Unscrupulous Spiritualist[Transmigration Book]

Yang Xing told Sikong Li all about Yinxianyu's ins and outs, which he had discussed with Yan Yufeng before coming. The patriarch of the Sikong family would never spread these things to the outside world, and he might know something they didn't know If you have any information, why not tell him directly and see if you can gain something.

And Yang Xing himself is always willing to trust Sikong Li in his own heart, he has an intuition that Sikong Li is a trustworthy person, and generally speaking...his intuition is rarely wrong.

Sikong Li's expression went from being interested at the beginning to being surprised later, and after hearing that someone wanted to snatch the four artifacts, he became serious again.

After listening to the general information, Sikong Li frowned and said: "This person is not simple, he not only knows the information, but his strength is not weaker than yours."

Yang Xing nodded: "So we want to see if we can get the remaining three instruments before him."

"The reason you came back this time is to find what Sikong Yunxian left behind, right?"

Yang Xing smiled: "The patriarch is still smart."

Sikong Li stroked his white beard, shook his head: "You..."

"Come here, I just have a fragment of a scroll here, which was accidentally discovered by a member of the clan, and it has been hidden and never taken out." Said, Sikong Li walked towards a bookshelf by the wall.

The two followed, only to find that there was a hole in the bookshelf, and after pushing it away, there was another small room.

Sikong Li entered the room, took out a parchment scroll from a huge porcelain vase, and handed it to Yang Xing.

Yang Xing unfolded the parchment and found that there were no words on it.

"This is?"

Yan Yufeng frowned suddenly, and said, "Show me."

After receiving the fragmented scroll, Yan Yufeng lifted it up and looked at it with the light above his head.

Yang Xing leaned over and found that there were some handwriting on it, but most of them were blurred, and he didn't know the words here, so he had to give up and wait for Yan Yufeng's message.

"What's written on it?" Yang Xing couldn't help asking.

Yan Yufeng looked at it for a long time before saying: "...It's hard to see clearly, I can vaguely see the word 'Wu Zhu'."

"Wuzhu?" Yang Xing thought, "Is that... Wuzhu's Yin House?"

Wuzhu Yin House, when Yang Xing first came to this book, Sikong Yangxing had just come out of the Yin House, and subdued Wu Zhu Ghost King, becoming famous in one battle.

Could it be that the clue of the magic weapon... is actually related to that yin house?

Sikong Li nodded: "That's right, we can only see the word 'Wuzhu', so I was still very worried when Xing'er went to Wuzhu's mansion a few months ago, but luckily you didn't encounter any danger."

"By the way, Xing'er, did you find anything in that Wuzhu Yin mansion?"

Yang Xing was at a loss for words for a moment, he really didn't know...had he found anything...

Seeing his hesitation, Yan Yufeng knew that he didn't remember either, and continued, "It's been too long, it's hard to remember."

Sikong Li nodded: "But Xing'er, you don't have to worry, it's not like you haven't been to that private house before, at worst you'll have to go again."

Yang Xing's heart skipped a beat, he was afraid because he had been there before, who knows what's going on inside now, at that time, in order to make the main character stronger, he raised Wuzhu Ghost King's combat power by a lot of levels, but he couldn't kill him in the end. It was sealed in the coffin, if he is asked to go now, I am afraid that he will not even be able to bring the ghost king to the side of the coffin...

Sikong Li: "Okay, there is only so much information I can provide you, time is too tight, you guys have a rest tonight, start your journey tomorrow, and meet Cheng Lijun as soon as possible, so I can feel more at ease as soon as possible."

Yang Xing nodded: "Okay, Patriarch, thank you for your hard work."

The two returned to Sikong Yangxing's original home. Sikong Yangxing's parents died young, and he had a good talent in urine since he was a child. He was brought up by the patriarch until he was a weak crown. He went out all the time, and even Bai Sanghai didn't come back a few times.

The furnishings in the house were sparse and crude, and a bed was still tailored to the young Sikong Yangxing's body, so two people obviously couldn't sleep in it.

Yang Xing stared at the bed for a long time, and finally sighed resignedly: "I'll go to the patriarch again and ask for a quilt. I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

Yan Yufeng glanced at him and said, "I'll be fine."

He found two quilts, spread them out on the floor, and lay down quietly. Yang Xing originally wanted to give way, but seeing that he quickly closed his eyes, he didn't speak anymore. He took off his coat and went to bed and lay down. I closed my eyes.

……

The Baisanghai at night is very cool, looking up at the stars in the middle of the night, I feel a little chilly, I opened my eyes and looked at Yan Yufeng on the ground next to him, who only had a thin quilt on his body, and couldn't help feeling worried: Although Yan Yufeng is in good health, in case Once it freezes, it's his fault, and this is his own territory after all...

Thinking of this, he slowly sat up, trying to find out if there were any extra quilts.

Unexpectedly, when he moved, Yan Yufeng woke up immediately: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xing was stunned, and stepped back as he was about to get off the bed, and said in a low voice, "It's okay..."

Yan Yufeng looked at him and said, "Go to sleep."

Yang Xing nodded, and lay back.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't fall asleep at all this time, Yang Xing opened and closed his eyes several times, but he still couldn't develop sleepiness, so he turned over and sat up helplessly.

Yan Yufeng slowly opened his eyes, with a smile in his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Yang Xing looked at him hesitantly, but still asked: "Are you cold?"

