"Hanzhou!" The woman outside the bushes had already come over.

A tracking talisman was secretly shot out from between his fingers. The talisman quickly caught up with the figure of Sang Ling. A circle of light appeared behind her, sucked the tracking talisman up, and disappeared.

Xie Hanzhou quickly came to his senses. After using the tracking talisman, he stopped, turned around, performed an incantation gesture to disperse the fog, and helped Lu Chaoyan out. "Are you all right?"

This was a beautiful girl with a slender waist and shoulders. Her eyes were like a dot of paint, her jet black hair was like a waterfall, and she wore a light crimson dress that almost fluttered in the wind.

Her appearance and bearing were even better- There was a faint smile on the corners of her lips and her eyes were proud and amiable.

She shook her head, her eyes full of worry. "What happened to you just now, Hanzhou?"

The pain in his heart had subsided at this time. Xie Hanzhou thought it was because of the fog, so he said in a cold tone, "I'm fine."

The two stood side by side, and from beginning to end, Xie Hanzhou's gaze never left Lu Chaoyan's face.

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Ignorant and unaware, Sang Ling continued stumbling run forward desperately. "Next time, watch how I make him kneel down and call me dad!"

"The mission failed. That evil Witchcraft Cultivator must have hit me again. Ah, ah, ah, I'm so angry!" The sound of the girl's muttering echoed through the woods, Sang Ling couldn't stop talking, it was her habit. The more afraid or emotionally charged she was, the more she would ramble.

And she would always blurt out some strange and curious words she didn't even know where she heard them from. Unable to control her mouth, she could only run as fast as she could!

Sang Ling made many turns and thought that she had shaken off Xie Hanzhou. When she saw that there was no one behind her, she carefully walked into a hidden cave...

"What were you doing just now, Hanzhou? Did you meet the murderer?" Lu Chaoyan asked.

Xie Hanzhou slowly put the unsheathed sword back into the sheath and said lightly, "A wild mountain spirit did it. She should have used the fog in the forest to confuse the male cultivator and then took the Gold Internal Alchemy. Unfortunately, she ran away."

In the past year. Many male cultivators in the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest have inexplicably had their Gold Internal Alchemy and heart blood extracted. Including disciples from the Tiandao Sect. As the sect leader, he was unwilling to be humiliated, so he had specially sent his top disciples, Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan, to investigate. Once they confirmed the truth, they would eliminate the culprits directly.

Tonight. Xie Hanzhou and Lu Chaoyan were traveling together, but Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest was too large, so the two of them went separately to check, leaving Xie Hanzhou came over alone.

Xie Hanzhou was the first to find clues for the murder, but Lu Chaoyan didn't seem to care.

After she stabilized herself, her beautiful gaze landed on Xie Hanzhou's slightly messy clothes, and there was a flicker of something in her eyes.

Sang Ling barely escaped death and ran back to the cave, only to be a whipped with lightning.

Puppets were wood-attributed and were most afraid of lightning strikes.

It was greatly distressed attacks for others, But Sang Ling felt like the ant biting her bones. She fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time.

However, the lightning whip did not stop at all. Then, it lashed out again.

This damn pervert!

Sang Ling knew that she had failed in her mission and would definitely face further torment. She could only cower and beg loudly, "Master, I was wrong! I was wrong! Please spare me! Master, next time I will definitely obtain Xie Hanzhou's Gold Internal Alchemy for you to cultivate!"

Sang Ling's master was a thin and sinister man.

His own aptitude was not high, and he couldn't cultivate a Gold Internal Alchemy through normal methods. In the end, he could only resort to the Witchcraft Cultivator path of obtaining other people's Gold Internal Alchemy.

It was a pity that the Gold Internal Alchemy was something that he had snatched. It would lose its effectiveness after a period of time, so he could only keep urging Sang Ling to take it out.

"You're just a useless with glutton and playing! What use is a puppet with a human soul! I shouldn't have listened to that ghost market boss's nonsense and spent 3,000 spirit stones to buy you!"

