After coming out of the Spirit Witch Pavilion, the fairy walked silently on the mountain path, her mind constantly replaying the conversation she had just had with the Mongolian spirit wizard.
At this moment, Shan Hai Jing suddenly said something unexpectedly, "The Mongolian spirit witchcraft has run out of oil and the lamp has dried up."
The fairy's thoughts were suddenly interrupted: "So?"
The scriptures of mountains and seas are astonishing: [She just performed a divination on the host and it was backfired. She will not survive tonight]
'That's when she suddenly knocked over the incense burner just now?'
【Yes Host】
Okay, no wonder the face of the Mongolian spirit wizard suddenly became so scary.
Shan Hai Jing couldn’t understand, [Host, why didn’t you tell the truth to the Mongolian spirit wizard? Wouldn’t it be better for everyone to work together to rescue the master? 】
Shan Hai Jing's thoughts are as innocent as a child's.
Thinking of having a long speech, the fairy simply walked to the cliff and found a stable stone to sit on.
Staring at the somewhat turbulent stream under the cliff, the fairy slowly said in his heart: "The Mongolian spirit shaman and Ziqin are different."
Shanhai: "?"
The fairy wanted to cultivate an "innocent" Shan Hai Jing, so she explained in detail: "If I tell her the truth, she will definitely kill me immediately."
【Host, why are you so sure?】
"Because I have no ties with the Mongolian people. And because Ji Meng is about to die, and his vitality is quickly dissipating. And you are a divine weapon. If you bind Ji Meng, you can at least save his life."
[Ji Meng is about to die?] Shan Hai Jing is very confused.
The fairy took out two dragon scales from Cang Yu's bracelet: "Look, is there a big difference between these two dragon scales?"
Shan Hai Jing felt it carefully, [the difference is quite big]
"Really? There is one area that has almost no spiritual power, and..."
The fairy rubbed the light-colored one: "This dragon scale is very rough, and there is no flesh and blood attached to the roots. It fell off naturally, and was not torn off alive. You know under what circumstances, creatures
Will the scales fall off naturally?"
In the past, the Classic of Mountains and Seas sealed the evil beasts that had so many things to do, how could they have time to observe why their scales fell off!
So it made a loud sound and said: [Host, I don’t know]
The fairy lay on her back on the cliff covered with sunshine. She stared at the dazzling sun above her head and whispered: "Death, illness, and aging may cause the scales of living creatures to fall off, but Ji Menggui is a mythical beast, so it is impossible for him to do so."
Suffering from illness and aging.”
All that's left is death.
[Is that why the host immediately decided to follow the Lin Beastmen to Longxi Mountain? 】
The fairy suddenly laughed: "Yes! Our trip was not in vain, was it?" At least she finally confirmed her suspicions and got Taoyan's information.
[Host, there is one more thing I don’t understand.] Shan Hai Jing said a lot today.
"You ask."
[Why are you so sure that the Mongolian spirit shaman did not divine your secret? 】
Fairy spirit: "..."
With a long sigh, the fairy couldn't figure out why the world's top artifact was so stupid? How did the beast god teach his younger brother?
She doubted the intelligence of the legendary beast god.
Although she was speechless, the fairy really needed to rely on the golden finger of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, so she explained patiently: "If she knew that there was a parasitic insect king in my body, she would have laid a dragnet as early as Shilinchuan.
If I kill him, it will be impossible for me to enter Longxi Mountain smoothly."
Classic of Mountains and Seas:……
Well, it finally admitted that its IQ is indeed inferior to its host.
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The Mongolian spirit witch is like a weathered candle, hunched in front of a broken incense burner. At this moment, her hair mixed with black hair has turned completely white, and even her clear eyes have become cloudy.
Staring blankly at the incense burner in front of her, she suddenly coughed violently.
"Lord Spirit Witch!" the maid exclaimed.
The spirit witch waved her hand to indicate that I was fine, and she said slowly and in a long voice: "Go and boil some hot water, I'm a little thirsty."
"Yes, Master Ling Wu." Seeing the haggard look of Ling Wu, the maid's eyes were a little moist.
The maid's footsteps gradually walked away, and the Mongolian spirit wizard finally opened his slightly trembling palm. In the black blood, there was a dried insect that had no breath of life.
The spirit witch's still calm expression suddenly became unbearable, and a tear rolled down his furrowed cheek.
This insect is the bloodline beast of the Mongolian spirit shaman, and it has a special talent for divination.
However, it was invincible in the past, but it suffered repeated backlash when it divined the human girl just now.
This is the second failure that the Mongolian spirit wizard has experienced with the fairy spirit.
The first time she tried divination, her fortunes were all gone overnight; the second time, when she learned that Master Ji Meng's time was running out, she was unwilling to try again, but she couldn't even save her life that was about to run out.
Keep.
The black blood from the corner of his mouth was flowing more and more, and the Mongolian spirit wizard knew that his life was passing quickly.
"Go and call Meng Ya." She breathed heavily and said slowly to the next spirit wizard who had tears streaming down his face inside the tent curtain.
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In the valley where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant, the fairy suddenly heard an extremely ethereal and melodious sound of musical instruments. The sound seemed to be calling her, tempting her to go and see what was going on.
The fairy used the search skill very vigilantly, and the location of the piano sound reflected in her mind was a small blue dot.
'Can these scaly Mongolian men still play the piano?'
The fairy followed the location of the piano sound and groped curiously.
From a distance, she saw a man with silver hair and white clothes in the peach blossom forest, sitting on the ground holding a harp and playing music.
Beautiful music like the sounds of nature flowed out from his fingertips.
The fairy heard a rustling sound coming from the peach blossom forest. One after another, small animals poked their heads out of the grass, and then cautiously surrounded him.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp." Birds were constantly attracted by the man's music, and then fluttered their wings and landed on the branches of the peach blossom tree.
The sound of the piano becomes more and more melodious and soothing.
The fairy's eyes unconsciously fell on the man's slender and straight back. She could see the white light lingering on his body, making him look cold and sacred.
This is a young man who, just by looking at his back, can be thought of as a young man who is unparalleled in the world and a stranger like jade.
Looking at the mesmerizing little animals surrounding him, the fairy felt that something was wrong. For some reason, something seemed to cast a spell on her footsteps, and she couldn't bear to move away for a long time.
A voice suddenly rose in the fairy's heart that was definitely not in line with her character.
'Everyone has a love for beauty, let alone listening to a piece of music that can make people happy physically and mentally. I should stay where I am and enjoy it quietly before leaving.'
Thin beads of cold sweat broke out from the fairy's forehead, 'Big mountain?' the fairy shouted in his heart.
However, Shan Hai Jing sighed like an idiot: [Host, the sound of this piano is so beautiful, we should listen to it before leaving.]
Fairy:!
The man, who exuded a cool and warm aura like an immortal, seemed to have not noticed anyone straying into his territory. He kept beating on the strings with his slender fingers.
As the music became louder and louder, the little animals became completely drunk and staggered around one after another.