Red Heart Survey

Senhaiyuanjie couldn't get rid of the gloom during the day, and it was even darker at night.

In the pitch-black night, the red spot of Shenlong Incense is particularly eye-catching.

In the darkness, Su Qiyun's voice sounded: "Isn't Yan Xiao already dead? Why do we still need some incense?"

Jiang Wang put Qing Qishu on the ground, and a flame blossomed from the tip of his index finger, floating lightly in the air.

The flames brought light, reflecting the faces of Su Qiyun and Wu Quji flickering.

"Yan Xiao is dead, but the 'Invasion of the Night' may not have disappeared." Jiang Wang said.

According to the information collected by Su Qiyun, Yan Xiao is closely related to the 'Invasion of the Night', and it is even very possible that Yan Xiao created the 'Invasion of the Night'.

But the question is, where does the information Su Qiyun collects come from?

Come from the bookstore of the Senhai Saint Clan.

In other words, if you think about it in the dark, if the Senhai Saints want her to find out something, she can only find out what.

As for the truth... who knows?

"I don't understand what you mean." Su Qiyun obviously couldn't accept it.

She managed to find out the culprit of the 'Invasion of the Night', and came to the Forest of Hanging Skulls, desperately avenging Xiaoyu.

Now Jiang Wang said that Yan Xiao died, and the 'Invasion of the Night' might not have disappeared.

Doesn't that mean that everything she did was useless?

Just as Jiang Wang was about to explain, Wu Quji suddenly interrupted them.

"Did you find out just now..." His voice was a bit puzzled: "The swallow's nest seems to have disappeared?"

The flame flower that Jiang Wang released just now was small in size, and only illuminated the three people approaching.

Hearing what Wu Quji said at this moment, the flames suddenly swelled up and rose in mid-air, clearly illuminating the open space in front of the wooden house.

In Jiang Wang's hands, the Taoism of Yanhua has already been well-versed.

At this moment, they could clearly see that under the eaves of the wooden house, the nest where Yan Xiao lived had indeed disappeared!

Jiang Wang was in a hurry to light the dragon incense just now, but didn't notice this. Su Qiyun was also thinking about why Jiang Wang turned back, but Wu Quji observed it more carefully.

"What's the situation? Is Yan Xiao alive? Or resurrected?" Su Qiyun frowned.

"No, it's dead. It's not resurrected either."

Jiang Wang looked at his storage box and said, "My Yan Xiao's beak is still there. According to records, if Yan Xiao is resurrected, its previous 'corpse' will also disappear."

Su Qiyun observed her surroundings vigilantly: "Then who can explain why Yan Nest disappeared? Is there anyone here besides us just now?"

"I can't explain it now, and I'm as confused as you are." Jiang Wang said, letting go of the doubts in his heart, and walked into the wooden house: "Since you're back, go in and have a look."

In the depths of the hanging head forest stands a wooden house, and Yan Xiao lives under the eaves of the wooden house.

Just like the common swallows in front of Tang family.

The night fell early today, Yan Xiao died, but Yan Chao suddenly disappeared.

This is undeniably disturbing.

The unknown is the greatest terror.

Neither Wu Quji nor Su Qiyun were people who had never seen horror, but at this time they couldn't help following Jiang Wang, unwilling to stay outside the house alone.

A flame flower is always floating in front, like a lantern.

The first place to come in is the main room. The layout has already been seen outside during the day, with simple stools and wooden tables.

Nothing has changed since I came in.

There is a room on the left and right, separated by a curtain.

Jiang Wang raised his sword and looked at them separately. One was the kitchen with a stove and firewood, and the other was the bedroom with a wooden bed.

Nothing else.

Very ordinary very ordinary wooden house.

Perhaps the only unusual thing is that it appeared in the Forest of Hanging Skulls.

Jiang Wang sat down on the bench in the main room without saying anything.

Fireworks hang over the wooden table like a chandelier.

Wu Quji sat opposite him: "Your Taoism is very convenient. If everyone is like you, hanging lamps will not be sold."

The two of them were sitting on both sides of the wooden table, while Su Qiyun walked around and chose to sit on the opposite side of the main entrance, obviously unwilling to turn her back to the night outside the door.

The reason why Yanhua can act as a lantern is because of its superb stability.

It doesn't mean that you can control Yuanli at will, just gather a group of fireballs-it is true that it can also illuminate, but the constant loss of Yuanli will definitely make the caster miserable.

Su Qiyun glanced at him, and said: "The unique Taoism of Zuo Guanglie, the Great Chu, is much more precious than hanging lanterns."

In order to ease the uneasiness, Wu Quji casually brought up a topic, and she cooperated.

"Ah." Wu Quji muffled, "I don't know."

Zuo Guanglie is indeed a generation of proud figures, but not everyone has heard of it. Especially if he was born in a small sect like Jinzhenmen, the forces in Qi State alone were enough for him to have a headache.

He asked Jiang Wang directly: "Aren't you the real baron of our Qi State? Why do you still have a relationship with Chu State?"

"It's just a Taoism, it's nothing to do with it. And Yanhua has already been deciphered by many people."

Jiang Wang didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he changed the topic: "The night in Senhaiyuan is very dangerous. Instead of going out and taking risks in unknown places, it's better to stay here. If there is any situation, we will observe it at dawn tomorrow."

Jiang Wang thought clearly.

The biggest danger in the Forest of Hanging Skulls is undoubtedly Yan Xiao. Now Yan Xiao is completely dead. Compared with other places in Senhaiyuan, this place is safer.

The mysterious disappearance of Swallow's Nest is of course a matter of note, but it is not wise to pursue clues on such a night.

Jiang Wang chose to brake quietly, patiently stay in the wooden house for one night, and wait until dawn before taking action. It was a prudent and prudent choice.

He has even started to prepare for practice.

Wu Quji had nothing to do, he used a golden needle to pull out and insert it on the wooden table, as if he was experimenting with something.

Su Qiyun looked at him and said, "Jiang Daoyou, earlier you said that Yan Xiao was dead, but the 'Invasion of the Night' may not have disappeared. What do you mean by that?"

Jiang Wang knew that if she didn't satisfy her question, she would definitely have trouble going through it. After thinking about it, she said: "The old priest told me a story, and she said that this story should not be heard by other members of the Holy Race. Now that Qishu is dead, I should I can tell you about it."

He picked and told about the "predecessor" monk Guan Yan.

"Unexpectedly, there are such strange men in the Buddhist sect." Su Qiyun was obviously moved by this story, and she was deeply moved: "This is how the 'Xianghun' tradition of the Senhai Saint Clan came about. It is indeed embarrassing. No wonder Qing Qishu... ..."

Wu Quji's perspective is different: "The sect gave him so many resources, let him practice, let him be extraordinary, but he succeeded in cultivation, but he was in another world, unable to miss a woman. How can he be worthy of his background? Zongmen? How can he be worthy of all the resources he has consumed?"

The different origins of the two people determine their different angles of thinking. These are one of the world's conditions, and sometimes it's hard to tell right from wrong.

Jiang Wang pondered his own observations, and talked about the reason why he told this story: "From the stories told by the priests of the holy clan, combined with their history. We can know that Yan Xiao appeared about 800 years ago. , the "sacrifice of the head" occurred in the land of the shadow of the gods. After that, more than 500 years ago, under the leadership of Guan Yan, it evolved into the tradition of "Xianghun."

"Have you ever thought about what happened during the nearly three hundred years?" Jiang Wang asked.