The villain has been playing badly for ten years

Countless lights like fireflies, emitting a pale blue glow like sparks, gradually gathered towards him.

After touching it, it seemed to penetrate into the paper, and the whole body was filled with a light power, as if some physical strength was restored.

It's strange. The spiritual vein is destroyed, so these spiritual energies should not be able to be converted.

Ning Xiusu was confused when he noticed these sparks swirling in front of him, as if they were trying to tell him something.

What do you mean?

The talisman in his arms glowed, and surprisingly, something resonated with him...

Ning Xiusu took out the talisman, and the light gathered towards the talisman little by little, and then dissipated and dissolved after touching it.

With a "click" sound, the talisman cracked.

He was stunned for a moment, and brushed off the bone-like dust on his face, and the talisman revealed its true appearance.

A light green jade stone, like a long and thin strip of small order, is delicately engraved with silver talismans. Could this be a spirit storage device, one of the treasures of heaven and earth?

Ning Xiusu had seen the runes on the spirit storage device in Shangqing Sect. They were somewhat similar, but the inscription on this object was more complex...

Although this spiritual vein is destroyed, if there is a spiritual storage device, simple magic should be able to be tried.

He was delighted for a moment. After all, to transmit a message, one only needed to use the technique of the mind. He still had some impression of the techniques he had learned in Shangqing Sect.

Ning Xiusu traced in the air with his fingertips, and a faint light like a firefly appeared from the talisman.

The firefly-like light seemed to have accomplished its purpose and fell on the talisman like raindrops, making it cool and refreshing, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

This spiritual energy has some effect.

Yes, Meng Qilian...

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The night is as dark as ink, but the lights are still on and the noise is gradually fading away.

Lanterns are hung on the windows of the pavilion. They are made of bamboo strips and covered with fine rice paper with landscapes, flowers and birds painted on it.

Meng Qilian did not go to the residence arranged by Dahongsi, and stayed in this restaurant for two days.

This case is so complicated that I couldn't help but frown.

"Have mercy...have mercy..."

He raised his eyes slightly and heard a call that sounded like an illusion.

Suddenly, the wind blew, disturbing the fragrance of the flowers on the branches. The lanterns swayed slightly, and wisps of purple smoke floated out of the copper stove on the table.

The purple smoke from the copper furnace condensed into a human figure. The figure was a little illusory at first, but as the purple smoke continued to gather, its shape became clearer and clearer.

This is the technique of the mind. Everything you see is a form, which turns the virtual into the real.

Meng Qilian reacted quickly, was stunned for a moment, and was very happy:

"Nian Zheng, have you recovered your Dao? Where are you now?"

"Minzhi, I'm at the Qianluo Mountain Mine. I'm currently using a spirit storage device to perform magic, but the spiritual power in the talisman is limited, so I can only be brief."

Meng Qilian asked, "Are you in danger over there?"

Ning Xiusu continued,

"I'm fine, but there are many monsters here, very similar to the child ghosts that Shangqing Sect is currently hunting... Now that Hua Jianbai has disappeared, I have to go find him."

"Nian Zheng, be careful in the mines. I'll come find you soon."

"I should be fine, Qingzhi. If you set foot in this mine, I'm afraid some of the wires will break..."

"But there must be something wrong with the mine."

"So, Minzhi, there are some things you need to continue investigating. If I find anything at the mine, I will inform..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure suddenly vanished into thin air.

Far away on the cliff of the Qianluo Mountain Mine, Ning Xiu withdrew his magic and looked at the talisman that had lost its glow with some fatigue.

Li Ji came and pushed the door open. "Sir, the man who escaped on the ferry that night has been captured."

Meng Qilian was a martial artist, so he couldn't continue talking to him. Seeing his magic fade away, he had to give up.

He and Li Ji went to the place where they captured them. Under the starless and moonless sky, in a dilapidated temple in the wilderness, the couple were kneeling on the ground.

The entire thing was woven like a spider silk net, with sharp blades embedded in the edges, flashing with cold light.

