If it were the past, Cao Lu and Hao Jian said this, Yan Ning would definitely give them a little pain, but now Yan Ning was not angry at all. He even smiled foolishly and pulled Cao Lu and others out of the bed, and told them what happened with his hands and feet.

After hearing Yan Ning's words, Cao Lu and others stared at each other and couldn't speak. Miao Dabao didn't know about Huang Yuyan's existence, and even thought that Yan Ning was really too sad and had hallucinations.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Yan Ning picked up the scroll directly from the table and shouted at it: "Senior, senior? Come out and talk to them!"

Everyone looked at the scroll in Yan Ning curiously, hoping that a "senior" would appear inside, but after waiting for a long time, there was no reaction.

Yan Ning suddenly became anxious, patted the scroll a few times, and whispered: "Senior, are you still here?"

Huang Yuyan's voice suddenly rang in the room: "What Yan Ning said is true, Zhuang Xiaoya is not dead. I rushed back from Xichuan, and my cultivation has been damaged. I need to be conditioned for a while now. Yan Ning, don't disturb me."

After saying this, Huang Yuyan stopped saying a word. Yan Ning nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, yes, you have a good rest, I won't bother you!"

Yan Ning said, rolled up the scroll, carefully placed it on the table, and finally breathed.

Cao Lu and others were stunned for a while, and Miao Dabao first reacted: "Xiao Ya is really not dead?"

"Do you want her to die?" Yan Ning glared at Miao Dabao.

Miao Dabao suddenly laughed: "Damn, auspicious people will have their own appearance!"

Cao Lu and Hao Jian also touched their heads and smiled foolishly. One of them was Yan Ning's brother and the other was Yan Ning's apprentice. Naturally, they knew what Yan Ning was like these days. If they continued like this, it would not take long for Yan Ning to die of depression.

Yan Ning smiled for a while, suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. He quickly took out his cell phone, called Yihu, and notified Yihu about Zhuang Xiaoya's not dead.

After hearing the news, Yihu almost lost his mind and immediately asked him to withdraw from the mourning hall. He also held a banquet for three days and three nights to let the brothers have fun.

In addition, he asked Yan Ning to go back to the tea shop directly on the phone.

Yan Ning thought about Yihu's proposal but refused.

Yihu knew that he had driven Yan Ning out in the morning and asked him to come back in the evening. Yan Ning must have a gap in his heart. He apologized sincerely and hoped that Yan Ning could go back.

Yan Ning said, "Although Xiaoya is not dead, she is still in danger. How can I have the attitude to go back... From today on, we will use all our strength to track down the whereabouts of the ghost minister. If Xiaoya doesn't come back for a day, I won't go back to the tea shop for a day!"

Yihu was also moved by Yan Ning's determination and said that he had read the wrong person. After hanging up the phone, he mobilized all his forces to search for the whereabouts of the ghost ministers around the world.

This is a later story.

After the ecstasy, Yan Ning also began to think about what to do next. Before he got the whereabouts of the ghost minister, Yan Ning could not sit there all the time.

Cao Lu and others did not sleep like Yan Ning all day, but were woken up by him in the middle of the night, and their eyes were fighting. Yan Ning asked them to rest first, but he turned on the desk lamp and took out a shroud from his luggage.

This shroud is made of golden silk. Although it is as thin as a cicada's wing, it weighs a few pounds. Yan Ning spread it out and placed it on the desk. The warm desk lamp light shines with golden light.

"This guy Guan Zixuan..."

Yan Ning recalled his experience in King Gou's tomb a few days ago and found that the biggest winner of this trip was not Yan Ning who got this shroud, nor was it the immortality sect of a monk Xiekong who died, nor was it the King Gou Wei who turned into a zombie but was eaten by the corpse so badly that he was not even left. But this guy named Guan Zixuan.

Perhaps, Yan Ning's entry into the tomb of King Gou this time was arranged by Guan Zixuan a thousand years ago. According to Wang Tianci's idea, the so-called divine pill red pill should still be in Guan Zixuan's hands.

After returning from Xichuan, Wang Tianci cared about this matter very much. He had his connections. On the way back, he began to investigate Guan Zixuan's traces and vowed to get the red pill. But Guan Zixuan disappeared out of thin air as if he had never walked out of King Gou's tomb. After a few days, no news of him appeared.

Yan Ning doesn't like this guy either. If one day the two meet, Yan Ning will give him a sword and avenge the revenge of being locked in the coffin that day.

The evil thought still exists in Yan Ning's soul. In the tomb of Gou King, the evil thoughts that Yan Ning digests are just the tip of the iceberg. More evil thoughts are suppressed by the external souls in Yan Ning's soul. Despite this, the seal is unstable and the evil thoughts are still slowly exuding power, but these powers are very small. Whenever they appear, they are assimilated by Yan Ning and used to strengthen the body.

Although Yan Ning was sad these days, he was always paying attention to his physical changes. He found that his physical strength was getting more and more terrifying, and his recovery speed was equal to that of ordinary zombies. He was even fantasizing whether he could recover as before if he was like a zombie and was chopped up his head.

He also thought about what his current state was, but there was no record in Wumen Ghost Art, and he did not want to tell others about his secret, including Miao Dabao and Wang Tianci, so he took it over and did not think about it. In short, these changes are good for him at the moment.

He took a sip of the hot water at hand and looked down at the shroud on the table. He saw that there was a lot of ink on the shroud that was difficult to understand and difficult to understand.

Maoshan's mantra was extremely difficult to pronounce at first, but it only became easier after years of simplification. When Yan Ning was watching the shroud, he silently simplified the spell in his heart.

Yan Ning finished reading the whole article in one breath, but there were still many things that could not be understood. He tried to contact Ming Po, but the result was not satisfactory. Ming Po did not pay attention to Yan Ning. It seemed that it would take some time to see the old ghost and the others again.

However, Yan Ning still had a doubt in his heart: "After that being said, how could this Mingpo's method be in Guan Zixuan's hands?"

He didn't know that the master of Mingpo thousand years ago was actually Guan Zixuan.

From the moment Yan Ning took Ming Po into King Gou Wei's emperor's tomb, Guan Zixuan had already sensed Ming Po's appearance and awakened. He knew that a thousand years had passed and it was time to leave.

That's why everything happened later.

Of course, Yan Ning didn't know the reason for these things. After studying the formula on the shroud, he returned to the bed to rest.
Chapter completed!