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Chapter 12 Lin Cong is dead?

After placing the talisman.

He Song turned around and left the stall area, and returned to his home.

but.

Just when He Song returned home and was practicing spells while maintaining vigilance, he suddenly heard light footsteps.

The sound of footsteps coming from outside the house immediately aroused He Song's vigilance.

For a moment, He Song held his breath and concentrated, the five senses of the immortal cultivator were brought into full play, and he wanted to hear where the footsteps came from.

At the same time, two thick soil talismans quietly appeared in He Song's hands.

As long as something happens, He Song can guarantee that he can immediately activate the talisman protection.

After doing all this, He Song's mind became more stable.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the slight sound of footsteps circling the periphery of the house next door to him several times in a row, pausing in several places for a long time, and then gradually going away.

Wait until there is no more movement from the outside world.

Only then did He Song's expression relax.

The two thick soil talismans that were originally held in his hands were also put into his sleeves again.

"Why does this sound so much like stepping on a spot?"

When the security was lifted, the route of the footsteps flashed in He Song's mind, and he looked at Lin Cong's house next door.

Next door to He Song is Lin Cong.

Lin Cong returned home with serious injuries last night, and today someone went to check out his house.

This can't help but make He Song think a lot.

Last night, I heard painful moaning and severe coughing from Lin Cong's room next door.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that the sound from Lin Cong's room gradually became smaller, and now there is no sound at all.

I can hear it myself.

Another neighbor of Lin Cong could naturally hear it too.

Between the rows of houses, each house will have two neighbors who can hear each other clearly.

If so.

He Song's gaze towards the neighbor has become a little darker.

It seems that the person who came to check in is another neighbor of Lin Cong.

This Lin Cong must have died of serious injuries in the room, right?

Otherwise, how can you explain that there has been no sound from the other party's room for so long?

The eager look in He Song's eyes flashed away, but he was quickly rejected by him.

It doesn't matter whether Lin Cong is dead or not.

He shouldn't have to pick up his things by himself.

Once Lin Cong was not dead, and he rushed in rashly, with Lin Cong's sturdy figure and three-level qi training, pinching himself to death would not be much harder than pinching a chicken.

Breaking into other people's houses and being killed by the owner is also their own fault, and the law enforcement team will not say anything.

Even if Lin Cong died, he still got Lin Cong's relics.

But another neighbor next door to Lin Cong has also been eyeing this thing.

If I get it in advance, I am afraid that I will be targeted by an unknown monk in the future.

It's just a relic of a monk who practiced the third level of Qi.

It's not worth the risk to offend another monk who doesn't know the depth.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and after He Song thought about it, he finally closed his eyes again and continued to practice the three basic spells he had just learned.

Concentrating interest formula.

Spirituality.

Sound transmission.

The difficulty of practicing these three basic spells is not high.

Although the time required is longer than that of the Spiritual Rain and Spiritual Archery, it is actually not that long.

It took He Song ten days to practice the spirit rain technique until he could perform it normally without losing its power.

The same goes for spiritual archery.

As for the three spells of Breath Concentration, Spiritual Eye, and Sound Transmission, after He Song tried them, he felt that each spell would take half a month to perform normally without losing its power.

In half a month, compared with the ten days required for the spirit rain technique and the spirit archery technique, it only increased by five days.

Thinking about it, the difficulty of practicing these three basic spells is not high.

The first basic spell that He Song practiced was Breath Containment Jue.

Not for the other.

It's just because the breath-holding formula can hide one's own breath and not be discovered by others.

Looking thoughtfully at the next door, He Song quickly immersed himself in the process of practicing the breath-holding formula.

Time flies.

Time flies like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

During this half month, apart from practicing the breath-holding formula, He Song took the time to visit the two seniors he just met in Xianfang.

Meng Guan from the Lingyao Pavilion and Wei Fan from the Lingjian Pavilion.

The two were originally from the same sect and had known each other for a long time.

As an insider of Xianfang, although He Song's cultivation base is a little lower, as a husband of Lingzhi, he still has a certain value in making friends.

And his character has also been recognized by Wei Fan.

Under the circumstances that both parties are happy to make friends, He Song's friendship with them is considered smooth.

After several visits, the relationship between He Song and the two gradually drew closer.

At least, in the absence of conflicts of interest, it was a breeze for He Song to get some news from them.

this day.

He Song was sitting on a futon in his home, and the aura on his body appeared and disappeared.

But then, the aura on He Song's body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and his whole body was like a stubborn stone, without showing the slightest aura.

"The breath-holding formula, it's done!" He Song opened his eyes, and the look of joy flashed across his face.

The breath-holding formula is [-]%, He Song only needs to move his mind to restrain all his own breath.

As long as it is not seen by the naked eye, He Song will be like a stubborn stone, making people feel completely incapable of breathing.

He restrained his breath.

He Song stood up from the futon, made himself a pot of tea, and took a few sips.

Visiting Wei Fan and Meng Guan these days, He Song's tea art has also started to improve.

He was even presented with a set of tea sets and some tea leaves by Wei Fan, who can make tea and enjoy it alone at home.

However, just as He Song was sipping his tea, he heard slight footsteps again.

For a moment, He Song's figure was fixed, and the whole person was fixed in the room like a rock, with only the scent of tea permeating the tip of his nose, and his ears silently listened to the movement of the footsteps.

Half a month later, Lin Cong's other neighbor was really calm.

To this day, He Song has never heard the other party step into Lin Cong's room.

Every time the sound of footsteps came, they circled outside Lin Cong's house, stood in certain places for a long time, and finally left quietly.

This is always the case.

Simply cautious to the extreme.

Even He Song, with the other party being so cautious, has higher requirements for his own mentality of seeking stability.

What is prudence?This is what people call real prudence!
For a little gain, I would not hesitate to step on it for half a month.

This time, though, it seems to be different.

It seems that he didn't sense He Song's breath, and felt that He Song was not at home. This time, the person who came to step on the spot was obviously much more courageous.

The footsteps wandering around the house are not as slight as before.

Listening to the different footsteps in his ears, He Song was thoughtful.

"Could it be that this person didn't do anything before because he sensed that I was still at home? Now that I've learned the Breath Containment Art to restrain my breath, he didn't sense my breath, so he was ready to do it?"

(End of this chapter)