brother is right

Chapter 99

The voice rang out, making Zhang Feixuan and Wang Qi orthodox stunned.

Can this ghostly wind really imitate human speech?

They thought the wind sounded like human words.

Seeing the black wind passing by the town but unable to enter the house, Song Yin asked, "Is this the ghost wind?"

"It should be." Zhang Feixuan was also not sure.

The ghost wind he knows is just a whirl, without any color, let alone such a huge one.

The black wind swept across all the towns quickly, as if sensing something, it quickly hit the three people on the street.

Except for Song Yin, the other two couldn't react in time and were directly entangled by the black wind.

Zhang Feixuan felt his body was completely empty by that roll, and when he looked down, the luxurious robe and tiger skin shawl on his body were gone, leaving behind a whole body of obscene clothes.

Another roll, the obscene clothes are gone, the gray shorts are left behind, and...
"You old man, you wear a bellyband?!"

Wang Qizheng's rough voice was extremely shocked, his eyes widened, he was more shocked than seeing a monster, and then, he grinned at the corner of his mouth, pointing at Zhang Feixuan and laughing loudly:
"Zhang Feixuan! Slut Zhang! Dudou! You are. Hahahaha! Dudou!"

"What a fart you are laughing!"

Zhang Feixuan twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled the bellyband-shaped thing on his upper body, and shouted: "This is not mine! This is... this is a good friend, I just use it as a souvenir!"

Wang Qizheng didn't care so much, just bared his teeth and laughed.

"Smile, smile! You're out of clothes! Doesn't it look good to be naked outside!"

Wang Qi was stunned, just as he was smiling, but he didn't realize that the wind was also blowing around him, and it swept away all the clothes, revealing his fleshy body.

"Give me back my tiger skin shirt!"

He squinted and roared, and raised his hand to grab the black wind on his body.

"How decent are you guys?"

Suddenly, Song Yin's voice sounded.

I saw the black wind around him, but the wind couldn't take away anything on his body. The big hand was raised, and the sleeves rolled up, creating a suction force out of thin air, sucking the ghost wind on his body, and at the same time, the ghosts of the whole town The wind swirled into his sleeves, causing the town's dark look to dissipate.

At the same time, the wind on the two of them stopped, and the clothes that were swept away fell on them.

"As a Qi refiner, I don't care about wearing it at all!" Song Yin frowned and shouted.

"Yes"

The two quickly put on their clothes.

Zhang Feixuan only felt his face go numb, and said forcefully: "Brother, I'm not a transvestite, this apron"

Song Yin waved his hand: "I'm not interested in your hobbies, but outside, you represent my Jinxianmen, so you should pay attention to the influence of demeanor. The rest doesn't matter. As long as your heart is upright, don't talk about wearing bellybands and walking birds. Even if Shi Fendai takes the lead, that is your business."

He is really not interested, everyone has their own hobbies, this thing can't be controlled and doesn't want to be controlled.

"No, brother, this bellyband is my girlfriend, not mine, I am, that."

Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, and when he found out how to explain how bad it was, he simply cupped his hands, "Yes, senior brother."

Wang Qi walked up to him cheerfully, patted his shoulder, and said: "I understand, it's fine, who doesn't have any hobbies, right?"

"You know what a fart, get out!" Zhang Feixuan glared at him.

This is inexplicable.

Although he didn't like Wang Qizheng calling him a slut, but this nickname was really not just for nothing, he really liked Dewy Marriage.

The main reason is that he is handsome and has the aura of a nobleman. It is the easiest way to deceive women. Some people will always be greedy for his body, invite him to spend the spring night together, and give him money back!
Sometimes when you have nothing to eat and meet such people, it is naturally very good.

This bellyband was a gift from a good friend, so he put it on.

It's not a transvestite, and there's nothing hard to hide. The main reason is that the bellyband is exquisitely crafted and made of good materials. If you really run into difficulties and run out of money, it's good to exchange it for money.

what?
Qi refiners are not short of money?

If you don't lack money, what do you do in the world? If you have the ability, go to the mountains.

Eating and drinking, practicing alchemy, which one doesn't cost money?

They are still evil, and they are not sects stationed in the world to be enshrined by others. They are all self-reliant.

He is not like Wang Qizheng, he really can't eat wild animals raw, even bugs can eat them.

But I can't say that, I like wearing a bellyband, it sounds a little more acceptable than messing around outside.

"Brother, is this ghost wind subdued just like that?"

Seeing that Wang Qizheng was still smiling, Zhang Feixuan simply changed the subject and asked Song Yin.

"It's just a small monster, but it's just a little bigger. It has no sense and acts on instinct. Of course, it is directly collected. This thing does have a long breath. The master is right, it is a good medicinal material."

When the black wind hit him, he felt it, this is a little monster, without any intention of harm, without any sanity, acting purely on instinct.

only.
Song Yin said thoughtfully: "I can feel that they want too many things. It's more like expropriating forcibly than following instinct."

As he spoke, he walked to the previous building again, knocked on the door, and said, "My fellow townsman, I have subdued this ghostly wind. May I ask if there is any place like a cemetery?"

There was another sound inside the door, and the door still didn't open, but the sound still came out.

"The Great Immortal has subdued it? There is no cemetery here, but I heard from the old man that twenty miles to the west used to be a battlefield. I don't know if it is true."

"Understood, goodbye."

Song Yin nodded, without further words, and retreated away from the building.

"Senior brother? That's it. I helped them out of kindness, but I didn't even open the door and didn't even have a meal. It's too rude."

Seeing that the door was still closed, Wang Qi said unconvinced.

"The ghost wind can be described in human terms. It's normal for people not to believe it. They will understand when they come out later."

Song Yin said something, and the movement was not slow, and he directly swept up the yellow wind and marched towards the west.

The two had no choice but to follow.

Twenty miles to the west is not too far for them, and as soon as they speed up, they have reached the place.

This place is a plain with rich grassland, and some dilapidated watchtowers can be seen, but there is nothing else.

Wang Qi was looking around, and said strangely: "This is an ancient battlefield? It's nothing, it's a normal place, how old is it?"

"No."

Zhang Feixuan shrugged his nose, looked towards a grass field, frowned and stared there, his eyes seemed to penetrate the ground.

"There is not a long time to smell blood, and people have died here."

"What's the matter with dead people, where is there no dead people?" Wang Qizheng asked.

"No"

Song Yin made a sound at this moment. He walked to a grassland, knelt down and picked up a lump of clay, rubbed his fingers, and the lump of clay was rubbed away, revealing something.

He threw the thing back, Wang Qi was looking to take it, and saw in his hand, it was an object similar to the one in the shrine before.

It's also a weird combination of palms and lips, made into a pendant.

"Voice and silence?" Wang Qizheng asked in surprise.

At this time, Song Yin's eyes were filled with divine light, and he stared straight at the ground: "The resentment is underground."

(End of this chapter)