Zi Xing moved into a room alone.

After a simple washing, Zixing sent away the maid in the guest room.

Zixing decided to take a half hour nap. When it was late at night, he secretly went to the horse house to have a private meeting. He asked questions about this villa.

I don’t know how long I fell asleep, but I suddenly woke up.

It seemed as if there was a voice calling him, and when he listened carefully, he heard nothing.

"I didn't have nightmares! Did I have 'audit hallucinations' before I got old?"

Zi Xing's eyes wide open with bright eyes, and his eyes unconsciously wandered indoors.

There are no lights or fires in the room, and there are no stars or moons outside the window, and it is pitch black. Zixing's eyes tempered by "Hongmeng Purple Liquid" can see the scenery inside clearly even if he does not deliberately use his skills.

What attracted his attention to him for a longer time was the "murals" on the four walls and the sky.

They are some murals mainly based on mythological themes, with a realistic style that reveals weirdness.

I saw that in the tumultuous sea of ​​clouds, a strange animal seemed to be floating and sinking.

"Well, the character in this painting looks very similar to the legendary "Xing Tian" who was still dead after being cut off his head. He actually painted Xing Tian in the house without drawing a beautiful woman. Could it be that the owner of this Wuming Village is actually a believer of Xing Tian? Or, he is simply a descendant of Xing Tian? However, it seems that he has never heard of Xing Tian marrying a wife?"

When Zi Xing first saw such a thing, he was shocked. He didn't expect that the owner here would draw the "harlequin" on the wall, and the paintings were vivid and lifelike, and it looked like he was about to walk down from the wall.

"Xing Tian dances with Gan Qi, and his strong ambitions are always there." Zi Xing couldn't help but recite two poems by Tao Yuanming.

After thinking about it all, his mind became hazy and was about to enter the sleeping place again, a sharp baby cry suddenly came, followed by a faint sound of shouting, which poured into Zi Xing's mind like waves, throbbing his mind.

Zi Xing sat up suddenly with cold sweat all over her body.

"Come on now! Come on now and take me out!"

In the dark, there seemed to be a sad and moving voice that kept urging Zixing.

Is it the female ghost 138 calling him?

I can't be sure. I can only hear clearly that it was a female voice.

Zi Xing stayed for a while, finally slowly got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and flashed out of the room through the window.

There was a mist outside at some point. The faint shadow of mist made the nameless village that suddenly appeared in this Zijin Ridge more mysterious and unpredictable.

The buildings in the entire villa are looming in the fog; from time to time, the roars of wild beasts and the sound of night owls are heard, mysterious and strange feelings, which are straight through people's hearts, making people believe that there must be countless secrets and stories hidden in this villa.

From the outside, the background of Wuming Village is not visible at all. The surrounding walls are not high, only 18 feet tall, which is two feet shorter than the height of an ordinary city wall.

The walls of the community where Zi Xing lived in his previous life were of course not as high as the walls of this villa; but those walls were equipped with power grids, which felt safer than the walls of this villa.

What Zi Xing admires most is that these walls are made of specially made large blue bricks. The blue bricks not only look simple and elegant, but also very hard. When you hit them with stones, you only leave a little mark on the surface.

The entire villa covers an area of ​​astonishing thousands of acres, and even the guard river is dug based on the terrain, surrounding hundreds of houses of various types.

The layout of the villa is a bit dull, like a square of large and small pieces, pieced together.

Zixing walked quietly between the houses.

Because I had known that I would meet the female ghost late at night, Zixing had memorized the route he was going to walk before.

When walking this time, I seemed familiar with the road. I did not alarm any police whistle along the way, and soon approached the southern area of ​​the villa.

After a series of courtyards of all sizes.

There are obviously more guards.

Outside those buildings with a vast area, burly men in groups of five people patrol repeatedly in this area at a certain frequency.

Each of them was wearing a thin chain mail and a javelin, which was heavier than the spear used by the army. A large knife was wrapped around their waists, which were made of mud iron and shining black.

