Song Wan'er laughed awkwardly, and her hands gradually took off her orange clothes, revealing the head of a big black mouse.
"I am not very sure……"
Dong Yiyi frowned, Shen Yunyang also looked at her in shock, and asked directly: "Aren't you from the Eastern Region? The most famous ones in the Eastern Region are weapon refining and formation, you Don’t you understand the use of the formation eye? This is the most basic knowledge.”
Jiang Su's eyes flashed, and his mind turned a thousand times. He seemed to suddenly remember something, and said quietly from the side: "Miss Song's accent is not like that of people from the Eastern Region... I participated in a competition in the inner city of Zhongdu a few days ago. At the wedding banquet, the bride under the red hijab is also named Song Wan'er, and she has the same name as Miss Song. What a coincidence."
She only said what a coincidence, not guessing, and led others to their own imagination.
Song Wan'er never thought that her true identity would be revealed by an immortal she didn't know at all. In her mind, the Eastern Region was already a very far away place. It was a place she would never reach in this life.
Song Wan'er hesitated, her face was pale, her lips were pale, her teeth were loose and then clenched as she was about to speak.
When Dong Yiyi and Shen Yunyang heard Jiang Su's words, they naturally and tacitly figured out part of the plot.
It turns out that she is a young lady from a wealthy family in Zhongdu. No wonder her cultivation is so bad.
"The most urgent thing is to leave here first, and then we can talk about other things later." Dong Yiyi made the decision first, suddenly lifted up the orange clothes covering the big black mouse, and stabbed it with a sword.
She didn't prepare anything for anyone.
Suddenly, a bright white light appeared. The dungeon was instantly reduced to rubble, and all the surrounding walls collapsed.
The monks nearby immediately realized that the formation was broken, and they all calmed down and held their breath, and the spiritual energy around their bodies surged towards everyone's spiritual orifices.
"The formation is broken! Hahahahahaha, why do we need to avoid fighting! Come on, when I recover my strength, I will demolish this dungeon and the city lord's mansion!"
A monk's voice was rough, and his heroic words resounded throughout the ruins that were on the verge of collapse.
He saw green spiritual energy gathering around him to form a vortex as high as a person, surrounding him. He felt the spiritual energy surrounding him, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"The evil-breaking stick!"
All their magic weapons were taken away, and now they regained their spiritual power. When they summoned them, the magic weapons actually burst out from under the dungeon where they were previously.
This man holds a long staff in his hand and can cut through the wind and dust.
Other monks also absorbed the spiritual energy in the air, and the magical weapons buried underground flew out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a rain. Broken iron bars and sunken stone floors.
At this moment, Jiang Su felt an inexplicable throbbing in her heart, and her heartbeat and pulse were beating violently.
"Obviously we are facing a scene where many monks are recovering their spiritual power and full of vitality. How can I be so uneasy?"
"What's going on...did I forget something?"
The girl in green clothes dodged the falling rocks and was puzzled.
Dong Yiyi did not return to the ground immediately, she was rushing towards the first dungeon.
"Susu! Come and help me! The dungeon in front is full of ordinary people!!! Now that the dungeon has collapsed, they may not be able to escape!"
Dong Yiyi had an anxious look on his face, and without saying a word, he opened the two iron gates on the left and right that were still sealed with a single stroke of his sword.
She said to the familiar old woman inside: "Hurry up. If you don't want to run, just hold on to the yellow talisman I put in your hand!"
Her voice is rare and high-pitched, and she sings loudly in the winter moon, her body is cold and her body is warm.
The old woman could already feel the earth shaking around her. She accurately opened her eyelid this time and looked feebly at the sword-wielding immortal in white.
The voice was old and helpless: "You go, we can't leave..."
Dong Yiyi said anxiously: "How come you can't leave! Either hold on to me and I will take you away, or hold on to the yellow talisman!"
Obviously as long as she wants, she can leave in an instant!
The old woman tried her best to push away Dong Yiyi's outstretched hand. Her helplessness turned into disgust, and she spat on Dong Yiyi's body.
