Chu Song calmed down and was about to speak, but saw Ying Feiyang looking around.
Chu Song saw that the female demons around him were looking at him in confusion and whispering to each other. Chu Song knew that he had made a slip of the tongue and stopped talking. Ying Feiyang asked again, "Why is there a fire? Who sealed your meridians in the fire? Where's Qin Feng? Why didn't she protect you? "
Chu Song hesitated for a moment and bit his lips, "It was Sister Qin Feng who attacked me."
"Sister Qin Feng attacked you? How is that possible?" The surrounding banshees were in an uproar.
Meanwhile, Ying Feiyang frowned and asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know either......" Chu Song was confused and wronged, "Sister Qin Feng has been reading books with me since noon. Just now, I finally made a discovery and wanted to share it with her. However, she said I discovered it too late. Then, she suddenly restrained me and even set the house on fire...... Young Master, why did Sister Qin Feng do that? Could it be that he......"
"She also set the house on fire?" Ying Feiyang thought for a moment and his expression turned stern. He seemed to understand Qin Feng's intention and stood up to leave.
Zhao Ya saw that and hurriedly asked, "Young Master, what's wrong? Do you need us to accompany you? "
"No need! I can handle it myself. Control the fire first and send Chu Song to rest. I'll be back soon. "Ying Feiyang paused. Before he finished speaking, he was already far away.
Ying Feiyang left in a hurry. The other banshees were confused. They looked at Zhao Ya and asked, "Sister Zhao Ya, what should we do?"
"Why ask so much? Since Young Master has given the order, we will follow it. " As Zhao Ya spoke, she infused her arcane power. The water vapor in the surroundings condensed into butterflies and flew towards the fire.
Zhao Ya unleashed her full strength. With the cooperation of the other banshees, as black ash, sparks and water butterflies danced together, the wantonly fire finally collapsed.
First, it was roasted by fire, then soaked in water. The roof beams were already broken, and the house couldn't bear the heavy load. At this moment, it was on the verge of collapse.
Zhao Ya looked around and ordered, "Check to see if there are any unextinguished fires. You guys patrol the surroundings, I will go inside to check." With that, Zhao Ya disregarded the danger and entered the house.
The interior of the house was charred black. There were still remnants of flames flickering in the cracks of the walls and under the corner of the table, struggling at death's door. However, Zhao Ya turned a blind eye to the flames. She looked around as if she was searching for something else.
His gaze stopped at the bed. This place was less affected by the flames, and the furniture was still barely intact. There was a half-burned letter scattered on the floor beside the bed.
Seeing the letter, Zhao Ya revealed a relieved smile. She lifted the tip of her foot and kicked the letter lightly, bringing it to the open flame.
The letter that had just escaped was burned again. It curled up and deformed under the bright red flames.
The words "Dear Sister Han Fu" were also swallowed by the flames and slowly turned into ashes, no longer existing.
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A little further away, another piece of paper also turned into ashes in the flames. After skimming over Ying Feiyang's plan, Xie Anping pondered as he placed the paper with the plan written on it into the light.
The oil lamp that had almost burned out was added with fuel. It instantly became much brighter. The light flickered, casting Xie Anping's shadow on the wall.
It also reflected a soundless black shadow!
A long whisker-like shadow slowly grew out from behind Xie Anping. It spread and extended like a skilled predator, silently climbing up the back of Xie Anping's neck.
Then, it suddenly tightened and tightly wrapped around Xie Anping's neck!
By the time Xie Anping realized it, his scream had already been strangled in his throat.
Under the illumination of the light, the shadow's true appearance was revealed. It was actually a thorny thorn!
The thorns of the thorn mercilessly pierced into his fair skin, leaving streaks of blood. Xie Anping instinctively struggled, reaching out to grab the thorn on his neck, desperately trying to pull it away. He kicked around helplessly. The table was kicked over with a bang, and the oil lamp went out with a whimper, taking away the last of its light.
Everything seemed to return to darkness and silence once again.
"Mistress, what's wrong?" At this moment, Miao Er's voice came from outside.
"Mistress, are you there? Miao Er is in!" After calling out a few times and getting no response, Miao Er pushed the door open and entered. The door opened a little, and the light from the burning fire shone in, allowing Miao Er to see the scene in the dark room. She couldn't help but exclaim.
Xie Anping's slender neck was almost broken. His delicate face was distorted due to the pain, turning red, and gradually turning purple.
"Mistress, let me help you!" Seeing this, Miao Er hurriedly rushed forward.
But a voice came from the shadows. "It's none of your business!"
Before the voice died away, a few more thorns shot out, tying Miao Er up like a "dumpling" and throwing her out of the room.
"Sister Qin Feng! What are you doing … "Miao Er looked at the voice that came from the shadows and couldn't help but cry out. But before she could finish, the thorns had already bound her mouth as well.
The attacker had a slender figure, and her beautiful eyes hid a fatal killing intent. It was Qin Feng. But Xie Anping didn't have the time to be surprised, or rather, she didn't feel surprised at all.
