Song Shi was so excited that he observed from both sides that he saw a cemetery, where was there a manor and a beauty?

"Huang Heyu?"

He shouted.

Puff.

The paper house under the stone tablet burned, and many paper people inside were shaking in the fire, with one to forty-nine words on it.

He had seen the paper man among them, and at this moment, he turned into ashes in a strange smile.

"I still haven't seen the overall situation. This woman has a strong magic power."

Song Shi was silent. He thought he had seen through all this, but in fact, he was just a glimpse of the leopard.

At this time, a soft voice came out: "Young Master, don't panic. This is something made by the paper-cutter, burned for the dead. During this period, we also used the yin energy of the cemetery to cover up the breath and stayed here temporarily. Now the kindness has been returned and we have left here."

“…”

Song Shi was speechless: "Did you leave a voice or are you talking in real time?"

"It's real time. Does the young master want to say anything to He Yu?"

Huang Heyu smiled.

"Did you sleep with me?"

Song Shi asked embarrassedly.

"Young master thinks there is something."

Huang Heyu's voice sounds a bit like he is teasing.

Song Shi thrust his face: "Where do you live, I have to ask you for more sleep."

"Hehe, isn't you a marrow-eating? Unfortunately, this magical power of Huang Liang Yimeng is quite mana-intensive. You can't do it often. You should practice hard by yourself."

Huang Heyu's voice gradually weakened, and it was obvious that if the origami was burned, he would be unable to speak again.

"Yellow Liang Yimeng has such magical powers, which is interesting."

Song Shi touched his chin and became interested.

"Yes, Huang Liang dreams, one dream can kill people, and one dream can awaken people. In the dream, he understands the ultimate truth of heaven and earth. Unfortunately, He Yu's cultivation is shallow and his magical powers are limited. However, the young master has gained many benefits in his dreams, which shows that his qualifications are very excellent."

Huang Heyu's voice became weaker and weaker, and he said, "The power of origami is going to be exhausted. Young Master, there will be a date later. I will see you again if you are destined to be together."

Song Shi became interested when he heard this: "Wait, who is the origami craftsman? I will study one day and cut a paper man's wife for myself."

"It was cut by the paper-cut man cat mother-in-law, but this thing is not clean. The young master is walking on Yangguan Road, so he should not touch it..."

Before the final wonder could be finished, Huang Heyu's voice came to an abrupt end.

Song Shi looked at the paper-cutting turned into ashes and felt a little sad: "What this means is that I walk on Yangguan Road. You are passing a single-plank bridge. Are there any fate between the two sides?"

His mood was a little fluctuating. It was not that he fell in love with the other person, but that he felt that the monster he encountered for the first time was very unique and wanted to make friends.

Well, he doesn't mind many such friends.

call!

A gust of wind blew, and the ashes with warmth swept up with the breeze, as if they were a little nostalgic for each other.

Song Shi looked at the stone tablet with the three words "Yellow Jade".

There is also a line of beautiful small characters next to it: A gentleman is like jade, harmonious but different.

Huang Heyu's human name should be based on this sentence.

Perhaps on that night when the electric fan was thundering, this sentence was said in what the scholar had read.

He saw some grass growing on the grave, which was still green under the autumn wind.

"It should have been a while since they died. If that's what, they will be infected with the plague here, which is much earlier than that of Jinxiu City."

He thrusts in his face.

Good guy, this should be the one who gave him a sleep on the grave sweeping him?

"It's too shameless, I can't tell anyone else about this."

Song Shi turned around and walked out of the cemetery and looked at the refugees who were sleeping soundly.

Their faces were a little relaxed. Although the autumn wind was a little cold, it seemed that because the insects had a relatively high protein content, these people's faces were a little more rosy.

He also understood why Huang Heyu wanted to eat bugs for these people. This was a cemetery with a hammer's food.

"Although the bug is a bit disgusting, this monster is better to people than most people. For example, I don't have such kindness."

Song Shi muttered, looking at the yellow-faced refugee, he touched the storage bag, took out a few pieces of silver, and crushed it a few times.

He is now a monk, and the value of ordinary things to him is getting smaller and smaller.

He was going to give these people some money separately so that they would not cause any trouble.

When he wanted to pay, he counted the number of people, his pupils shrank and found that the number of these people was incorrect.

Although he didn't count deliberately at the beginning, the general number was still clear. It should have exceeded 100 people, so why are there only about 80 people at this moment?

"Leave?"

Song Shi looked at the faint sky, his thoughts spread, and then turned into a phantom and fell at the entrance of the valley.

A series of skinny corpses lay in the grass, with some exposed bones exposed, and they have been dead for a while...

I counted it and it happened to be twenty-one.

He caught a glimpse of one of them missing teeth, and he was the guy who had spoken to him.

"That's a hell!"

Song Shi left cursingly, and halfway through, he threw out a handful of silver.

Under the influence of his thoughts, these silver fell into everyone's arms.

After doing this, he was a little bit on a tree and left in a wave of afterimages.

At this moment, his cultivation level has reached the normal perfection of Qi training, and his phantom step is terrible. He can cross a long distance with just a few breaths.

Moreover, he can walk on leaves and walk on many trees, which is even more elegant than the so-called martial arts masters.

In terms of warrior methods, Song Shi can be said to be very outstanding and can be regarded as a qualified warrior.

But in terms of the methods of cultivators, he is not a mature mage.

Although this time he met Huang Heyu, he also showed that he had poor methods for cultivators.

"There is nothing to learn. Practice sword control. If you can't win, you can slip away faster."

While rushing on the Phantom Step, Song Shi learned Qingfeng sword control technique.

The principle of sword control technique is to communicate with the flying sword with true power, and use the power of the flying sword to kill enemies or fly, which is considered a means of using external objects.

He took out an ordinary flying sword he got when touching the corpse.

This thing is only one foot long and belongs to the lowest level magic weapon. It cannot be bigger, but there is still no problem when you step on it and fly.

Injected with true power, the flying sword trembled, and the runes on it lit up, trembling and floating on its own.

"It's so magical. Isn't this equivalent to a drone in the world of technology?"

Song Shi made a gesture and controlled the flying sword with his divine thoughts, and the latter swayed around him.

His mental power was far beyond the Qi training period, so it was easy to control the flying sword. Before long, the flying sword flexibly flew around him.

"It should be possible to step on."

Pointing at his feet, Song Shi no longer pointed to the leaves opposite him, but stepped on the flying sword, stomped it down, and staggered it to the tree.

"Stay it up!"

Song Shi pinched his hands, and a wisp of true power surged out of his body into the flying sword, acting as energy, and at the same time condensed into a whole with the flying sword.

He thought of accurately controlling the direction and finally stayed in the air.

"Walk!"

He shouted softly, and the flying sword shone brightly, and shot him into the sky.

"Wow, I can finally fly..."

Song Shigang was so happy that he was distracted and let the flying sword lose control. He fell down and broke a tree with a bang.
Chapter completed!