Little Junior Sister Society fears but draws sword

Compared with the insensitiveness of those men, this woman's expression is much fresher, but the eyes are the same.

"But little girl, what else can you come up with to buy news."

The woman's eyes are greedy, not only her, but also the people around her, looking at her seems to be judging the value of an item.

Lu Yun took out some spiritual tools, no matter what kind of practice, the spiritual tools are universal.

Picking and picking a few, the woman let go of her hand and put away the nails that had just touched Lu Yun's back.

"Little sister is very good."

"The person you said did show up, but he only stayed here for a day and then left, little sister, you are late."

There are many sword cultivators walking outside, and under normal circumstances, sect disciples will not reveal their identities casually.

What this woman described was indeed her second senior brother, but it could be seen that the other party did not know that he was a disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect.

"Does my sister know where he went?"

She continued to ask, and saw the woman in front of her covering her mouth and smiling coquettishly.

"Oh, how would I know, I guess I went where I should go." The malice in this sentence was blatant.

The other party reached out, as if wanting to touch Lu Yun's cheek, Lu Yun took a step back, took out the back needle and stared at the other party.

"Tsk tsk, little sister is really cruel."

"Anyway, that's all I know, but I can give you another piece of news."

She approached Lu Yun, leaned beside her and said in a cold tone, "If you don't want to die, just leave quickly, the person who took you back..."

"Hahaha!"

It seemed that she was revealing some news to Lu Yun, but halfway through, the woman left with a smile.

Cutting off the news halfway made people feel aggrieved and panicked.

Lu Yun didn't chase after her.

There were many strange eyes around, Lu Yun carefully looked at the situation of those ghost cultivators.

The Ghost Village is actually not that big, and ghost cultivators in the comprehension world are not limited to this place.

No matter what path you take, it will become more and more difficult to practice later, and ghost cultivators need a lot of resentment if they want to improve their cultivation.

In the mass graves outside the Yinhun Village, although there are many dead people, most of them are ordinary people, and the resentment they can provide is limited.

Lu Yun remembered again that it was those fresh corpses that came in.

The ghost cultivators here seem to be preying on each other, or... hunting is her existence.

In this way, the way these people looked at themselves made sense.

But this kind of behavior is rare in ghost cultivation.

Perhaps, all this is due to unknown changes here.

As for Meng Lin, the man said that the second senior brother had left, but there was obviously a deeper meaning behind that.

What she could know was that Meng Lin was indeed not in Yinhun Village, but the place he was going to had something to do with it.

Thinking, Lu Yun continued to inquire in the village.

Without the news of Meng Lin, I heard something.

"It will be here tomorrow."

"Well, soon, soon."

"I heard that there are many people."

There will be people coming from Shadow Village tomorrow, and there are a lot of them?

Walking, Lu Yun came to a place similar to an ancestral hall, but there was no one guarding it, and the door was open.

There is no spiritual place in it, and some are just a coffin.

It is normal for ghost villages to have coffins.

The coffin is made of high-quality blood wood, and the material is very good. There are a few red ropes pressed on the coffin, and the tail of the rope hangs close to the ground, and some copper coins are hung.

Those copper coins are not ordinary objects, each one is a spiritual weapon.

And there are many formations engraved on the coffin. Lu Yun is not proficient in formations, but knows that some of these formations are used to stabilize the soul.

Even the blood tree is used to nourish the soul.

Who is in this coffin?

The coffin lid was not closed, and curiosity was born in my heart.

Take a step forward and see what's inside.

Inside lay a woman, very young, less than 20 years old, dressed in red as beautiful as a newlywed.

On the delicate face of the woman, the eyes are closed, and the hands are clasped on the abdomen, elegant and dignified.

This person looked like he was sleeping in a coffin, with the vitality of a stranger.

But this man... wasn't breathing.

The coffin is placed here, and you can see it when you pass by, as if telling everyone that there are secrets here for her to explore.

Get closer, get closer, see clearly, see clearly again.

An idea was clamoring in her heart, but Lu Yun stood there indifferently.

This is a trap on the bright side.

Lu Yun chose not to jump down.

She left the ancestral hall, and the moment she stepped out, a person appeared inside, it was the middle-aged man.

What a pity.

Muttering in his mouth, he looked at the coffin with ironic eyes.

The man wiped the woman's face, and wanted to lower his hand, but then thought of something and quickly stopped.

"Tsk, trouble."

He closed the coffin, and the red thread pulled the copper coins, shaking them in the empty room.

The wind blows the candlelight, and the flame is weak. The woman in the coffin falls into a sweet dream, but the dead have no dreams.

The night in the village of ghosts comes earlier than the outside world.

As soon as Lu Yun returned to the small courtyard, the sky completely darkened. In the courtyard, the man smiled kindly at Lu Yun.

"came back."

"Ah."

One question and one answer, like a companion, but when Lu Yun passed by the other party, the other party suddenly shot and grabbed Lu Yun's back with a claw.

And Lu Yun was already prepared.

The dagger separated the opponent's hand, Lu Yun distanced himself and stood on the roof.

It was intentional for the other party to rescue him, and even lead him to the place where the coffin was placed.

"Tsk, did you find out?"

The man pouted, very dissatisfied.

Lu Yun was silent and didn't answer, the needle behind her tail was horizontally in front of her body, and she looked at the other party quietly.

"Don't you wonder who is in that coffin?"

"She knows you and wants to find that person."

The man said the news that Lu Yun wanted, and the corners of his mouth curved up, forming a twisted smile.

"You're not a ghost cultivator, are you?"

The gloomy eyes seemed to be enough to expose all of Lu Yun's concealments.

Lu Yun was still silent, her hands moved quickly, and You Longying flashed and appeared in front of the man.

The opponent's cultivation base is actually only at the late stage of the Golden Core, but compared to Cao Yu's half-baked guy, the opponent is a real late-stage Golden Core monk.

After matching the moves, Lu Yun did feel the pressure, but it was only pressure.

Turning around after missing a hit and then retreating to find new openings is Lu Yun's style of play.

In this gloomy village of ghosts, coupled with the fall of night, You Longying provided Lu Yun with absolute speed. Lu Yun, holding a tail-back needle, was like a ghost in the shadows, ghostly and cruel.

"Well, now I don't doubt your identity."

After being attacked several times by Lu Yun, the man denied his guess again.

Most of the methods used by ghost cultivators are insidious. As long as the goal can be achieved, sneak attacks are not uncommon.

"I thought you were a disciple of some sect outside?"

The man continued to talk, reached out his hand in the darkness, and pinpointed where Lu Yun was hiding.

Lu Yun who was found was not angry either.

She knew that the other party wanted to use words to break through her defenses, so that her mind would be shaken.

The two people cultivated at the same realm, and the small realm that separated them was not insurmountable in Lu Yun's eyes.

Her breathing became very light, her waist was hooked, her fingers drooped naturally, like a cat that has always been agile, her eyes hidden in the darkness flashed sparks at a certain moment.

She moved again.