"Master, it's just that Xie Hanzhou is too powerful. He could actually resist the fog!"

Knowing that Sang Ling was right, the Witchcraft Cultivator regained some of his senses. He whipped a few more times to vent his anger before putting away the whip.

Sang Ling could not move on the ground. The remaining power of thunder and lightning was still flowing through her body, making her feel numb and uncomfortable.

The Witchcraft Cultivator kicked Sang Ling on the ground as if he were kicking a dead dog. "Clean up the cave and then make some spiritual tea."

As the Witchcraft Cultivator gave the order, the Qiansi Ring was activated. Sang Ling could only take a deep breath and endure the pain in her body, like a little maid made beds, swept floors, and made tea hustle and bustle.

After finishing the trivial things, she put the teacup beside the Witchcraft Cultivator who tasted it with satisfaction. Then he shouted coldly, "You failed this time, go to the entrance of the cave and kneel down! Next time, if you fail again, I'll cut off the firewood and start a fire!"

Sang Ling didn't care at all. The puppet made in the ghost market was impervious, worth a fortune. Would he be willing to burn it?

With a vague "hmm", she turned around, found a spot in the mud pit, and knelt down with her back to the Witchcraft Cultivator.

The Witchcraft Cultivator continued on his own, "Xie Hanzhou is talented, and his Gold Internal Alchemy is the best in the world. If I could use his Gold Internal Alchemy for cultivation, I would be the number one in the world! Hahaha, those disciples from other sects would have to kneel and call me grandpa!"

In terms of daydreaming, Sang Ling admitted that she was inferior to this Witchcraft Cultivator. This fellow was simply delusional.

"Who do you think you are?" She thought.

By now, Sang Ling had already forgotten her bold statement earlier about making Xie Hanzhou kneel and call her dad.

The Witchcraft Cultivator gaze casually swept over Sang Ling's back, and he suddenly stood up. A set of precious tea utensils was knocked over and fell to the ground. "Why do you have a tracking talisman on you?"

A palm wind directly struck the whip marks on Sang Ling's back, causing her to gasp in pain and almost died on the spot.

The Witchcraft Cultivator pursed his lips tightly, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

Sang Ling had no idea when the tracking talisman had been pasted. She was furious. "That's what a jerk is like. All the work was done by women, and all the blame was taken by women!"

Logically speaking, a puppet was just a weapon made of special wood and secret techniques. It specialized in dirty work for its master, without any life or integrity. Naturally, it did not need to be treated like a human, nor did it need to be respected.

But Sang Ling, who had always been regarded as a dog and had no dignity, still felt wronged. A surge of shame, anger, and anger instantly crawled out of her, but she tried her best to suppress it.

The puppet was controlled by its master through the Qiansi Ring. It was not allowed to disobey its master's orders at any time. If it disobeyed the master's order, it would be whipped by lightning if not serious. Otherwise, the borax in its heart would explode if serious, and it would die.

She couldn't revolt. She had to endure it! Sang Ling's hands were squeezed until they turned pale.

Under the shock and fear of the Witchcraft Cultivator, he vented all his anger on Sang Ling. "You useless bastard! I'm going to blow up your borax. Xie Hanzhou has always been ruthless to Witchcraft Cultivator sect. If he catches me, how can I have a whole body!"

"Master! Xie Hanzhou must have already caught up with us. The Tiandao Sect is so powerful. You should hurry up and run!" Before the Witchcraft Cultivator could react, Sang Ling made a series of sounds and bombarded the mind of the Witchcraft Cultivator like a storm. "Your life is more important than mine! Don't take pity on a delicate flower like me! You run first, and I'll hold them back!"

The confused Witchcraft Cultivator was coaxed by Sang Ling and immediately fled into the forest.

On the other hand, Sang Ling, who was a loyal and righteous teammate, turned around and ran faster than a rabbit after finishing speaking.