This is Dayan's secret technique of Yanji, which is made by mixing black iron and mithril. It is covered by the iron net of the Privy Council and has almost nowhere to hide.

For these two people, the Privy Council went to great lengths and even gave away such treasures.

"A groom and a tavern owner, you two opened a black market in Gui City, robbing people and selling them to the mines on a daily basis, and you even raised ghosts!"

Meng Qilian said, his eyes like a cold light swept over the two of them,

"Tell me, who ordered you two to act like this?"

The woman snorted coldly and said, "We won't tell anyone, even if you kill us."

"Generally, assassins hide poison between their teeth. If you two were seeking death, why didn't you bite it?"

Meng Qilian looked at the two men, his eyes falling on the groom.

"If you want to live, tell the truth!"

The groom then raised his eyes, revealing a face full of frost and wrinkles, with a large black mole on the side of his nose. "We are indeed forced to live. If we could live, who would want to be his running dog of the Three Flowers Temple?"

"You cowardly bastard, have you forgotten that our child is still in the hands of the Three Flowers Temple?"

"Mrs. Kui, is your hair all you need? If you don't tell me now, who will save our child? If we just rely on the two of us, we'll just die!"

The woman fell silent upon hearing this, and the scoundrel said:

"Sir, we two originally just opened a small shop in Gui City to make a living, but the Three Flowers Temple kidnapped our child and asked us to keep abducting people to the mines. If we don't do this, we will never let our child return."

Meng Qilian's eyes were as cold as iron, and he asked:

"What's the relationship between the Three Flowers Temple and the Qianluo Mountain Mine?"

"They have been doing business together, and the price they agreed upon is the lowest. As for what they do with the Bailuofu ore, we don't know."

"Where did that ghost thing in your hands come from?"

"Sir, these ghosts are all people who have fallen ill after the plague. That's all we know. You must help save my child."

Meng Qilian said coldly: "At this point, I advise you two not to hide anything from each other!"

The woman pondered for a while and suddenly said something.

"These ghosts are indeed related to the master of the Three Flowers Temple. Since you have guessed it, why bother asking more questions? After all, there are some people we cannot afford to offend."

But just as he finished speaking, a hidden weapon came flying from the air.

"Sir, be careful!"

Li Ji shouted.

Several officials, in unison, pulled out iron fans from their backs and suddenly opened them. In a flash of lightning, countless hidden weapons like willow needles fell to the ground.

"Ah—Mrs. Aoi!"

The groom let out a loud cry, which was extremely miserable.

Suddenly, a fishy smell hit Meng Qilian's nose, and he was startled. When he turned around, the woman was hit in the abdomen by a hidden weapon and was already dying.

"Quick, send to the hospital."

Several officials carried the man away. Meng Qilian picked up the hidden weapon, the same one that had attacked Nian Zheng last time...

"Li Ji, what do you think of the Qinglian Guard's Flying Needles?"

"I'm afraid there has been a dispute between the Three Flower Temple and the palace."

"Not only that, the mine in Qianluo Mountain has even bigger problems. I'm afraid we have to go and investigate."

Li Ji responded, "Understood."

……

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In the deep mine, the environment is dark and damp. The cave walls are covered with moss, and water droplets slowly slide down the rock walls.

It is said that Hua Jianbai had beaten the warden half to death last time, and was then taken to the lower level prison by a group of people and locked up in one place without food or water.

In the evening, a big man eight feet tall, wearing coarse cloth clothes, a conical hat, holding an iron pickaxe and a shovel, suddenly knocked open the door of the iron prison.

"Aunt?"

The air in the iron cell was filled with a damp, musty smell mixed with the scent of earth, making people feel suffocated.

He called out a few times, and suddenly someone put his hand on his shoulder. He was so scared that he almost screamed.

"Ayu, password."

"Eight hundred standard bearers running?"

"Bed!"

The edge of Pu Boyu's hat was slightly lifted, and when he turned around with a mouthful of white teeth grinning, he really saw Hua Jianbai.

His hair was a little messy and fell on his forehead, his snow-blue clothes were stained with dust, and his lips on his handsome face were chapped, making him look a little haggard.