The green clouds in the sky began to fall, and I felt relieved. I saw Qing Ming staring at my strange behavior inexplicably. I was very puzzled. I glared at him fiercely and said:

"I'll try some nectar, what's wrong?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt something being wet on my face, like raindrops. The raindrops became heavier and heavier. These raindrops were green in color and fell on my tongue. I immediately felt a refreshing feeling.

, there is also a faint sweet taste, and the numbness on the tip of the bitten tongue gradually begins to ease.

However, the range of this green cloud was very small, about three meters in diameter, and the secret method I used was directly applied to Qing Ming. I could only barely touch it and had to lean towards him. Finally, I turned around.

, directly extended my blackened left foot that was injured by the explosion to Qing Ming's side.

The spell lasted only a short time. Green raindrops hit my feet, and I saw the black burnt parts fade away like ink, revealing bright red flesh and blood. The flesh and blood began to slowly heal, and finally gave birth to

It has a new thin layer of skin, the kind that can be broken by blowing.

The same was true for Qing Ming's back. I was immediately attracted by the magical sight. I didn't expect that this sweet rain spell was so effective. In just a moment, most of my injuries were cured. However, the sweet rain spell only made my body feel better.

The injured part has improved, but the mana I have consumed cannot be compensated for by the energy consumed by the previous secret technique.

"break!"

With a low shout, Qing Ming's eyes suddenly opened, and the golden light on his body suddenly shined. Fortunately, it was daytime, otherwise he would have attracted the attention of ordinary people around him.

With his low shout, the secret technique of painting the ground as a prison that I had arranged was actually broken by him, and the golden halo under his feet shattered into powder and disappeared.

Qing Ming stood up, his face no longer as frighteningly pale as before. At this time, the green cloud in the sky also disappeared.

Qing Ming bit his teeth, and suddenly he let out a muffled groan, and his body arched slightly, like a bow full of power. Suddenly he stood up straight again, and something seemed to shoot out from behind. I stood

When he got up, he saw that his back was bleeding again, and there were many small wounds with blood flowing out of them. The tree behind him was filled with densely packed small fragments.

"Shrapnel! This is not explosive!"

When I saw these tiny pieces of iron, my face darkened slightly.

The person behind the scenes must have wanted to kill us. Normally, even the master of the magic world would be seriously injured at such a close explosion distance. Even if he didn't die, he would still be severely injured by these stray shrapnel.

"The soul-suppressing nail is still in your hand. Now that I find that person, I have to extract his bones and skin him."

I looked at the fragments, and then at my legs that were as good as before. I was indescribably panicked when I thought that there were still shrapnel inside.

"Why go to him and wait for him to come to you on his own initiative."

Qing Ming glanced at the soul-suppressing nail he was holding tightly, and sneered and said: "As long as the soul-suppressing nail is not destroyed, the other party will think that the ghost corpse is still alive. If it explodes, then I think he will definitely appear.

, because once the soul-suppressing nail is pulled out, the ghost corpse will trigger the explosive, and not only will the person be killed, but even the soul-suppressing nail will be blown up."

"Are you okay?"

I looked at the blood on Qing Ming's back. He still had a calm look on his face and asked aloud. Suddenly I seemed to see that weird totem appear on his shoulder again, and I was slightly startled.

"Well, the injury was originally serious, but you repeatedly used secret techniques to make me fully recover. Now it's just some superficial injuries, but you have to worry about it."

Qing Ming turned around, stared at me, and said with a big frown.

"What the hell is that thing on your shoulder and when did you get a tattoo?"

I pointed to the totem on Qing Ming's shoulder and asked.

"You...you can see it too?!"

Qing Ming's face changed slightly.

"I saw it this morning. It seemed a bit familiar, but I just can't remember it."

Seeing that the totem on his shoulder began to gradually disappear, I smiled slightly and said.

"I will definitely remember it in the future."

Qing Ming said with a slight smile.

By this time, Susu had already rushed over, hurriedly bandaged us, and then returned to the beach villa to carefully treat and treat the wounds.

Originally, my injured leg was also inlaid with shrapnel. I don't have a Ksitigarbha body like Qing Ming, and my body is not as strong. Although I ate Zhu Lingguo, my body changed, but at such a close distance

, those shrapnel did not directly cut my leg, it is already lucky.

Qing Ming was lying on the bed with his back facing the sky, while the shrapnel in my leg was removed, and I lay flat on the bed with a thick layer of gauze wrapped around my leg.

Aunt Qingling picked up the soul-suppressing nail and studied it with the people from the demon-catching company to see who was behind the scenes.

It wasn't until a few hours later that Aunt Qingling came in. She was holding the black soul-soothing nail in her hand. Next to her was Han Xiaoxing, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses. Han Xiaoxing's face was slightly pale, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

It seems that they used divination to find out who was behind it.

"Found it?"

I asked.

"It's a person named Luo Yin. His identity is very special. In other words, like us, he is an agent authorized by the underworld. He also has another identity, which is that he is a casual cultivator in the magic world. He has no family or sect, but he is not big.

Part of what I practice is evil magic."

Aunt Qingling said seriously.

"Qing Ming, is that the ugly man from the ghost building who holds the evil token?"

I patted the uninjured part of Qing Ming's body and asked.

There should be only one Yin difference on Zhuya Island, which is the ugly man we met yesterday when we entered the third parallel space. He was holding the Yin difference token in his hand.

"There is no doubt that it is this person. Let's catch a turtle in a jar tonight."

Qing Ming sneered.

"But, our injuries..."

I stared at my injured left leg with some worry and spoke softly.

"Where is Su Mo'er?"

Qing Ming asked.

"I was picking up shells on the beach with Han Mofeng. I didn't even know you were injured. Everyone took this opportunity to go crazy."

Susu shrugged helplessly.

"How could this be like this? When we needed this super nanny the most, she actually abandoned us and went to pick up shells and play with the sand with Han Mo Feng. I..."

I beat my feet and chest and let out a sigh.

"For now, let's make a battle plan for tonight. After all, the flying corpse is still very likely to appear. After all, the corpse-raising coffin is in our hands, so he won't give up."

Qing Ming said.

"Flying corpse!!!"

When Han Xiaoxing and Cheng Susu heard the word "flying corpse", they were stunned and looked at each other.

"Don't worry, it's not the body of my previous life, but another flying corpse, and this flying corpse is also injured."
Chapter completed!