"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, foro, , I that's useless. I'm useless. I've obviously condensed Qi Hai, but I still can't help my brother."
"Brother, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, wuwuwu..."
Jiang Wuji heard his sister's sobbing, and at the same time, his heart palpitations disappeared at this time.
Jiang Wuji, who regained control of his body, pulled off the red hijab on his head, reached out to wipe the tears from his sister's face, and said with a smile: "Didn't I tell you that I was fine? Why are you crying?"
"I know brother can't hear. I'm sorry, brother. I will definitely find someone to heal your ears." Xiaoyu said while crying, looking distressed.
"Who said I can't hear?" Jiang Wuji gently pinched his sister's cheek.
The girl was stunned for a moment, and shouted with some uncertainty: "Brother?"
"Why."
"Brother! Are you really not deaf?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Jiang Wuji didn't know how many times he had said this.
The girl's body was trembling, and tears were flowing out. Just when Jiang Wuji wanted to say a few more words of comfort, the girl rushed forward, hugged Jiang Wuji's neck tightly, and cried bitterly.
Jiang Wuji was stunned, then he patted the girl's back gently and comforted her: "Okay, brother is really fine. Don't cry. It's over."
Then Jiang Wuji took out two small green pills, took one himself, and gave one to his sister.
It's just that the healing medicine given by Li Changfeng was said to be for emergencies, but I didn't expect it to be actually used.
After the girl's mood stabilized, Jiang Wuji picked up the bronze bell, which was about the same size as an adult's head, and looked at it carefully.
The surface of the black copper bell is engraved with dark golden lines, with a very abstract eye engraved in the middle. The inner wall of the bronze bell is engraved with dark golden swastikas.
Now Jiang Wuji no longer has the slightest fear about the bronze bell, because when he was wearing the red hijab just now, the female corpse with small feet not only healed his ears, but also refined the bronze bell.
Although he didn't know how the female body with small feet was refined, for Jiang Wuji, his relationship with this bronze bell was like recognizing its owner with a drop of blood.
With a thought, the bronze bell shrank to the size of only half a hand.
The name of this thing is the Vaishvah Bell, and it can be roughly divided into three ways of use.
One is when a foreign magic weapon is struck, it will emit an indiscriminate sonic attack, but it will not have any impact on the owner.
The second is to make the Brahma Bell bigger and use the Brahma Bell's hardness to trap the opponent, or to cover oneself to resist external attacks.
The last method is the method used by the old monk. He enlarges the Brahma Bell and covers himself, and then practices inside it, along with regular and pious offerings of incense. Over time, the body can become one with the Vishal Brahma Bell.
At that time, the body will be a copper bell. Whether it is sonic attack or eye-catching defense, it can be directly attached to the body, and a third eye can also be produced.
This is the strongest method of the Vishaval Bell, but Jiang Wuji would definitely not choose this method. Looking at the appearance of the old monk, can he still be called a human after being integrated with the Vishaval Bell?
Isn't this the extent of evil spirits?
Hanging the shrunken Brahma Bell on his waist, Jiang Wuji used his fingers to feel Cao Li's breath.
"Still alive!"
Jiang Wuji stuffed the healing medicine given by Li Changfeng into Cao Li's mouth and shook his head vigorously.
Jiang Wuji has a certain responsibility for Cao Li's current situation. To put it bluntly, Cao Li almost died.
Jiang Wuji's original plan was to let Cao Li deal with the two ninth-grade warriors, while he hid first and waited for the opportunity to act in case there were other dangers in the team, such as the murderer of Master Qiu.
It's just that I only guessed half of it. The old monk's method was too weird. In comparison, my eighth-level god refining method was not much different from that of a martial artist.
Now that there is an extra Vaishnava Bell, it will be possible to use more methods in the future.
Then Jiang Wuji went straight to the carriage where Zhang Ming was sitting. When he opened the curtain, the situation inside was just as Jiang Wuji imagined.
