But Jiang Yantian soon felt something was wrong.
Lao Deng's words were contradictory.
Since she is kind-hearted, why do you remember her? Has she left here again?
"Where does she live? Take me to find her."
Lao Deng's eyes widened and he stuttered, "Immortal, I can't find it... I can't find it..."
"Can't find her? Doesn't she live here anymore?"
Lao Deng shook his head. "No, her home is here, but she... she has been dead for five years!"
"He died in the third year after coming here."
Jiang Yantian was stunned. "What did you say? She is dead?"
Jiang Yantian frowned and looked at Lao Deng.
The momentum all over his body almost caused Lao Deng to be torn to pieces.
Lao Deng was so frightened that he hurriedly knelt down. "Immortal... have mercy on me, I dare not deceive the immortal..."
Jiang Yantian gritted his teeth. "Take me to her house, now!"
He grabbed Lao Deng's collar and flew up instantly.
Lao Deng was so frightened that he screamed.
Jiang Yantian stood above, carrying Lao Deng: "Point it out!"
Lao Deng trembled and raised his hand to point to a stone house at the end of the village.
Jiang Yantian landed instantly and stood at the door.
Lao Deng's feet fell to the ground and immediately went limp.
Jiang Yantian ignored it and walked towards the stone house.
The stone house has a wooden door, but it has obviously not been opened for a long time.
There are a lot of spider webs on the top and a layer of dust.
Jiang Yantian raised his hand and pushed it away, and a very simple smell rushed towards him.
The room is very neatly furnished.
The stove is made of stone, and the small window is closed.
The water in the wooden water tank was covered with a layer of dust.
Jiang Yantian clenched his fists and walked inside.
There is only one room, which is the room where she rests.
The moment the door was opened, a crisp sound of tinkling bells sounded along with the collision of the wind chimes on the door.
There are not many things in the room, just a bed and two small tables.
The things on the table are all small wood carvings and clay figurines.
Some small craftsmanship.
There are also some written copybooks.
Jiang Yantian looked at a clay figure on the table.
It was a recliner, and there was a man on the recliner.
There is a small clay bowl on the small clay table next to it, with mud snacks and tea cups placed on it.
There was a little man squatting beside the small table.
Although it is made of mud, the craftsmanship is very good.
This is exactly the scene in the small yard of the Prince Teng Pavilion.
Jiang Yantian is very lazy and likes to lie on the deck chair in the yard and rest.
Diao Mao is his little maid, serving him by the side, serving tea and sneaking snacks.
Jiang Yantian is breathing a lot heavier.
He picked up the copybook beside him.
After opening it, I found that the writing on it was crooked.
Very ugly.
A very familiar sentence that he taught Diao Mao.
"The most taboo thing about the world is perfection. Just like the moon in the sky, once it is perfect, it will be full of losses."
"Just like the fruit on the tree, once it is ripe, it will fall. Everything must be slightly lacking in order to last."
Jiang Yantian looked at the copybook and gritted his teeth. "Idiot!"
He raised his hand and threw the copybook away.
Turn around and walk outside.
Lao Deng is still outside and dare not leave.
"Where did she die!"
Lao Deng swallowed. "Buried on the slope of the back mountain..."
"Come here yourself!" Jiang Yantian teleported and disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, he was already standing on the slope of the back mountain.
There are many tombs here, which should be the places where the people who died here are buried together.
Jiang Yantian closed his eyes and clearly perceived an earthen grave on the right.
Only here is the atmosphere of Diao Mao.
Looking at the name on the wooden tombstone, it says Jiang Xiaoyu.
Just for an instant, a wisp of smoke flashed above the earthen grave.
After the light smoke, a light spot appeared.
The light spots gradually condensed into a blurry shadow.
The shadow stood there for a long time, as if looking at something.
"The obsession is still there!" Jiang Yantian breathed a sigh of relief.
This is one of the three souls and seven souls, and it has never left.
But the moment he appeared, his soul trembled slightly, as if he had finally found the way to relief.
He slowly rose up and flew towards a beam of sunlight.
Jiang Yantian decisively raised his hand to restrain him.
The black light curtain enveloped the soul, making it impossible for her to escape.
A terrifying burst of Qi was released.
Blocking out the sky!
The sky suddenly turned black, and dark clouds covered the sky, blocking everything.
The air of death began to spread, isolating Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi!
If there is a ray of obsession, there will be salvation.
Diao Mao never left, it seemed that he was waiting for him.
Now that I see myself, that obsession begins to dissipate.
If she lets go of this obsession, then she will truly fall.
If it had been anyone else, there would have been no way around it.
But he is different. Life and death are one, surrounded by the energy of death. With his soul and body, everything is a dead end, but there is also a way to survive.
All things live together!
Diao Mao's cultivation level is not high, but fortunately I gave him so many heavenly materials, earthly treasures and elixirs before and piled them up.
Able to keep the body from decaying.
Jiang Yantian decisively exploded the earthen grave.
A body floats in the air.
Jiang Yantian forced that obsession into her body and nourished it with the air of death.
Looking at the corpse in front of her, Jiang Yantian raised her hand and gently wiped the dirt from her face.
"I really want to know how Prince Teng Pavilion does things!" Jiang Yantian had a strong murderous intent in his eyes.
Yang serves and Yin violates.
When he released Diao Mao from slavery, he just wanted her to live a free life.
Prince Teng Pavilion vowed to settle him down.
If I didn't have Lower Realm, wouldn't I have to know about this until a hundred years later?
Just because he is a maid, does it not matter?
The maid doesn't matter, it all depends on whose maid it is!
Jiang Yantian looked at Lao Deng who was coming over and said calmly, "How did she die?"
Lao Deng trembled. "Dong...Dong Lineage."
" Master Dong Lineage wanted to take her as his concubine, but she refused... During the conflict, she was killed by a very powerful monk..."
"Okay! Very good!" Jiang Yantian laughed.
He suddenly raised his hand, and a terrifying Qi flow poured into Diao Mao's body.
Black air lingers, and fierce ghosts cry and howl.
Countless evil spirits are entrenched around Diao Mao.
The next second, Diao Mao's eyes suddenly widened.
But there are no pupils, just holes.
But she miraculously stood on the ground.
"Kill, kill enough!"
"Feed you with their souls!"
Jiang Yantian is leaving with Diao Mao.
Na Lao Deng was startled. "Immortal...Dong Lineage The head of the family is the city lord of Purple Gold City. Lineage There are many strong people, so don't go there rashly!"
"The population alone is a thousand, and there are countless guards, many strong."
Jiang Yantian is too lazy to pay attention.
He took Diao Mao with him and left instantly.
When he appeared again, he had arrived at a city.
Purple Gold City!
The location of the City Lord's Mansion is quite easy to find.
When Jiang Yantian and Diao Mao were standing in the sky, many strong men below were already looking up with vigilance.
Immediately, hundreds of figures came from the sky.
The first Nascent Soul Late Stage strong man stood with his hands behind his back.
He is empty-headed and in fact awe-inspiring.
Walking towards Jiang Yantian step by step.
There was a look of contempt on his face.
"Who broke into my Dong Lineage!"