Instead, he took advantage of the moment when Qin Feng was distracted and took a deep breath when the vines around his neck loosened. A cold current instantly spread out from his dantian to his hand as he inhaled and exhaled. The water in the thorny vines was instantly frozen by the extremely cold Zhen Qi. The originally soft and tough vines became brittle and hard, and were immediately torn apart by Xie Anping.
And as soon as she was free, Xie Anping sat down as if she had just escaped, panting heavily.
"If my memory isn't wrong, Mistress, in order to be together with Young Master, when you betrayed Ling Xiao Sword School, you crippled your own cultivation. Since then, your physique has been worse than a normal person's. I wonder when did you manage to cultivate this cold Innate Qi again? Just based on this, I know that I didn't find the wrong person. The one who is possessed by the mother parasite is indeed you. "Qin Feng wasn't in a hurry to chase after her. He calmly walked closer as he spoke.
"Huu … huu …" Xie Anping's breathing stabilized, and she said sarcastically, "First kill, then distinguish the real from the fake. If I didn't have this ability, I would have died just now. Commander Qin, aren't you afraid of killing the wrong person?"
"Well … it's not a big deal." Qin Feng seemed to be thinking seriously, and then he put on an indifferent expression, "If you kill the right person, then everyone will be happy. But if you don't kill the right person, our memories will continue to be stolen. That way, we will die together with everyone else. You will just die a day earlier than us."
"So, after saying so much, can you die more willingly?" As Qin Feng spoke, he snapped his fingers.
In an instant, countless thorns sprouted out from the roof, walls, and ground. They were like long spears, all of them stabbing towards Xie Anping from all directions.
Xie Anping felt the pressure, and with a grab of his hand, he condensed his qi into ice, forming a sparkling and translucent ice sword in his hand. At the same time, he brandished the sword in a circle, slashing apart the thorns. However, he felt that the more he slashed, the more thorns there were. There was no end to them, and he could only increase his strength.
However, one was using all his strength, while the other was handling the thorns with ease. The difference in their cultivation bases was clear. After defending for a long time, Xie Anping felt that the speed at which he regained his qi was unable to match the speed at which the thorns grew. Under the pressure, his internal energy suddenly stagnated, and his hands lost all strength. The ice sword in his hand was actually knocked away by the thorns.
Qin Feng smiled, and the thorns moved according to his will, activating his killing move. The thorns pierced out at the same time, wanting to pierce countless holes in Xie Anping who had lost his weapon.
Suddenly, the ice sword that was knocked away seemed to have been guided, and changed its direction in the air, heading straight for Qin Feng's face.
The smile on Qin Feng's face froze, and he tilted his head to dodge. The blade of the sword brushed past his ear, and a few strands of his hair were cut off by the sharp blade.
After dodging, Qin Feng suddenly turned around, only to see the door being smashed open by a swift force. With a "bang" sound, the person was faster than the sound, the person was faster, and the sword was even faster. A figure rushed in and grabbed the ice sword that was flying towards him. With a shake of the sword hilt, dozens of Sword Qi were shot out.
Qin Feng's face turned serious, and with a wave of his hand, the thorns also changed their direction, and interweaved with each other, heading straight for the incoming sword qi.
"Chi chi chi!"
The sword qi and the thorns attacked each other, and the sound of wind breaking could be heard, and it was continuous.
And every time they clashed, the force would spread out, and the wind would stir up waves of air. The fragile doors and windows kept opening and closing under the impact of the air waves, making a "squeaking" sound.
It was dark inside the house. Miao Er, who was thrown outside the door, tried her best to widen her eyes, but she could not see the scene inside the house clearly. She could only vaguely hear the sounds of tables, chairs, tea sets, and utensils being poisoned, toppled, broken, and torn into powder. It was as if the autumn rain that should have fallen for a few days was being compressed in the small, dark, lightless room, brewing, fermenting into a raging storm, and spilling out. And in the gaps between the open and closed doors, the occasional cold and sharp sword gleam was the faint dazzling lightning in the storm.
"What happened inside? Who was the figure that rushed in just now? "Miao Er who was tied up like a dumpling was puzzled, and hopped closer, wanting to see the situation inside the house.
Suddenly, after the flash of lightning, the sound of thunder descended!
A muffled collision sound was like thunder, and the air waves exploded with thousands of sparks. The door was finally unable to withstand the impact, and was sent flying. Miao Er who was tied up lost her balance, and was also hit by the door.
And a spark floated down, and landed on the oil lamp that had fallen to the ground. The oil was instantly ignited, and the orange flame illuminated the two figures in the dark room.
The thorns around Qin Feng's body were only half-burnt, and with a wave of her sleeve, the remaining thorns retracted back into the cracks of the wall, as if they were never there.
And the ice sword in Ying Feiyang's hand, also quickly evaporated, turning into a cloud of water vapor, and no longer existed.
Other than the two of them, there was no one else in the room …
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