Xiche also looked at the strange ceiling above his head.

He finally agreed to Xixi's suggestion and decided to sleep in Wanshou Palace.

This is the closest place to the entire imperial city to our ancestors, and it is also almost the safest place.

The reason why he agreed to Xixi's suggestion was that in addition to believing in the judgment of this ancestor, Xiche was also very frightened by the ability shown by Xingze.

To be honest, Xingze did not show any terrible combat power. What he really terrible is his realm.

Whether it is his ability to see the cause and effect in himself, or his claim to be able to see his future and trying to forcefully remove the Qixia sword, all of this is not a terrible destructive power, but it gives people an unfathomable feeling.

Is this the feeling of practicing to a high place?

Xiche really doesn't know at all.

He just tried to understand the other person's existence bit by bit, but the more he thought, the more he felt the more he thought carefully.

At this moment, a pure black face painted like ink suddenly appeared on the ceiling above his head.

"What are you thinking?" The grimace made a sound.

Xiche was shocked in an instant. He reached out and grabbed a yellow crystal beside the pillow, and then crushed it without hesitation.

This crystal was handed over to him by his ancestors, and told him that as long as he crushed the crystal, she would arrive immediately.

But after the crystal was crushed into powder, the empty room was still calm.

The ancestor did not come as promised, which means that someone had cut off Xiche's request for help.

The grimace quietly looked at Xiche's movements, and then a big smile broke: "It seems useless."

Seeing that his backhand was being controlled, Xiche calmed down: "Who are you?"

"Xingran." The other party introduced himself without hesitation, his voice with a slight trembling and madness.

When Xiche heard his surname, he instantly realized that he was a member of the Xingche clan, and he sneaked into Wanshou Palace late at night to find himself. It must be that the person who comes is not good, and the person who is good will not come.

"Are you going to kill me?" Xiche asked.

Because the other party has not taken action yet, Xiche still has a little chance to escape.

Or the opportunity to escape from the mouth is absolutely non-existent, but as long as you are still chatting, Xiche can delay the turnaround he wants.

"Maybe." The black face in front of me laughed and said, "But someone told me that you can't be killed at this time because you still have a future."

"I'm very curious whether that old guy's judgment is accurate, or if I kill you now, will it prove that the old guy has become so decayed that it is irresistible?"

Xiche didn't know who the old thing he was talking about was. He was just quickly analyzing his current situation.

Although precautions have been taken, they are still easily succeeded by the other party. Is it safe to have to sleep in the arms of our ancestors?

This guy who calls himself Xingran is also unfathomable in his strength. Now he has no ability to deal with the other party at all.

It's a death place without a chance of survival.

Xiche sighed in his heart, but his emotions on the surface were still very stable.

"Is this Youming?"

During the day, Xingze claimed to use a spiritual weapon called Youming to isolate the perception of his ancestors.

And now, this Xingran also blocked Xiche's connection with the world.

Can it be believed that Xingran also used the same spiritual weapon?

After all, he and Xingze are from the same clan, so the connection is naturally very profound.

"Yes." Xingran admitted without hesitation: "It is a very useful assassination spirit weapon, and it can also create a quiet and lonely space, so just cry, scream, and wail."

"Even if you call me a throat, no one will come to save you."

"You really said very bad lines." Xiche sat up from the bed, but in his sight, he did not see anyone except the ink-painted grimace above his head.

"I'm very curious." Xiche looked at him and said quietly, "Why haven't you done it yet."

"Because I came here not just to kill you." Xing Ran said with a smile: "If you die, it's just a by-product of me coming to find you."

"Are you here for Xingxi?" Xiche's heart moved.

"That's right, that old guy is very interested in this little girl, but Xixi hides her. If we can't find her, something bad will happen if we can't find her. So no matter what, it's better to find it." Xingran said slowly. While saying this, the ink on the top of his head slowly began to drip, and they gathered on the floor and eventually turned into a pool of viscous black liquid.

Xiche looked at the pool of liquids, watching them gradually bulge into shape, and finally appeared in front of Xiche was a tall silver-haired man.

To Xiche's surprise, he was not a young man like Xingze, but a tall young man.

The same silver hair, but his originally handsome face is now occupied by a wound that cuts across the entire face. This wound is hideous and terrifying, but it seems to be old.

He opened his mouth and laughed: "You don't seem to be afraid of me."

"Yes." Xiche nodded.

"I heard that Xingze is the agent of Xingzhu." He looked at the other party.

"Although I don't know where you heard it, the answer is yes." Xingran looked at Xiche who was sitting on the bed with interest.

"Some people have also mentioned that Xingze is not the first generation traveler, and Xingze says that the generation traveler is polluted, so he is not eaten by him." Xiche looked at Xingran in front of him and said quietly what might be dangerous.

"You're the contaminated agent, right?"

Xingran really showed a look of surprise this time: "You are such an interesting thing..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Xiche jumping from the bed. He instantly bumped into Xingran's arms, which had condensed into Xingran's body, and a red sword blade emerged from behind Xingran.

Xiche quickly drew his sword in the next moment, and then quickly fled out the door like a monkey. The boy increased his escape speed to the extreme, and disappeared outside the door in an instant.

And in the room, a huge red-burning wound appeared on Xingran's chest.

This is different from the time when Xi Che stabbed the Star Ghost before. That time could only be considered a slight attempt. This time, he chose to release all the power of the Qixia sword and then penetrate the other party's chest.

The flames at that moment could almost burn a forest.

But now it was just a big hole piercing Xingran's chest.

This is a big hole that runs through, and black liquid flows out from the wound, just like a crater that constantly gushs out black magma.

Xingran stood there with a smile that could not be stopped on her face.

"It's really interesting. How could you find such an interesting person, Xingze?"
Chapter completed!