A chill flashed across his back, and Huang Beiyue said, "What about the golden bird? Is what you said true?"
"I have read through all the classics in Guangyao Palace, and I should be right." Meng Qitian hissed, turning his head to look at Zhizhi, "No need for stitches, this wound will heal on its own."
Zhizhi held a threaded embroidery needle and looked at him with firm eyes: The needle must be stitched!
"Really no, thank you." Meng Qitian quickly pulled up his clothes, otherwise he would be sewn by this little ball. It would be too much of a loss!
Zhizhi jumped into Huang Beiyue's arms, raised his head, and complained to her. Huang Beiyue rubbed his head and put him back into the spirit beast space.
She stood up, turned her wrist, and said with cold eyes: "Then let's take action!"
Meng Qitian stood up holding the chair, looked at her and said with a smile: "Do you seem to have anything else to ask me about spiritualism?"
Huang Beiyue lowered her head and looked at her hands, opening and closing her fingers, and said, "There must be some mystery in this."
"As for Mo Lian's spiritualism, he is a man of darkness and can recall souls at will. However, the souls summoned do not belong to him. If he wants to redeem the dead from hell forever, he must use some
To exchange things.”
"In exchange for what?" Huang Beiyue was a little curious.
Meng Qitian said: "You know this is a fate-changing thing. The redeemed soul will not have an afterlife, and Mo Lian will have to use his remaining life in exchange, and his soul will be scattered after death."
"I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Huang Beiyue's expression was quite calm. She had never been one to let herself have extravagant hopes. "To get something, you must pay something else. It is only fair that the exchange is of equal value.
"
"That's it." Meng Qitian seemed to be relieved, "Let the dead person leave, maybe the next life will be better."
Huang Beiyue smiled, summoned Xiaohu, and ordered: "Stay with Meng Qitian or let him die!"
Meng Qitian said: "I'm not that weak!"
"The next thing depends on you. I don't like taking risks." Huang Beiyue said lightly, patted Xiaohu's head and said, "When you grow up, I know you won't let me down."
Xiaohu let out a 'woo' and rubbed his face against her palm. He was so coquettish for such a big man, which made Meng Qitian burst into laughter.
"Be good." Huang Beiyue patted his face, turned around and disappeared from the window.
Meng Qitian had found a way to break the barriers everywhere in Guangyao Palace. With his familiarity from living in Guangyao Palace since he was a child, it would not take much effort to do these things.
So, it's nice to have a traitor.
She sneaked into the Red Lotus Temple, but Red Lotus was not inside. After a moment of hesitation, she immediately went straight to the Light Temple.
The people who were in the way were almost eliminated by Meng Qitian, and the journey was smooth.
She pushed open the door of the Temple of Light and walked in. The gorgeous firelight illuminated her eyes. She glanced coldly at the quiet surroundings, then raised her head and looked towards the end of the light.
There was a vague figure behind the curtain, but she could tell at a glance that it was not the Holy King.
She slowed down her pace, walked up step by step, and said coldly: "When did the Holy Lord actually like to play tricks of pretending to be a ghost?"
The person behind the curtain didn't respond, so she strode forward, opened the curtain, her eyes condensed, and she felt a chill in her heart!