Armed forces that are more advanced than the equipment of ordinary troops, well-trained police whistles, and so tightly protected by people who don’t know the details can simply mistakenly think that the owner of this Wuming Village should be a retired imperial marshal.

However, Zixing has no time to explore the secrets hidden in "Wu Mingzhuang".

He sacrificed his sleep time in the middle of the night. He was not a peerless beauty who wanted to meet in private. He wanted to meet the female ghost 138.

138 is now possessed by the dark horse "Midnight". In order to keep this secret from being discovered, 138 can only be taken to the horse hangar and stayed honestly.

Before parting, 138 had made an agreement with Zixing that he would go to the horse shed to secretly meet it. It had very important things to discuss with him.

Zi Xing has always been curious: What is the relationship between 138 and the owner of this moving villa? How did 138 notify the other party to get the villa here? 138 Why did he encourage everyone to stay in this villa?

There are fifty horse sheds in total, but the total number of horses in the villa is more than 800.

Therefore, the noble dark horse "Midnight" can only be arranged to be locked in the same shed with more than ten other horses.

Zixing thought that the female ghost 138 must be full of grievances.

Unexpectedly, after finally finding the horse shed at 138, I found that this female ghost was unwilling to suffer any loss anywhere.

The dark horse exuded a deterrent force all over the body, which made the "mortal horses" who were in the same shed feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, and they squeezed into a corner, leaving most of the space in the shed to the dark horse.

It’s okay for a dark horse to dance in the horse shed.

Finally, I saw Zi Xing who was late and squatting in the shed, 138, who was dozing lazily, suddenly became energetic; I came to the half-waisted wooden gate in three or two steps, and extended my right front leg outside the wooden gate.

Zi Xing understood it. She sat down against the wooden gate, then reached out and held the horse's feet.

Well, in order to minimize the chance of being eavesdropped and talked, it is more appropriate to adopt the "thinking communication" method.

"Oh, you guy is so slow to do things. You are aging before you get old, like an old man." 138 complained to Zi Xing first: "Why did you come so late? I almost ran out to find you."

She complained about the poor living conditions now. With the friendship between her father and the older generation who were left by Wuming's owner, she also expected that she would not enjoy too high treatment. However, Wuming's owner did not show up to see her, which was too unreasonable...

Zi Xing was secretly funny, and first pointed out a question: "If you want to rank the age, you are much older than me! I am more than enough when I am my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-g

138 I was suffocated and couldn't speak for a long time.

"Tell me, I'll ask me to hold a 'Horse Pan Secret Meeting' late at night, the purpose of the gods?" Zi Xing knew that 138 belonged to a kind of young woman, and she couldn't let her face be very difficult. Let's get back to the point.

When it comes to serious business, 138 suddenly became active. Her proud voice rang in Zixing's mind: "That day, you and Zhu Ye'er staged a 'brother-sister recognition' in the house; I also heard the secret of Emperor Yi of the Great Shang Dynasty being dropped by the bag..."

Zi Xing was shocked and almost jumped up.

Too careless! Too careless! I was not experienced enough and didn't even beware of "ears outside the wall"! But Zhu Ye'er is still a successful killer. How can he be vigilant than me?

Zi Xing was upset for a while. Then he thought: This female ghost showed up with me early, so there should be no malice.

Having let go of half of his heart for the time being, Zixing deliberately pretended to be vicious: "Do you want to do something? Tell me quickly. Don't force me to 'kill people to silence'!"

"Kill someone to silence? Just blow it. If you have that ability, I'll take your surname." 138 commented disdainfully. I won't take Zi Xing's joke seriously.

