half demon glass

Chapter 712 What kind of spell is this?
"Don't worry, look again. The Sun and Moon Temple is so big, and there are so many people in it. They may not all know each other, and there will always be flaws." Feng Jiuqing replied to me very patiently.

I suppressed my anxiety and lay with them in the snow for more than an hour before the envoy walked out of the big tent.

After coming out, he didn't go anywhere. He just went to a place in the village and stood in the smallest tent on the outermost edge. He seemed to be ready to rest.

The other herdsmen were tidying up, feeding the animals, and living a normal and peaceful life.

If it weren't for this palace envoy here, I really wanted to sneak into the village and find an older herdsman to understand the situation here.

But as I waited, the sky above my head had turned completely dark. In the huge snow field, apart from the sound of the howling cold wind, only the small colorful flags on the tent were left, which were blown by the wind. rattling sound.

It's freezing here, with light snow already falling in the sky. If we lie down in the snow and wait, even if our cultivation can withstand the severe cold, we will still feel uncomfortable due to the cold.

Before I could say anything, Lin Sishen seemed to have thought of a countermeasure. He looked at one of the small shabby houses where only a man, a woman, and two old men lived, and said to the two of us: "Let's go in with me!"

Although we didn't know what he wanted to do, the two of us still set off quickly and slipped directly into this small shabby house at an extremely fast speed. Even the two old people in the house didn't react. When he came over, he was knocked unconscious on the bed by Lin Sishen and Feng Jiuqing.

Perhaps he was afraid that the two villagers would wake up suddenly in the middle of the journey. Lin Sishen suddenly sprinkled a small bag of colorless and odorless powder on the candle in the house. A blue color suddenly appeared from the candle, filling the shabby house. .

"This thing has no effect on us, but it allows them to sleep peacefully all night."

After saying this, Lin Sishen approached the bed. He just raised his hand and waved at me, as if he wanted me to give him the flute, but then he thought that there were others in the village. If he played the flute, someone would be killed. Discover.

After he retracted his raised hand, he suddenly took out two candles and a talisman that looked a little old and worn, probably not drawn by him.

He lit the candle, simply set up a magic circle, and then recited the mantra silently while placing the talisman on the candle to burn.

After the talisman burned, a stream of green smoke emerged, drifting along his fingertips and slowly towards the nose of the old woman on the bed.

The old woman inhaled the green smoke into her nose while she was breathing. She suddenly opened her eyes as if possessed by something, and sat up from the bed with a sudden sound.

Lin Sishen's operation directly looked at me. I turned around in shock and asked him, "Wucao, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer me, but made a "shh" gesture to me, and then asked the old woman in a language I couldn't understand: "Who is your last name and why do you live here?" Come up with a name.”

The old woman seemed to be controlled by him, her eyes unblinking, and she replied mechanically: "My name is Zalma, and my ancestors have lived at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains for generations, making a living by herding sheep."

"You herd sheep, who did you sell to in the end?" Lin Sishen continued to ask.

(End of this chapter)