Chapter 293: Master of Tianji Pavilion (42)
Song Nanfeng lowered his eyes, hiding the myriad thoughts in his mind.
He silently put the hood back on and pulled it lower to cover most of his face.
Song Nanfeng didn't dare to think about it anymore.
At that moment, Song Beiwu was not the only one who had false thoughts out of thin air.
Unfortunately, the moonlight was so bright that no one dared to expose the darkness.
Even someone as arrogant and evil as Song Beiwu didn't dare to do that, so when that person was about to leave Ghost Domain City, he simply put away his usual arrogance and said seriously, "Take care."
Now, if it were Song Nanfeng, he would be even more afraid and could only hide all his thoughts.
Yan Qing didn't notice Song Nanfeng's mood changes and little movements. Her mind was now focused on the jade pendant in her hand.
This jade pendant is the same as the one Yan Qing gave to Zhaoyang Jianzun. However, in addition to what Yan Qing said to Zhaoyang Jianzun at the beginning, it can sense and communicate with each other. When the two people holding the jade pendant appear in the same space and are close to each other, it will also emit a bright white light.
Now that the jade pendant had responded, it was also indirectly proving that the direction they were looking for was correct. The seriously injured human swordsman mentioned by the paper man was indeed Zhaoyang Sword Master.
Yan Qing put the jade pendant back and, through the white silk, she fixed her gaze on the barrier that kept the ghost energy out.
As expected, this is the territory of the ghost king mentioned by the paper man, and Zhaoyang Sword Master should also be in it.
Yan Qing was about to break the barrier and had just gathered his spiritual power in his palm when Song Nanfeng, who was in a daze, came back to his senses after noticing the slight fluctuation of power. He remembered that in the Ghost Domain City, although Lord Ling Wei was very powerful, he seemed to be restricted in the use of his power, otherwise he would not have vomited blood.
Although Song Nanfeng didn't know what the restriction was, it was always a good idea to use less strength.
So, he stopped Yan Qing's action and said softly: "Your Majesty, let me do it."
After saying this, Song Nanfeng took the initiative to use his ghost energy.
The black mist behind him rolled and surged like a huge open mouth, and suddenly pounced towards the barrier.
The moment the black mist touched the barrier, the barrier was instantly shattered.
The scene in the field was completely revealed in front of the two of them.
The eerie trees were hung with red lanterns everywhere, and the decorations were even more spectacular than the courtyard that Yan Qing had first seen in the illusion.
The paper people in the wooden cage also came back to their senses from Song Nanfeng's action of breaking the barrier. They didn't care about being afraid and screamed in unison.
The sound is so penetrating that it hurts the listener's ears.
"Master Ghost King, help me!!!"
It was understandable that the Ghost King could not hear or sense their cries for help because they were far away before, but now that the distance was so close, they just couldn't believe that the Ghost King couldn't hear their cries for help.
Song Nanfeng frowned, his inky black eyes glanced coldly at the paper people, and his thin lips uttered two words coldly: "Noisy."
The next second, the screaming paper people suffered the same fate as the first paper man. They were all unable to make any sound, and their screams became silent.
After his ears quieted down, Song Nanfeng realized belatedly that he had taken action against the paper people without asking Yan Qing's opinion.
In the eyes of some powerful people with high cultivation, this is a very offensive thing.
Under normal circumstances, Song Nanfeng would have just bypassed these powerful men and taken action, and would not have felt that there was anything wrong with his actions.
But now, the person in front of him was Lord Ling Wei, so he began to have many concerns.
Under the hood, Song Nanfeng carefully raised his eyes to observe Yan Qing's expression. Seeing that Yan Qing looked abnormal, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Yan Qing didn't feel anything about this. These paper people were indeed too noisy. If Song Nanfeng hadn't taken action, Yan Qing would have had to manually mute them. Now it was much easier.
But these are all trivial matters. The important thing is Zhaoyang Sword Master and the Ghost King who has not shown up even after the barrier has been broken.
Yan Qing frowned slightly.
Logically speaking, if the domain barrier has been forcibly broken, the domain owner will be able to sense it. Under normal circumstances, a normal person would go over to check to see who is so bold as to intrude into his domain.
It's impossible that it would be like now, without seeing any ghost at all.
There must be something strange going on.
Song Nanfeng also noticed this unusual thing, and his half-dead feeling of world-weariness dissipated a little. He released his ghostly aura once again, ready to conduct a carpet search.
When the ghost energy covered the middle of this area, Song Nanfeng's eyebrows twitched, and he found it.
He immediately told Yan Qing the news. Yan Qing's expression became more serious, and without delay he used his spiritual power to go to the place where Song Nanfeng said he had made a discovery.
In the blink of an eye, the two disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, the scene in front of him had changed.
Yan Qing found this scene familiar. It was exactly the courtyard where the paper people in the illusion rehearsed, but the one in front of him was an enlarged version.
At this moment, there was a figure standing right in front of Yan Qing and the others. He was wearing a red robe, dressed like a common groom. He was bending over motionlessly, and his movements looked like he was worshiping heaven and earth.
But there was no one sitting next to him, in the bride's seat where he should bow.
In the wooden cage, the silenced paper people became excited the moment they saw the groom's figure. Even though they couldn't speak, they couldn't stop making humming sounds.
Others might not be able to recognize it, but how could these paper people not recognize it? Isn’t that tall and majestic figure their Lord Ghost King!
Lord Ghost King, please look over here, come and save them, kill these two guys!
Unfortunately, the Ghost King did not hear anything of the paper man's thoughts and remained in the bowing posture without moving.
Song Nanfeng's eyes flashed, and he realized something was wrong. He stepped forward quickly, but before his fingertips touched the red figure in the groom's suit, the figure turned into powder in front of them.
The high spirits of the paper people came to an abrupt halt, and the lively expressions on their faces were frozen at this moment.
The next second, several paper figures cut out of simple white paper fell to the bottom of the wooden cage. All the expressions on them disappeared completely, leaving only a blank space, without any trace of their previous lively appearance.
Even the faint ghostly aura carried by the paper man disappeared in an instant.
It was as if, from beginning to end, these paper people had never had a life and were just a thin piece of paper cutout. Everything that happened before that seemed like an illusion.