"Oh, don't touch me. We will die here because you collapsed the dungeon. Now that our home is gone, what's the point of living for us!"
Dong Yiyi looked blankly at her hand that was pushed away, and there was a sticky white liquid stuck to the hem of her clothes. She glanced at the old woman again with a solemn expression.
The old woman's eyes were filled with disgust and no pretense.
This old woman is no longer pretending, she really hates monks...
At the same time, Jiang Su hurriedly caught up with Dong Yiyi, and she heard the conversation between this man and the young senior sister.
Without any extra movement, the girl grabbed Dong Yiyi's arm, blocked the young senior sister's sight with her own body, and led her straight to the entrance of the dungeon.
"Senior sister, don't worry about it." Jiang Su took Dong Yiyi's fingertips and kneaded, and her white clothes took on a new look.
Dong Yiyi gritted her teeth and didn't look back after hearing the words, letting Jiang Su take her away. The first lesson of a monk's training is to learn how to clean up the snow on your own. She, Dong Yiyi, will not save those who are seeking their own death.
Jiang Su's expression was cold, his almond-shaped eyes were slightly larger than usual when he was lazy, and his pupils were particularly hollow. As his eyelids stiffened, his eyes were slightly red.
She didn't want to cry...she was furious.
"Hee hee, how dare they do this to my little senior sister, hee hee hahahahahahahaha"
"They all deserve to die."
He had already inadvertently taken action and cut the arteries in front of his neck one after another along the cell. The blood condensed the soil into blood clots while the dust was flying.
After the two people left, the old woman no longer forced her eyes open. She used her ears to enjoy the sound of the surrounding bricks hitting the ground. Sometimes they were crisp and solid, and sometimes they sounded dull like grinding meat.
She can't leave. What kind of old woman is she? She is a big girl who was sold by her father in just twenty years old...
What will happen if I go out? If I go out, I will look old and worthless, and I will starve to death on the streets. This will become the scene I fear most when I wake up in the middle of the night.
Covered in dirt, he collapsed on the street and was driven away by businessmen. His cheeks were exposed with red and yellow flesh and black skin covered with white maggots.
White maggots, rotten me.
"Whoosh——"
A sharp sound of fighting pierced the sky and resounded in the already half-deaf ears.
Blood sprayed on the big stone that had just fallen in front of him, like sand flowing into the river, and it has been silent since then.
"..."
Quesha is an extremely obedient hatchet. It will move according to Jiang Su's will. But it is too obedient. Sometimes Jiang Su doesn't even need to expend spiritual power to control it, it has already chopped the spiritual material.
Apart from bamboo, Kusha doesn't like to chop bamboo. What he likes most is... chopping people.
Jiang Su didn't know whether it was intelligent or not. This medium-grade magic weapon given to him by his father would never communicate with him.
If you can't communicate, it doesn't mean you have a spiritual intelligence. If the six-turn furnace responds to itself, then it truly has a spiritual intelligence.
Jiang Su felt the red water spraying horizontally from the ground in the distance, and the redness in his eyes was as rich as cinnabar.
"They are all dead. When their life span is up, they should no longer live."
"If we save them, it won't help. How many more days can they survive?"
These people were sucked out of life by the formation, and they were already dying. They were just hanging on to survive. Now that the dungeon has collapsed, they are unwilling to escape, and they have chosen the path of death themselves and suffer the consequences.
Jiang Su believed that he helped them choose euthanasia.
No, it may not be comfortable.
"They actually vomited on the little senior sister... They deserve to die!!! It's hard for them to be happy!"
Jiang Su's breathing gradually became faster. When she and her junior sister escaped from the city lord's mansion and landed on the street, her fingertips were already trembling slightly.
She...killed someone again...
"How could...I..."
She quickly let go of Dong Yiyi's hand and looked in the opposite direction as if unintentionally.
After turning around, she saw Song Wan'er.
The eldest lady of the Song family, the scholarly capital of the cabinet, was looking at her with extremely frightened eyes.
The corners of Jiang Su's lips are slightly hooked, and her eyes are full of meaning.