Mu Wanqing looked at the list and found that the last name on the list had been torn in half, "Who is the last one? Why does it only have a last name?"
"Let me see, Sun... Sun, it seems to be called Sun Suyi, and it's not all the fault of the old lady. I was asking about the opera singer, and the old lady came over, so I asked her about it, and she took it
You looked at my list for a long time without saying anything, and you already know what happened next." Lu Junying took out the list in Mu Wanqing's hand and began to recall.
"I took this piece of paper from the old lady. Fortunately, I am quick, otherwise, all my work this day would have been in vain."
Lu Junying saw Mu Wanqing tapping her index and middle fingers back and forth on the table, and moved to sit next to her, "It seems there is a clue? Tell me."
"Okay, but you have to survive tonight." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Wanqing ducked behind the pillar.
Two kitchen knives flew in from outside the door and slashed across Lu Junying's cheek, leaving a trace of blood. The closed door was also knocked to the ground by the kitchen knives.
"Grass mud horse, are you serious? If I hadn't escaped this moment, I might have died." Lu Junying walked toward the door angrily, drew out his sword, and looked like he was going to fight to the death.
Mu Wanqing stuck her head out and looked outside, and immediately retracted in fear. This was simply an ancient version of zombies. They were so dense and scary that she even suffered from trypophobia.
There were too many people, and Lu Junying was afraid it would be too much for her alone. Mu Wanqing took a few deep breaths and bit her lower lip with her teeth. The pain stimulated her brain and made her more awake. The green light flashed in her hand.
Mu Wanqing waved his right hand into the air, and the green light condensed in his hand transformed into a long green vine in the direction of the wave.
Mu Wanqing used the rattan in his hand to temporarily resist most of the manipulated corpses for Lu Junying, while Lu Junying released the flames in his palms as quickly as possible to burn the corpses.
"It's too much, I can't hold it back! If I continue like this, I will die from exhaustion." The flame in Lu Junying's hand began to become unstable, flickering brightly and dimly.
"Didn't you say that immortal cultivators have good physical strength? Men cannot say that they are not good at it!"
Hearing that Mu Wanqing had praised Haikou before laughing at him, Lu Junying was like a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his pain, so he gritted his teeth and planned to hold on for a while longer.
Is there such a big difference between a new foundation and a foundation that is close to the golden elixir? Mu Wanqing's use of spiritual power was far shorter than that of Lu Junying, but she had been using her body to support it.
These manipulated corpses are burned one after another, and they go on and on endlessly.
Mu Wanqing used herself as bait, and the zombies seemed to know that they could not get any benefit from Lu Junying, so they formed a circle and gradually approached Mu Wanqing.
Mu Wanqing took out the talisman given to her by Fang Mu, and the spiritual power flowed from her fingertips. The next second she appeared outside the circle, and another spirit gathering talisman was also thrown to the peach tree in the distance at this moment.
The ring finger and little finger of Mu Wanqing's hands were crossed, and the thumb, index finger and middle finger were touching each other, pointing towards the zombies. The branches and teeth of the peach tree thickened and lengthened in a moment, wrapping around the arms, waist and legs of the zombies from the outside.
Until they are entangled into rice dumplings and cannot move.
"Lu Junying!"
"Got it!" Lu Junying bit his index finger and drew a talisman on the palm of his left hand that could instantly increase his ability to release fire dozens of times.
With the cooperation of the two of them, this large group of zombies all turned into charred corpses.
The two of them just breathed a sigh of relief when Lu Junying's body seemed to be out of control and he swung his sword towards Mu Wanqing, "Get out of the way."
Mu Wanqing drew his sword to deflect Lu Junying's stabbing sword, and kept a safe enough distance from Lu Junying, "Can a living person control it? Trouble!"
Just singing in the distance, no enemy figures were seen, Lu Junying was manipulated like this, making Mu Wanqing uneasy, and he did not dare to approach at will, so he had to keep dodging.
The sound of the opera disappeared last night just as the rooster crows. In other words, as long as she uses delaying tactics, she will be safe until the rooster crows.
It's just that with my current physical condition, it's 100% too much for me to play a war of attrition. Maybe, if I'm not careful, I will be controlled.
By then, no one will really come to save them.
With her strong desire to survive, Mu Wanqing miraculously resisted until the chicken crowed and the people dispersed. Besides the controlled enemy, Lu Junying also disappeared.
Her sixth sense told her that there was not much time left for her. She must find out all the truth and find the enemy before the next night, otherwise there would be Lu Junying among the walking corpses tonight.
Mu Wanqing looked tired. Although he was standing, his whole body was shaking like pampas grass blown by the wind.
"We can't go on like this..." Mu Wanqing rubbed his temples and remembered that there was a bottle of Xingshen Pills in his bag, so he staggered towards the house.
After taking the Xingshen Pills, Mu Wanqing became energetic again, and the fatigue on his face temporarily disappeared. He hung a sword on his waist and held two kitchen knives taken from the corpses that attacked them, and he was full of anger.
Go to the house where the housekeeper lives.
Mu Wanqing dragged the housekeeper who was knocked unconscious by her towards the place where Mrs. Qian lived. No one knew what Mu Wanqing did.
The cleaning servants only knew that Madam had looked like she had lost her soul since they saw her in the morning, and she looked even paler and scarier than when the Master died.
"Butterfly lead, here you come." Mu Wanqing bit her middle finger, and the spiritual power condensed in the middle finger, and finally turned into a coquettish red butterfly with the help of Mu Wanqing's drop of blood.
Mu Wanqing followed the flight of the butterfly, and the shovel dragged behind him left a deep mark on the barren land, leading the red butterfly to finally stop in front of the wordless wooden sign, where all its spiritual power had dissipated.
"Found it." Mu Wanqing waved the shovel and dug towards the grave.
From the moment the ground was broken, Mu Wanqing could clearly feel the cold wind blowing around her, which made her even more convinced that she had found the right place.
Mu Wanqing had just finished prying the nails firmly on the coffin and was about to open the coffin. The sky changed drastically. The cold wind blowing from her back made her tremble. When she turned around, she saw that she was in the Qian Mansion.
That masked man who sang opera in the middle of the night.
"Mr. Suyi, I am eager to save people, so I have no choice but to do this. Please forgive me." Mu Wanqing bowed her hands to the masked man and kicked the shovel away from her.
"You know everything?" Seeing that Mu Wanqing's attitude was quite good, the masked man did not immediately get angry and pursue the matter.
Mu Wanqing shook his head, "I just know a general idea. Only those of you who have experienced it will know the details."
The story of Sun Suyi begins twenty-five years ago.
Twenty-five years ago, the Sun Opera Troupe came to Qingchuan for the first time. Sun Suyi, who made her debut on stage, became famous overnight with her amazing voice.
Within two years, the theater troupe, which was about to be disbanded, became richer and richer with the support of Sun Suyi. Many noble people traveled across mountains and rivers to hear one of Mr. Sun's plays.
The turning point of things began when Sun Suyi was invited by the Qian Mansion to celebrate the birthday of the Qian family's young master.
Yes, the Qian family had a young master named Qian Yu, but he died too young and was never seen by the servants who later came to the Qian Mansion. In addition, the average life expectancy here is about forty, and fifty or sixty is considered a rare longevity.
, it is normal for the younger generation in Qingchuan not to know.
