It was a cool night.

Sang Ling slowly sweated on her back with unease. She stared at the boots standing in front of the bed and made a mental preparation for a moment. Then she raised her eyes and glared at Xie Hanzhou as if she was facing death, appearing confident and resolute.

But inside, she was uncertain-

What she said just now seemed to be true. Puppets were not human beings. Although they had human souls, they were careless and cut off all ties of love. They would not be sad about these things.

She hoped that Xie Hanzhou would believe her!

When their eyes met, Xie Hanzhou's eyes had a slight fluctuation.

In front of him, Sang Ling was staring at him with a pair of long and curly eyelashes. There was a small image of him in her naturally wet eyes.

After a long time, Xie Hanzhou couldn't help but purse his lips slightly and take back his sword. His face was like jade and his expression was cold, but he lacked the killing intent. "I will keep an eye on you. I hope that you will behave yourself and not do anything evil. Else, I will kill you at all costs."

As the sword moved away, Sang Ling still felt a freezing sensation on her chin, accompanied by a slightly itchy feeling as if she was being bitten by insects. She couldn't help but scratch it with her fingers restless.

"I will. If I hadn't been controlled by an Witchcraft Cultivator before, I wouldn't dig the Gold Internal Alchemy. It's bloody. I don't like it either. Now that the Witchcraft Cultivator is dead, no one will force me to do those disgusting things. I also want to live a good life." Her tone was innocent, and her expression revealed a relaxed and intimate feeling.

Perhaps knowing that the man in front of her would not kill her, Sang Ling loosened her hands which gripped on the quilt tightly. Her limbs relaxed, and a pair of thin, jade-like feet in stockings mischievously stretched out from under the quilt.

Xie Hanzhou stood in front of her, adhering to the principle of not looking at anything improper, and stared at her face without blinking, ignoring everything else.

During this focus, the bright red mole between Sang Ling's eyebrows naturally caught his attention.

There was no fluctuation of Spiritual Qi, just like an ordinary mole. It was common for female cultivators to wear rouge moles on their cheeks because they liked to look beautiful. Xie Hanzhou was not surprised. However, after using his aura observation technique, he did discover something else.

Xie Hanzhou had been paying attention for too long, so long that Sang Ling felt a little uneasy.

The red mole between her eyebrows was not a mole, but a life and death talisman that could not be removed. It was given by Lu Chaoyan just to prevent her from fighting back and escaping.

Sang Ling was not someone who would let others control her. When the mountain spirits and wild creatures in the Mt. Mangshan Misty Forest sent her a precious spiritual seed, she took advantage of the last three days before the arrival of the rainy season to stimulate the seed's growth and twine it around the life and death talisman, directly suppressing Lu Chaoyan's control over it.

She spent three days, exhausted all her strength and painstaking effort, and finally controlled this damn thing.

On the way to escape today, there was no movement from the life and death talisman. Presumably, indicating that Lu Chaoyan's plan to kill her was no longer possible.

She wondered if Xie Hanzhou would recognize that the "red mole" belonged to Lu Chaoyan?

Sang Ling's heart was filled with anxiety. After waiting for a moment, Xie Hanzhou suddenly said, "I'm curious about the puppeteer who created you. I haven't seen you for only a few days, but the blood and evil qi on you has faded a lot. In less than two days, it will completely disappear. causality and fate, the recompense of Tiandao, are eternal and unchanging. How could something go wrong with you?"

The blood and evil qi?

No, it wasn't a life and death talisman. Fortunately, fortunately.

However, what the hell!

The blood and evil qi has faded?

Sang Ling shivered slightly and suddenly sat up straight.

In addition to human cultivators having a unique way of aura observation technique, the blood and evil qi could not be seen by evil at all. If Xie Hanzhou hadn't pointed it out, she wouldn't have noticed this change.

It should be noted that blood and evil qi could not disappear in normal times except for eating the spiritual herbs of heaven and earth or resolving merit and virtue. In the end, it would accumulate more and more, and people would die of gone mad.

If the secret of how she could digest the blood and evil qi was exposed, she would undoubtedly be dissected inside out and thoroughly studied.

Thinking of this, Sang Ling couldn't help shivering.

She hurriedly begged for mercy. "Immortal Lord, I don't know. I know nothing. I was just sold to an Witchcraft Cultivator by the owner of the ghost market. I don't know anything else. Many secret books of the Witchcraft Cultivator were bought from the ghost market. Even I was bought from the ghost market! The book of formation was probably the same! And, and! Immortal Lord, you are curious that why I can automatically eliminate the blood and evil qi? If I really have this effect, I have to find the puppeteer who made me then it would be clear!"

Sang Ling lowered her eyes, and her long eyelashes fluttered like fluttering butterfly wings. The corners of her eyes were a little red, as if she was about to cry.

Xie Hanzhou was speechless.

Xie Hanzhou couldn't help frowning. A female cultivator always strong and patient. Even Lu Chaoyan, whom he was most familiar with, wouldn't easily cry and admit defeat.

Now that he was faced with this- Delicate girl who seemed to be made of water, he felt a little headache.

Looking at the delicate and gorgeous face that was about to cry, inexplicably, Xie Hanzhou softened his voice and took the initiative to say, "It's very important that you can elimenate the blood and evil qi. If it were known by the many evil spirits, it'll definitely cause a storm of blood and turmoil in the world."

He paused for a moment. When he spoke again, there was a hint of discomfort in his voice. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone about this..."