Zhang Ming is dead. As an ordinary person, he simply cannot bear the sound of those bells.
His eyes turned white, his orifices were bleeding, and he could no longer die.
Judging from the mess inside the carriage and the bloody scratches, Zhang Ming also suffered tremendous pain before his death.
Putting down the curtain, Jiang Wuji rubbed his face vigorously.
"Zhang Ming is dead and Poisonous Fire Insect has not appeared. It is impossible to find Master Qiu's murderer from here."
"But this old monk..."
"This old monk just mentioned Wuyuan and claimed to be Wuyuan's master."
"In the name of providing relief, Wuyuan is actually doing shameful things in that ruined temple."
"According to previous inferences, Wuyuan may be working with Qi Yongyan, and they want to kill Murong Wanfeng."
"Now this old monk is with Zhang Ming again. If they all know about it..."
"The county guard is related to Zhang Ming, Zhang Ming is related to the old monk, the old monk is related to Wuyuan, and Wuyuan is related to Qi Yongyan..."
"No, no, if you want to put it this way, wouldn't the county guard have known that Qi Yongyan wanted to kill Murong Wanfeng?"
"Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds. No matter how bastard the county guard is, he can't ask someone to kill his own daughter."
"The inference that there must be a link is wrong."
The events that were about to be connected together fell apart and became more and more confusing, but Jiang Wuji still felt like he was stuck in a quagmire.
"Brother, what should we do next?" Jiang Zhiyu, who looked a little better, asked softly.
Jiang Wuji temporarily put away his messy thoughts and glanced at the horses that died violently.
The horses are dead and Cao Li is still unconscious. It is impossible to carry him back to Lecheng...
Regardless of whether we were tired or not, without horses, we would definitely not be able to reach Lecheng before dark.
It would be even more troublesome if you encounter something strange when you are exhausted in the middle.
After thinking about it, Jiang Wuji said: "Let's sort it out. Let's spend the night in the carriage and see when Cao Li wakes up."
"Okay." The girl responded.
Next, Jiang Wuji pulled the carriage far away, away from the corpses, and then threw Cao Li into the carriage.
Just in case, the three of them piled into a carriage and waited for one night.
Don't worry about dry food and water, Zhang Ming and the others brought plenty. In addition, Jiang Wuji dismantled a carriage, lit it with fire sticks, and made a bonfire to dispel the darkness and cold of the night.
In the carriage, Jiang Wuji covered his sister with a furry blanket, "You can sleep for a while, I'll keep watch."
"Brother, you can go to sleep, I'll keep watch all night." Jiang Zhiyu said.
Jiang Wuji smiled and pinched his sister's cheek, and said: "I can only breathe at night, and I am already an eighth-level god-refiner, so I have a certain awareness of the surrounding situation. You can go to sleep, and I will keep vigil at night to practice breathing.
"
Her clear eyes turned, and the girl nodded obediently and said, "Okay then."
As night falls, everything is silent.
Jiang Wuji was sitting cross-legged in the front room of the carriage. Under the light of the fire, his facial features, as if carved by a knife, flickered in and out.
He didn't know when Jiang Wuji suddenly heard a rustling sound, but nothing happened within his range of perception.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the dark canyon. The sound seemed to be coming from the front, and the bodies of the soldiers and the old monk were also in that direction.
Uneasiness emerged in my heart.
So Jiang Wuji jumped off the carriage, picked out a piece of firewood from the fire, and threw it in that direction.
"Hoo~ho~ho~"
The firewood rotated, drew an arc in mid-air, and landed next to a corpse.
The flames dancing on the firewood began to get smaller, and the light became lighter and brighter, but Jiang Wuji breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the corpse.
This world is full of weirdness. Originally, those corpses should have been burned during the day, but fortunately, the corpses were still there, and nothing happened...
And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of gravel colliding!
The flame in the distance extinguished immediately, at the last moment when the firelight disappeared.
The body next to the firewood was dragged away by something!