty. Then he saw that the half-foot-long cone was lying on the ground in front of his right knee. It seemed that Qin Shuang fell to the ground when she was distracted.

Qin Shuang suddenly felt creepy. She clearly remembered that she had just thrown her heart out, and she still remembered the sharp whistle that broke through the air. What made Qin Shuang even more palpitations was that the voice she was talking behind her back was definitely not Sun Yuan's voice. The voice just now was low and hoarse, and she was responsible for trembling a little.

He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions, reached out and picked up the cone of his heart and said:

"Nothing happened, I fell out accidentally."

"I'm back!"

Yu Guanting's voice sounded. Qin Shuang turned his head and saw Yu Guanting walking back with a dozen people carrying the chopped wood. Sun Yuan and Nian Geng Ju went up to him, started to make fire, and set up the packed monster.

Qin's eyes flashed, and her spiritual sense communicated with Yang Linglong, "Senior, you just saw me throwing my heart out?"

"I don't know." Yang Linglong's voice sounded.

"Did you not see it or notice it?" Qin Shuang felt a little scared in her heart.

"It should be... I didn't pay attention." Yang Linglong's voice was a little hesitant: "I'm recovering, not paying attention to the surroundings."

Qin Shuang fell into deep thought.

Did you really dream just now?

Her face became cloudy, and she firmly believed that she must have thrown her heart just now, but why did she come back by herself?

"Sun Yuan!" Qin Shuang shouted.

"Here you come." Sun Yuan ran over and looked at Qin Shuang.

"You just saw the cone of your heart falling from my hand?"

"Yes!" Sun Yuan nodded and said, "I walked to you and saw that my heart fell from your hands."

"It's okay!" Qin Shuang said lightly.

"You... are really okay?" Sun Yuan looked at Qin Shuang suspiciously.

"It's really okay! Go barbecue."

Sun Yuan nodded and turned away. Qin Shuang's expression instantly became extremely gloomy. What exactly is it that can control his memory?

If you control your memory, you are not throwing the heart at all, but just letting yourself think that you throw the heart at all, but in fact, the heart just falls out of your own hands.

If you didn’t control your memory, you would control Sun Yuan’s memory. You did throw your heart out, but just made Sun Yuan think that your heart fell from your hands.

but……

If this heart is really thrown out, how did you come back?

Qin Shuang sighed, got up and came to the bonfire, waiting for the barbecue to be roasted.

The sky was completely dark, and a crescent moon hung in the sky. The strong wind became more and more violent, making a tsunami-like roar.

The bonfire was blown and Mars were splashing everywhere.

The meat was already roasted, and everyone was eating happily. Qin Shuang also ate a piece and lost his mind. After thinking about it, she finally released her spiritual consciousness and spread to the village. She wanted to see what Dian Gongrong and the others were doing.

Qin Shuang's spiritual sense soon spread to the front of the yard, then entered the yard gate, and spread towards the door of the room.

He saw monks in every room upstairs and downstairs. Qin Shuang swept his spiritual sense and came to a room where Dian Gongrong and An Shicong sat.

"Have you found that ghost?" Qin Shuang sent a voice through her spiritual sense.

"Not yet!" Dian Gongrong said, "We searched every room, but we never found that ghost again. We are going to rest here for a night. Look, we are eating."

"You should be careful, it always gives people a strange feeling here. By the way, Brother An, have you not cast spells to find that ghost again?"

"Casted the spell!" An Shicong said, "But no ghost came out. There is no problem with you, right?"

"I don't know if this is a problem." Qin Shuang said in a low tone: "Do you still remember that heart?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"I threw it out. But it returned to my feet without realizing it."

"The gods didn't know it?" An Shicong said in surprise: "Are you kidding?"

"I'm not kidding."

Qin Shuang said seriously. Then she stood up from the bonfire, walked a few steps towards the village, and looked at the direction of the village. In front of her was a gray and silent village, behind her was a red bonfire, and with more than twenty monks talking and laughing enthusiastically.

"I really threw it out, I believe in my memory..."

Qin Shuang's spiritual sense transmission just as she said this, she suddenly opened her mouth wide. Her eyes were frightened and her pupils were magnifying. In her vision, she saw a familiar figure flying out of the small village frantically.

The recovery from one end of his shoulders, an extremely pale face, a blue dress, holding a fairy sword in his hand. The whole person exuded an extremely frightened aura.

That's An Shicong!

He had blood on his body, and was embarrassed in horror. At this time, he had already rushed out of the village gate and rushed towards Qinshuang while shouting in fear:

"Qin Shuang, run quickly, it's chasing."

"Qin Shuang, why don't you talk?" In the house in the village covered by Qin Shuang, An Shicong was smiling and said:

"Look, we got some mushrooms, so we didn't eat anything. Even wild mushrooms are so delicious."

Qin Shuang's spiritual consciousness clearly saw An Shicong and Dian Gongrong drinking mushroom soup, but his eyes saw An Shicong rushing towards her frantically. For a moment, he felt creepy, and a chill from his tail vertebrae ran up along the drunkenness, and instantly rushed to the top of his head, his whole scalp was numb.

What's going on?

Spiritual consciousness...eyes...

"Qin Shuang, hurry up... run..."

An Shicong seemed to be too seriously injured or too frightened. When he ran to Qin Shuang, he staggered and fell towards Qin Shuang.

However, Qin Shuang didn't dare to reach out to help him, but flew back two steps. She couldn't tell the difference between An Shicong in her spiritual sense and in her vision. That was real, that was fake, and her expression was full of alert.

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