Chapter 290: Master of Tianji Pavilion (39)

Chapter 290: Master of Tianji Pavilion (39)

After saying that, the black-robed hooded man didn't even raise his eyelids and had no intention of waiting for Yan Qing's answer.

A ball of black mist gathered behind him and quickly spread towards Yan Qing's position. He said in a very cold voice: "Forget it, it doesn't matter. Your name is not worthy of being heard by me."

"Today, I will be kind enough to send you on your way to the underworld."

As the words were about to fall, the black mist had already pounced towards Yan Qing with bared fangs and claws. To outsiders, it seemed that Yan Qing had been completely swallowed up by the black mist, and only death was waiting for her.

Apparently, the hooded man in black clothes also thought so. He had even turned around long ago, ready to return to the tombstone and start another round of sleep.

As for the black mist, the man in black clothes and the hood pulled his hood down a little lower. After they were full, they would come back to sleep on their own.

However, just as his body was about to become ethereal and enter the tombstone, he saw that the mist that was supposed to be devouring the human race retreated hastily as if it had encountered some ferocious beast, and suddenly shrank behind him, turning into a shadow, pretending to be dead.

Black-robed hooded man: “?”

what happened?

However, the doubt had just emerged, and before he had time to continue thinking, he felt a chill climbing up his spine, and an unprecedented sense of crisis enveloped him.

The man in black clothes and the hood did not hesitate at all. His whole body turned into smoke in an instant. When he was about to retreat, he bumped into an invisible barrier.

"seal up."

A gentle and light voice was heard, and the black-clothed hooded man emerged from the smoke and turned back into human form.

The hood he was wearing fell off at some point, his brows were deep and handsome, and his pair of phoenix eyes were half-closed, full of world-weariness.

He turned around for the first time, his almond-shaped eyes slightly raised, to look at this person whom he had not cared about before.

However, after seeing Yan Qing clearly, his pupils shrank, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, and the irritable hostility around him disappeared completely at some point.

"It's you……"

In fact, Yan Qing was also a little surprised when she saw the face of the man in black clothes and the hood. This man's appearance was almost exactly the same as the ghost king Song Beiwu she knew.

However, the aura around Song Beiwu was rather evil, while the person in front of him gave people a half-dead feeling of world-weariness.

The drooping almond-shaped eyes seem to be saying all the time that living is okay, and dying is also fine.

Now those almond-shaped eyes were slightly widened in surprise.

It was these two completely different temperaments that allowed Yan Qing to quickly distinguish the two people. This person was probably Song Nanfeng, the owner of the tombstone, and the object of fear of those paper people.

At the same time, Yan Qing also noticed from the other party's words and expressions that the other party obviously knew her, but she confirmed that she had never seen the other party before.

So she asked, "Have you seen me?"

Song Nanfeng froze for a moment, then put the hood back on his head, covering most of his eyes and eyebrows, and then he spoke.

"I was there when the Ghost Domain City appeared. I'm sure everyone in the secret realm knows the name of Lord Ling Wei."

When Yan Qing heard Song Nanfeng mention the Ghost Domain Mystery City, he paused.

The Ghost Domain Maze City was the secret place where Yan Qing first obtained the Heavenly Stone.

It is also the secret realm that Yan Qing and the Ghost King Song Beiwu know.

When Yan Qing entered the ghost city, it was affected by the energy emitted by the Heavenly Stone, time and space were distorted, and there were only a few people left alive.

Song Nanfeng's eyes drooped, revealing a bit of innocence, but Yan Qing couldn't see because of the hood covering his eyes. She could only hear his voice sounding a bit muffled: "It's normal for His Majesty Ling Wei to not remember small figures like us..."

Yan Qing frowned slightly, interrupted his meaningless words, and asked, "Your name is Song Nanfeng? What is your relationship with Song Beiwu?"

Song Nanfeng was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "I don't know him."

This answer is the same as no answer.

Based on the appearance and names of these two people, Yan Qing couldn't possibly believe what Song Nanfeng said about not knowing them, but this person just didn't want to say.

Moreover, when she took the Heavenly Stone, Yan Qing could be sure that among the last few survivors, she had not seen Song Nanfeng, otherwise she would not have no memory of him.

Perhaps because he saw the distrust on Yan Qing's face, Song Nanfeng pursed his thin lips a little tighter, and he felt a little regretful in his heart that he had asked too quickly just now. Even if he changed his words now, it would be difficult to convince others.

Under the hood, the faint sense of world-weariness on his face became even stronger, and his eyes were full of hopelessness in life.

He was not lying. He had indeed seen Yan Qing in the Ghost City, but at that time he was in the body of another person, and he saw and felt things from that person's perspective.

Therefore, he was also able to simultaneously share the person's complex and unspeakable emotions, and those words that were difficult to express.

Song Nanfeng knew Yan Qing much better than Yan Qing thought.

Sometimes, even Song Nanfeng himself couldn't tell whether those emotions belonged to Song Beiwu or himself...

However, Lord Ling Wei didn't know all this. Today was the first time the two of them met.

Thinking of this, Song Nanfeng froze for a moment.

He suddenly remembered the first sentence he said to Lord Ling Wei. It was not friendly, and could even be called offensive.

Song Nanfeng pursed his lips even tighter, and his expression became even more wilted. The shadow under his feet seemed to be able to sense his owner's emotions and also wilted.

He has set up restrictions in this area to facilitate his cultivation.

In this ghost realm where the rules of the strong are respected, this is already his territory, and all ghost cultivators walk around this area.

That's why Song Nanfeng didn't expect that someone would intrude and make a lot of noise in his area, successfully waking him up while he was still recuperating.

What he didn't expect was that among the intruders was Lord Ling Wei.

However, when he thought of the intruder, Song Nanfeng remembered the faint sound of suona that he heard when he was sleeping. His black eyeballs moved slightly, and his gaze passed over the hood and fell on a wooden cage floating next to Yan Qing.

The paper people had been trying to reduce their presence since they saw that the two men were not fighting as fiercely as they had expected.

The paper man with the ball-head held his head in his hands, and he really couldn't understand why the adult, who even their Ghost King was a little afraid of, couldn't beat the man in white, and even answered the man in white's questions so good-temperedly.

It remembered that its own ghost king had said that the king had a serious bad temper when waking up, so it didn't dare to let the paper man holding the suona play the suona these past few days.

Only when the time was almost up today did he agree to rehearse playing the suona before going to welcome the bride.

Unexpectedly, when the suona was played, he failed to pick up the bride and was caught instead.

The paper man with the ball head was completely depressed.