This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

An Ling calmly observed this cave residence that was a so-called "one-to-one" restoration of the imperial capital, and found that except for the people coming and going who were relatively stiff, all other details were polished very finely, and even the dust in the corner could be picked up.

Lu Xiulin himself lived in an extremely ordinary-looking house in the downtown area. When An Ling went out the door, she was almost tripped by the debris at the door.

"Ah, he's lazy and hasn't sorted these things out." Shao Shuang'er pushed open the wooden door and explained to An Ling, "He said this is where he lived when he was a child. He's nostalgic and likes living in his old home."

"Brother Lu used to live here?" An Ling looked at the dilapidated house and asked, "Then how did Brother Lu come to the Sword Sect?"

Shao Shuang'er was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and explained: "I don't think I've heard him mention this. When we first met him, he was already in the Sword Sect."

An Ling felt that something was wrong. To be honest, Lu Xiulin had always left her with the impression of a playboy with extensive knowledge. If Lu Xiulin and Murong Ziqiu stood together, she would definitely think that Lu Xiulin was the son of a noble family. Moreover, from the appearance, Lu Xiulin was already very unusual. His eyes were "double pupils". Although I don't know if there is such a saying in Daxuan, it is recorded in the Blue Star mythology that people with double pupils are generally saints, or symbols of the emperor. And if Lu Xiulin's family conditions were not good when he was a child, how did he develop his current temperament? It doesn't seem like the casualness of the Canglan Sword Sect as a whole...

The two of them walked into Lu Xiulin's courtyard together. An Ling once again stepped over a few broken water vats and bamboo baskets, pushed open the door, and finally saw the unconscious Lu Xiulin.

I saw Lu Xiulin lying on his back on the bed, while Murong Ziqiu was holding a book in his hand, flipping through it with a frown, and shaking his head from time to time.

"Zi Qiu! How is he?" After seeing Lu Xiulin, Shao Shuang'er ran a few steps anxiously, sat directly on his bed, and looked at him intently.

Murong Ziqiu shook his head. "Still no response. I looked through the medical books again to see if there was any method, but several similar symptoms did not match his."

"I have also used my spiritual power to check his body and found that he has no other illnesses. His blood and qi are full, and his spiritual sea is surging. He really doesn't look like a sick person. But no matter what method I try to use to wake him up, it's useless. I really have no other choice."

Shao Shuang'er was a little sad, "Even Brother Ziqiu can't do anything..."

Murong Ziqiu looked at An Ling, stood up and greeted her, "Ah, Junior Sister An is here, please take a seat, what kind of tea would you like?"

An Ling smiled and said, "I just want a glass of water, please don't worry. I came here to visit Senior Brother Lu." She continued, "I just met Senior Brother Wu. Elder Wu asked him to go to Bailu Peak to find Elder Mu Qing. According to the time, he should be back soon."

"Junior sister, you are so thoughtful. I thank you on behalf of Xiulin." Murong Ziqiu sighed, "I am really a waste of time because I am not very knowledgeable. If Elder Mu Qing could come, it would be a great honor."

An Ling walked to Lu Xiulin's bed with concern. Seeing Lu Xiulin's eyes closed and his face pale, she shook her head helplessly, walked back to the table and sat down, propped up her knee with one hand and looked at Murong Ziqiu, "Brother Ziqiu, I don't know medicine. Brother Lu's condition is very similar to the symptoms of my friend in Yunwu Mountain in the East China Sea. Both of them have no serious problems with their bodies, but they can't wake up. He is like this because his soul has 'passed through the Yin'. I once 'called' his soul back."

"Oh?" Murong Ziqiu also became interested. He was a member of the Sanchuan Murong family. The Sanchuan Murong family had been known for their medical skills since ancient times. By his generation, it had become a world-famous family of miracle doctors. Most people in the Murong family would continue to study in medical skills or go around the world for consultation. Over the years, there was only one outlier like Murong Ziqiu who liked to play with swords. But no matter what, the medical skills he had been exposed to since he was a child had allowed Murong Ziqiu to learn many medical skills that could cure diseases and save lives. Although he was definitely not as good as other family members, in the Canglan Sword Sect alone, he could rely on the little medical skills he learned from his family to become one of the only few doctors in the Sword Sect.

When he heard that An Ling seemed to have encountered this difficult disease, he thought for a while and asked, "You mean... amnesia?"

An Ling was stunned for a moment. "What does amnesia mean? I just heard from my seniors that you can use the sound of a bell or the voice of the patient's closest person to bring back the patient's soul. So I tried it, and I didn't expect it to be so useful."

"Although amnesia is uncommon, it mostly occurs in children whose souls are not yet settled," Murong Ziqiu explained. "I once heard my mother tell a story about an elder. It said that she went to a certain town to consult a doctor. In an open space, she met a mother holding a child's clothes and a lantern, and kept calling the child's name."

"She was surprised and went to ask, but the mother seemed to have a grudge against her and frantically drove her away, telling her not to disturb the soul-calling."

"After others explained it to me, my elder finally realized that this is a folk belief. They believe that if a person is dying of an illness and his soul is separated, he must be summoned to restore his spirit and prolong his life. This is called 'summoning the soul'. Another belief is that when a baby or child is suddenly frightened, he won't eat, drink or talk. They believe that this is because his soul is not attached to his body. At this time, he must be summoned to calm the fright and bring his soul back to cure the disease and eliminate disasters. This is also called 'calling the fright'."

An Ling's eyes sparkled, as if she had found the reason why Lu Xiulin was unconscious. She said excitedly, "Then let's call back the soul as soon as possible?"

But Murong Ziqiu shook his head and refused. He explained, "Do you know why I didn't think about this at first? Because we are cultivators, our souls are already closely connected with our bodies during cultivation, and they are not as easy to separate as mortals. If an evil cultivator maliciously seizes a cultivator's soul, it is not an easy task. It can only be extracted like peeling off silk from a cocoon. I think it is unlikely that Xiulin's soul has left his body."

"I think we should always prepare for the worst," An Ling said seriously, "Brother, you also saw the strange things happening in the Sword Pavilion, right? I suspect Brother Lu's coma is related to those strange holes."

"You are not without reason," Lu Xiulin thought, "After Grandmaster handed Xiulin over to us, he returned to Jiange alone. Perhaps Xiulin's condition is really related to the changes in Jiange."

At this moment, the whole world seemed to shake. An Ling suddenly stood up and drew his sword, vigilantly protecting the other people.

"Don't panic, junior sister. It's the master who is here." Murong Ziqiu walked up to An Ling, smiled soothingly, then opened the wooden door and walked outside to welcome the arrival of the master Black Mist.

An Ling still did not let her guard down. She continued to stare closely at the outside, ready to take action at any time.

A ball of black mist flew in, carrying Murong Ziqiu. The "face" with only a few holes seemed to notice An Ling. The master of the black mist made a hoarse voice and said slowly: "Evil sword? Extraterritorial demon?"

When An Ling was "looked at" by Master Black Mist, she instantly felt cold all over, her hair stood on end, and every sense she had felt a great sense of threat.