Sang Ling smiled at Xie Hanzhou happily. She didn't expect that apart from often stabbing her with a sword, this demon had such an easy-going side, especially when he could be persuaded.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord. Not only do you have a high cultivation base, but you also have an excellent heart. In the future, I will definitely worship you every day and pray that you can become an immortal as soon as possible!" The pleasant words came out of nowhere, and the originally tense atmosphere between the two seemed to be much more harmonious.

In the blink of an eye.

She heard the sound of the rain outside the window, and a heavy rain finally fell.

Xie Hanzhou looked at the sky through the wooden window which like lantern and suddenly remembered something. He said lightly, "It is said that there are a lot of trade in ghost market, and there are many strange things on your body. If you want to solve these problems and solve the problems between you and me, we really need to go to the Ghost Market to find the puppeteer who made you."

He said that he wanted to go, but the entrance of the ghost market would only open on the 15th of every month. On the 15th, it would be transmitted to the ghost market through the transmission formation. The entrance would be closed in less than two hours, the time would be closed and could no longer be entered. The ghost market was a place where the transaction was the most important. After the transaction was completed, one could return immediately and could not stay any longer. It was said that it was mysterious and could not be tracked.

Currently, it was only the tenth day, so we still had to wait patiently for another five or six days.

Seeing that Xie Hanzhou had made up his mind to go to the ghost market to break the strange connection between them, Sang Ling was nervous, but she nodded obediently and said happily, "Alright, I'll listen to you, Immortal Lord. Your words carry weight, and I'll naturally trust you."

From this moment on, Sang Ling and Xie Hanzhou reached a strange peace.

Xie Hanzhou put away his sword and stood with his hands clasped behind his back, a little hesitant.

Sang Ling took the initiative to say, "If you don't mind, Immortal Lord, you can sleep here."

Because Sang Ling was poor, there was only one entrance to the courtyard and one main room. She closed the door to block the wind and rain outside and made a soft bed with her hands. Originally intending to sleep on it herself, but Xie Hanzhou sat on it.

Sang Ling looked carefully at the narrow soft bed, and then looked at the slender body of Xie Hanzhou. "Immortal Lord, I can sleep on the soft bed, if you don't mind, you should have to sleep on this big bed. The house is simple, I don't want to grievance you."

Xie Hanzhou closed his eyes to meditate and said lightly, "Cultivation is to separate the Great Dao from the rope. It requires mental fortitude. If even a cold bed or cave can be used, why can't a soft bed be used."

Sang Ling saw that he didn't seem to be lying and felt a sense of admiration. With her previous experience with Lu Chaoyan, who loved luxury, she thought all disciples of the immortal sect pursued comfort. She didn't expect that Xie Hanzhou was different.

After thinking for a while, Sang Ling took off her shoes and went to bed.

When the bed curtain was closed, she noticed pieces of broken screen on the ground. Sang Ling calculated the price with her fingers and quietly glared at the soft bed in pain.

After renting this courtyard, plus the money spent on cleaning and decorating it. there was not much money left in her storage bag. Now, this demon had even broken this expensive folding screen.

Hmph!

He must pay for it.

It was too late at night, and the cold wind blew in through the gap of the half-closed window. Sang Ling suddenly got into bed and no longer thought about Xie Hanzhou compensating her, even nor did she guess that Xie Hanzhou wanted to catch her to the ghost market. Instead, she buried her head in the sand and slept until dawn.

The next day.

The morning light shone through the closed lattice window onto her eyelids. When Sang Ling woke up, she saw the cyan sky-colored bed curtain with a magpie perched on a plum branch. She was still a little dazed.

Yes.

The Witchcraft Cultivator was dead, and she was no longer under the control of the Qiansi Ring. Yesterday, she had escaped from Lu Chaoyan, and she would be free from now on.

Sang Ling hummed a tune and lifted the bed curtain. When she saw the clean and tidy soft bed under the window, her mood suddenly turned bad.

Why didn't the demon let her go? Why did he want to take her to the ghost market!

An unknown connection to a shared fate, coupled with the ability to eliminate blood and evil qi, just the thought of it made her feel like a puppet on the verge of being dismantled in the ghost market.

The risk was even greater, if the connection was relieved this time, would Xie Hanzhou burn the bridge after crossing it?

Once he burned the bridges, it was easy to imagine that as a puppet, she would either end up as a commodity in the hands of the ghost market owner, sold to all sorts of people again. Or Xie Hanzhou might settle old scores with her and casually eliminate her.

If the connection hadn't been relieved, then it would be even more terrifying!

Did she have to be bound to this demon, Xie Hanzhou, forever? A wicked demon like her being constantly associated with a righteous cultivator, could it really end well?

Sang Ling supported her chin with both hands, but her cheerful smile suddenly faded.

Because of sleeping, she was only wearing only a thin silk robe. Her dark hair cascaded down, partially covering her exquisite body curves, creating a tantalizing sight that set people's blood racing.

When Xie Hanzhou came in with his sword, he saw this scene at a glance and paused slightly.

His memory suddenly returned to last night's midnight.

At that time. The cold wind in the middle of the night blew open the window with a loud bang.

Startled from his meditation, Xie Hanzhou got up and closed the window. However, after closing the window, he was dazzled by a spot of white light on the bed opposite him.

The brocade quilt was askew, pushing aside a corner of the bed curtain. Sang Ling's breathing was shallow, her black hair spread across the quilt like a Chinese flowering apple, captivating the gaze.

Under the wrinkled brocade quilt, a foot rubbed off her stockings and stretched out of the quilt restlessly. Her toes were as crystal clear and white as peeled grapes.

Xie Hanzhou subconsciously looked over there. The back of her feet was plump and fleshy, which made people involuntarily have a strange idea-

She looked thin, but why were her feet so fleshy.

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