Yan Yufeng didn't hesitate: "It's cold."

Yang Xing nodded: "That's good...huh?" Only then did he realize that the other party said it was cold, Yang Xing paused, and then said: "Then... let me find you a quilt?"

Yan Yufeng stood up: "Are you cold?"

Yang Xing blinked: "I'm fine, a little..." He watched the person across from him approaching step by step, and subconsciously said: "You..."

Yan Yufeng stood in front of his bed and looked at the young man by the moonlight. The young man's thin white pajamas shone warmly under the moonlight. His long hair was completely loose and hung by his side. He raised his eyes to look at his face. At that time, his expression was so focused that people couldn't take their eyes off.

There was an inexplicable pause in the air, Yang Xing looked up at the black-clothed youth in front of him, his neck felt a little sore, and then he said slowly: "Otherwise...you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Yufeng had already started to act. He raised his legs and stepped onto the bed. Yang Xing felt that the bed had collapsed slightly to one side, and he quickly regained his composure: Yan Yufeng had already lay down.

Yang Xing was stunned for a moment, seeing that the other party had no intention of bringing over the quilt on the ground, he slowly let his quilt out a little and covered him.

"Thank you." I don't know if it was because of the night, but Yan Yufeng's voice was a bit magnetically hoarse. When he looked sideways at Yang Xing and talking, Yang Xing could almost feel the airflow of his words flowing past his ears. His ears turned red immediately.

Yang Xing quickly turned his back to Yan Yufeng, and said in a low voice, "No, no need... sleep."

Yan Yufeng's voice carried a smile: "Okay, go to sleep."

Yang Xing closed his eyes, but always felt that there was a gaze staring at him from behind. He turned over too decisively just now, but now he was embarrassed to turn back, and suddenly fell into a tangle.

In this hesitant and confused state, Yang Xing fell asleep like this, and his breathing gradually became even and shallow.

Behind him, Yan Yufeng opened his eyes quietly, looked at the sleeping young man in front of him, and after looking at him for a long time, he raised his hand and moved the quilt over the young man, making sure that both sides were tucked in so that it would not leak into it. With a gust of wind, he slowly closed his eyes.

……

When she woke up the next day, Yang Xing woke up in a warm embrace.

He raised his head in confusion, and what caught his eyes was the infinitely magnified Yan Yufeng's face. He didn't react for a while, and was stunned.

Yan Yufeng seemed to be in a good mood, seeing his dumbfounded look, he found it cute, so he smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

Only then did Yang Xing react suddenly, and quickly got up and sat up, twisting his neck all of a sudden because of the too violent movement.

"what!"

Yan Yufeng changed his face in an instant, sat up and took his wobbly hand: "Don't move, let me see."

While rubbing his neck, he said, "What are you doing so fast when you get up?"

Yang Xing's entire face turned red, and while he wanted to ask himself why he was in his arms, he also felt his neck hurt so much that he didn't want to speak, and it took him a long time to recover.

Yan Yufeng massaged very lightly, with just the right amount of force, which quickly relieved his discomfort.

After the discomfort was over, Yang Xing felt that Yan Yufeng's hands were gently pinching the back of his neck, while intentionally or unintentionally probing to both sides, every skin he touched caused him to shiver, the skin was sensitive The speed seems to be magnified several times by someone, and it is directly connected to the heart and beats faster.

Dazedly feeling a strange feeling in his body, Yang Xing grabbed Yan Yufeng's hand, interrupted his movements, and said, "Okay..."

Yan Yufeng stopped his movements, let the young man grab him, and said, "Be more careful in the future."

"Understood." Yang Xing's voice became quieter, and he stood up slowly, only to realize that he occupied almost half of the bed, and Yan Yufeng only slept on a small part.

Thinking of his bad habit of sleeping, Yang Xing reckoned that he had been squeezing towards Yan Yufeng's side until he was about to squeeze him out of bed, so he dragged himself to sleep in desperation.

It should be like this...Yang Xing murmured in his heart twice, he couldn't be sleeping with someone in his arms, that would be too... shameful.

Yan Yufeng's voice brought back his thoughts that were flying all over his head: "By the way, your eyes..."

It was only then that Yang Xing remembered that he seemed...to have lost that golden mask.

He whispered: "Yingla said that the Gu was not good, so I took it off. I don't know what method I used. My eyes can see clearly now."

Yan Yufeng stared at him for a while, his expression didn't seem very good, but he restrained his expression, and replied, "Got it. Let's clean up. We're leaving today. I received a letter from Bai Yesheng yesterday. There seems to be something wrong."

Yang Xing was startled: "What's wrong?"

Yan Yufeng handed him a piece of jade: "Listen."

For some reason, he always felt that Yan Yufeng's expression was a bit strange, and he injected a little spiritual power into "Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission" in bewilderment, and Yang Xing instantly understood what was going on with Yan Yufeng's expression.

There seemed to be countless messages piled up in the jade piece. He was too busy during this time, and he forgot to open it. At this moment, the overwhelming voice of Bai Yesheng almost drowned him:

"Get over it quickly."

"Yang Xing, what's going on with you? Why is there no news?"

……

"There are many mountains and rivers in Shu, so be careful not to get lost."

"There is something! Come quickly!"

……

"Sikong Yangxing, did you receive the letter? Why didn't you reply?"

"Urgent! Hurry up!"

……

"Your uncle's Sikong Yangxing, if you don't come, I will die!"