"Senior brother, are you talking about the wronged soul who is looking for a substitute?"

Mingxin raised his head slightly and looked at Ling Xiao, and his two sparse eyebrows squeezed into the middle.

"Yes, it should be a scapegoat."

Ling Xiao nodded.

"If you are a scapegoat, you will not be too resentful." Ming Xin thought for a while, maybe he felt that this problem was not very difficult, and his face slowed down. "Senior brother, do you know how much resentful this gangster is?"

Ling Xiao understood this question.

Because last time he asked Mingxin, the other party mentioned how to distinguish the level of resentful ghosts and evil ghosts.

A resentful ghost is a resentful soul that turns into a resentful soul after a person dies and does not dissipate in a certain condition.

The strength of a resentful ghost depends on the strength of the resentment. Mingxin once mentioned that the resentful ghost is divided into ten levels, and it can be determined by the number of resentful layers.

As for the evil ghost, it is already a powerful existence that transcends the resentful ghost. Resentment turns into evil spirits. Wherever the evil ghost appears, it will inevitably cause strange and frequent deaths.

“It should be three levels.”

Ling Xiao recalled it.

Although the resentful ghost I saw in school did not see the front, the resentment that emanated from it at that time should be above and below the third floor, not reaching the fourth floor.

“Three layers…”

Mingxin's face suddenly turned bitter and she felt a little powerless: "Senior brother, the third level of resentment ghost, if it is encountered by the Three Forging Warriors who have not opened their eyes, it will be easy to get caught. How can ordinary people deal with it?"

Hearing this, Ling Xiao's face suddenly changed.

Are the three-forged warriors likely to encounter danger if they don’t open their eyes?

Even if a chicken like me is open, wouldn’t she go to deliver the food?

"Junior brother, there's really nothing I can do?"

His face suddenly sank. The third level of resentment was the breath of spiritual in front of him. Whether he could turn over before the martial arts examination was basically counting on this resentment who was looking for a substitute.

And he did not forget that a few days ago, Qin Hao and Zhao Qianzhen almost fought for a fierce ghost who had not yet confirmed their whereabouts.

Mingxin was frowning and his eyebrows were squeezed into a ball.

“It can’t be said that there is no…just”

He hesitated, as if he had something to hide, but it made Ling Xiao anxious.

"You may as well say something."

Mingxin smiled bitterly: "Senior brother, if an ordinary person encounters a third-level resentful ghost, the best way is to travel as far as possible."

But there is one thing he hasn't said yet, that is the third level of resentment. If he really targets an ordinary person, then this person basically has no way out.

"I can't run away."

Ling Xiao shook his head. The scapegoat was in school. Where could he go? Wouldn't he go to school?

Besides, although he always feels that he is a self-self, as long as his family, friends and himself live well, he will not care even if the outside world is upside down.

But in the school, he had his own classmates, friends, and teachers who had taught him for several years, and he couldn't sit idly by.

No matter who this resentful ghost hurts the school, he will not be able to get along with his conscience.

Who told me to know about the existence of this resentful ghost in advance? If I don’t know anything, it would be easy to say.

Mingxin looked at Ling Xiao, and Ling Xiao also stared at Mingxin.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Mingxin suddenly felt like she was deflated and whispered: "Senior Brother, I don't know what kind of experience this ordinary person you are talking about now, but I still want to persuade you, if you can escape, you will run away."

Speaking of this, he saw Ling Xiao shook his head again, and his face became more and more bitter.

"I have a Buddhist scripture in Vajra Sect. Brother Bai, then that's it, let's try it..."

......

"Senior Brother Bai?"

Ling Xiao looked at Mingxin's departure back, but his expression was indescribable.

Did I tell you my surname Bai?

Didn’t this little monk remember something wrong? Did he mess up me with another man named Bai?

He shook his head speechlessly.

There was no one else in the space at this moment, and it seemed a little empty. The mist around it was flowing like water. In the gray mist, it seemed that there were many things swimming.

But Ling Xiao couldn't see it clearly.

"Not quite right."

Ling Xiao was not in a hurry to withdraw, but at this moment he instinctively felt something was wrong.

Why did Mingxin suddenly call herself Senior Brother Bai?

A warrior should not make a low-level mistake like admitting the wrong person, not to mention that Mingxin has seen him twice, and each time he talks for at least half an hour.

It only took a few days between two exchanges.

In this case, basically no one will remember to mess around, right?

"Senior Brother Bai? Heh."

Ling Xiao seemed to have noticed something, and he carefully recalled Ming Xin's gaze and expression at that time.

When Mingxin called himself "Senior Brother Bai", his expression did not change much, just like usual, but at that time his eyes were looking down and he did not stare at him.

Read down?

Ling Xiao lowered his head slightly. Wherever he looked, there was a misty ball of light under his feet. The surface was transparent crystals and very smooth. However, when people stood on it, they would involuntarily be attracted by the ball of light, so they could stand firm.

Inside the light ball, the halo flows, like clouds, constantly flowing.

Ling Xiao looked at it intently. He felt that he might have ignored something, and Mingxin could not call him Senior Brother Bai for no reason.

At that moment, he concentrated, even squatted down, lowered his head and looked inside the sphere.

The clouds in the light ball kept flowing, which easily blocked his vision, so he could only stare intently and look deeper through the gaps in the flow of clouds.

Something flashed.

"Mirror?"

The thing flashed by and was soon covered by the lingering clouds.

But Ling Xiao was still surprised. The central area of ​​the light ball turned out to be a mirror.

"And there seem to be words on it, but I didn't see clearly."

Ling Xiao frowned. The mirror was only the size of a palm, and its style was similar to the ancient Bagua mirror. It was not a modern silver-plated mirror, but a bronze mirror.

He vaguely saw a few words on the mirror.

Now his doubts became deeper. The light ball condensed in the gray fog along with his body. Why didn't he notice this mirror at that time?

After staring at him for a few more minutes, Ling Xiao finally seized the opportunity and saw the full view of the mirror.

"Bai Mu."

He finally saw the words on the mirror clearly, but then he was stunned for a moment, Bai Mu, what the hell, my name here?

But this is unscientific.

His body is almost no different from that in the real world. Except for the quaint clothing and the long hair, there is no change in everything else.

But why did the two words "Bai Mu" be left in the strange bronze mirror inside the light ball under my feet?
Chapter completed!