"I can see that you are not willing to go to Chaoge. On the one hand, you are worried that you will be killed by the fake Emperor Yi, and on the other hand, you are also afraid of Saint Nuwa." 138 analyzed: "Saint Nuwa has been staying in Chaoge, waiting to see you. This is abnormal. I don't know what Nuwa's purpose is, but I guess she has been involved in the palace struggle of the Great Shang Kingdom; if His Majesty Emperor Yi was transferred, there is probably a shadow of Nuwa behind it..."

Zi Xing was secretly shocked.

This female ghost brags that she is a wise type, and Zi Xing has never cared much; now she can easily guess the hidden things he is having a headache about, and only then can she realize that this female ghost is indeed very smart.

Finally, 138 was even more shocking and silenced: "You don't want to go back to Chaoge, are you afraid of being harmed by Nuwa? I have a way to help you take down Nuwa! Then you can cure her as you want."

"Are you bragging? You're such a big tone?" Zi Xing's face was full of questions: "That's a 'saint'."

Female Ghost 138, probably don’t know the secret of Nuwa’s “dividing into three”. Then, her threat to take Nuwa now is equivalent to claiming that she has the strength to deal with the legendary “immortal” saint.

It's really crazy.

Zi Xing couldn't help but emphasize again: "According to the viewpoint of a country cultivator like me who has no great knowledge, the standard for becoming a 'saint' can at least live with the heaven and earth, the heaven and earth are immortal, and the saint is immortal. You have even studied the topic of soul robbing the body of the soul for thousands of years without conclusions. Do you actually boast that you can take down the saint to rectify it at will?"

138 laughed dryly: "As long as you do me a favor, you will steal something in this villa, and you will still be 70% sure to deal with the saint."

It turns out that it was a "blank check" that would allow you to inject a dose of "chicken blood" mentally, and he was excited to be a "pawn" for her.

Zi Xing blocked the female ghost 138 in anger: "I'm not kind. Didn't the owner of this 'Not-named village' have a connection with you? His father used to owe your father a favor. When his son received your call, he immediately brought a moving villa to pick you up. You're fine, you want to steal in the villa. No wonder people say 'It's hard to be a good person'..."

"There are many things you don't understand..."

138 Sighing faintly.

Then, there was a long period of silence.

Zi Xing thought 138 was angry with him and stopped talking. Just as he was about to speak, 138 broke the silence first.

The female ghost's voice was filled with a strong sense of temptation and confusion: "Let me tell you first, let's talk about the way to deal with the 'saint', so as not to think that I can't speak nonsense. The way to deal with the saint is a secret that is not passed on..."

"You said." Zixing was really interested.

Anyone who has a "saint" level rival wants to know how to deal with the saint.

"The strength among saints is also different from the lower level. But the threshold for becoming a saint, as you said just now, must at least be "immortal and immortal."

"The few saints nowadays are mostly militants. They not only look for ‘agents’ in the world to start wars, but when they are intrigued, they also take action directly. In this way, the problem arises.

"Sages are all 'immortal'. The war between the saints can last for thousands of years. The hatred accumulated over tens of thousands of years is unfathomable, and of course, they will also have the idea of ​​putting their opponents to death. However, the saints are immortal, what do you think of doing..."

"Seal?" Zi Xing has read a lot of fantasy and cultivation novels in his previous life, and there are still some ordinary standard answers.

"Sealing a saint is a total joke. Seal can only happen under one condition: a person's ability is hundreds of times stronger than another. The 'seal' is not something that appears out of thin air, it also needs strength to maintain it. But the saint is already the peak of the strong. Where can I find a force that is hundreds of times stronger than a single saint to force the saint to "seal" the saint?"

"It makes sense. The correct answer is..." Zi Xing was too lazy to guess.

"So far, as far as I know, there is only one successful example of 'killing saints'." 138 said: "This is also a top secret in the world of cultivation."

"Can you really kill the saint who is 'immortal'?" Zi Xing was surprised and curious: "What kind of method is it?"

"This method has no name. The masters of the cultivation world who know the secret of the fall of the saints back then call that method 'reincarnation'."
To be continued...