Chapter 289: Master of Tianji Pavilion (38)
The lie was exposed, and the paper man froze for a moment, but soon calmed down. He pretended to be calm and forced a smile, "Your Majesty, it's unfair. How dare we deceive you..."
The smile on Yan Qing's lips had completely disappeared, and her spiritual energy turned into a small cage, and the paper people she picked up were all taken in.
Seeing that Yan Qing had no intention of letting them go, the paper people finally panicked and their expressions were not as calm as before. However, they did not know what they were hesitating about and were reluctant to tell the truth.
Yan Qing was not in a hurry either. She already knew that some of the words these paper people said might be true, but most of them were lies to cover up the truth.
However, one thing is certain, that is, the description of the human swordsman in their mouths should be Zhaoyang Sword Master, if nothing unexpected happens.
Yan Qing raised his hand and made hand gestures, wanting to see if he could still calculate the location of Zhaoyang Sword Master after leaving the illusion.
However, the road ahead was still obscured by fog, and nothing could be seen.
Yan Qing sighed softly, she collected her spiritual power, and prepared to explore the cemetery again to see if she could find any other clues.
After taking just two steps, she thought of the tombstone that had stood in front of her, and the courtyard in the illusion that these paper people dared not step into.
The location of that courtyard is exactly where the tombstone is.
Yan Qing was distracted by the noise made by these paper people and didn't even bother to look closely at the words on the tombstone.
Now, Yan Qing returned to the tombstone again. In the wooden cage, the paper man with a ball head wanted to make a sharp explosion again. This man was looking for death, so don't take them with you.
Unfortunately, the roar turned into whimpering. Yan Qing had not yet released it from the restraints, so it could only use its eyes to frantically signal the rest of its companions to stop Yan Qing.
One of the paper figures pulled down its red lantern, shook its head at it, and made a silent lip shape.
Let that human seek death.
The ball-headed paper man suddenly understood. Yes, if this person and the sleeping person fight each other later, they can also escape in the chaos.
Thinking of this, the ball-headed paper man stopped whimpering and trying to stop Yan Qing. Instead, he clenched his red lantern and began to look forward to their fight.
Yan Qing seemed unaware of all this. Under the expectation of the paper people, she had already walked to the tombstone.
Yan Qing released his perception through the white silk. There was no epitaph engraved on the tombstone, only three characters written in a flamboyant style.
Song Nanfeng.
It should be the name of the owner of the tombstone.
Yan Qing's expression was slightly moved. His surname is Song?
In the ghost realm, the ghost king that Yan Qing met when he went to ask for the Heavenly Stone also had the surname Song.
However, the ghost king's name is Song Beiwu.
Song South Wind, Song North Fog...
It would be fine if it happened under normal circumstances, but now that he is in the ghost realm, it is hard for Yan Qing not to have other associations.
But before Yan Qing could continue to think deeply, the area where the tombstone was located shook, gravel fell, and a gust of cold wind blew around.
The pressure was isolated outside the wooden cage, and the paper people were now able to cover their mouths and start gloating.
The adult who even their Ghost King was afraid of has really woken up. This human cultivator is doomed.
Amidst the flying dust, a black figure emerged, and then the figure slowly solidified.
The last person who appeared in front of Yan Qing was a tall man in black clothes and a hood. His face was mostly covered by the hood, making it difficult to see clearly.
The man's thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was colder than the cold wind: "Who dares to disturb my peace?"