The little fledgling bird moved its head and flew over to use its beak to hold the beads, but again Cheng Xiaoxiao held her hand to block its movements, "Is it dirty, using your mouth for everything. Solve it in a different way, it's disturbing to watch."

The obedient little fledglings naturally did as they were told.

Only to see that it bent down and grabbed the translucent bead with its sharp claws, and then threw it extremely casually towards the mid-air which was not yet completely bright.

Before Cheng Xiaoxiao had time to educate the little chick, the little chick had already preceded her by opening its mouth and letting out a loud and clear cry.

If it was just a loud and clear cry, it would be fine, along with this cry there was also the flame that gushed out from the little chick's mouth, which was not the ordinary orange-red color, but a greenish-blue glow.

Even if she didn't have much academic research on these things, Cheng Xiaoxiao knew the special nature of this flame.

Greenish-blue flames she had only seen before on TV and in books.

It is said that the flame is also divided into levels, in the low temperature is infrared, as the temperature slowly rise, the general flame will be from red orange to yellow white, just this kind of ordinary people will have been unable to approach.

When the temperature of the flame changes again, it turns green or blue and becomes more powerful. The strongest flames are said to be able to burn up everything, and everything in the world is set on fire at the slightest point.

When did fledglings learn that trick?

Not a hawk? A hawk that breathes fire? Or this kind of flame that clearly carries special effect skills.

The blue flames in front of them were still burning violently, the light was so shiny and bright. They dispersed from a large cluster into small clusters of small clusters, and the tongues of fire were like blooming lotuses, exuding a bewitching charm.

Cheng Xiaoxiao felt the residual heat that had been rippled through her, the scorching temperature setting off a large heat wave, blowing the broken hair on her forehead to curl and fly with it.

The little one breath how so long, this is a good half a day and not yet finished, so look up at some tired ah.

Looking at the translucent beads surrounded by flames in mid-air, Cheng Xiaoxiao resolved to take the opportunity to observe it properly. She also purposely changed her standing position, resting her face and cheeks with her wrists to prevent her neck from getting sore.

Beads and the little bird's flame contact, exudes a strange purple halo, and to the naked eye visible speed quickly melt, Cheng Xiaoxiao did not examine a moment to see that the beads really disappeared.

The bead transformed into a faint purple color, and was eventually completely engulfed by the greenish-blue flames. The little fledgling also breathed a sigh of relief in peace, and hurriedly withdrew the still burning flames.

The flames disappeared, and Cheng Xiaoxiao, who had been smoked by the heat wave for a long time, finally opened his eyes.

The little fledgling had already pleasingly come to her side, Cheng Xiaoxiao always felt that after this the little fledgling's movements seemed to have slowed down quite a bit, and its spirit was not as good as it was earlier.

Is it because you're tired? Dealing with the female ghost again and cleaning up the 'garbage'.

She stroked the tiny head of the little fledgling on her shoulder lovingly, and though her fingers were still sore from the scraping, she thought better of it this time and didn't let go of her hand.

The little fledgling bird also obediently rubbed against Cheng Xiaoxiao's fingers, and it gave a low cry, its voice full of fatigue.

But I'm heartbroken, my cub.

The residual spirit had already been dealt with, and the beads had indeed been destroyed, Cheng Xiaoxia looked at the little fledgling who had obviously made a great deal of progress, and dotingly picked it up and wanted to kiss it.

Instead, there was a slight popping sound in the slightly lit air, the same kind of leaky sound as when a bulging balloon is punctured by something sharp and the gas inside comes out in an instant.

Cheng Xiaoxiao alertly wrapped her arms around the little fledgling and took several steps back, staring coldly and seriously at the place where the loud noise was made.

"What a guy!"

She snapped boldly.

Several black shadows clustered around one in the air pouring in, the one that was surrounded was noticeably duller in color than the others.

Cheng Xiaoxiao watched as these black shadows fell to the ground, turning into several ghosts that she had met only a short while ago, one of these figures Cheng Xiaoxiao had also searched the pathway for a long time without being able to find.

That's right, the visitors were precisely the turtle-faced old man and the others who were planning to fight hard.

Only at this time, the turtle-faced old man's face was gray, and he was even being supported by the Northeast Tiger and the White Spoonbill on the left and the right.

Cheng Xiaoxia also saw a touch of crimson at the corner of the turtle-faced old man's mouth, so shocked that she didn't hold back from looking at it more than a few times without being able to retract her eyes.

She then wondered, did it mean that ghosts could also bleed? How come the turtle-faced old man had blood on the corner of his mouth like he was injured.

Wait a minute. Who would hurt old man Turtleface?

Could it be that he didn't show up just now because he was injured and taken away? So she was the one who misjudged the turtle-faced old man?

Cheng Xiaoxiao's thoughts were in a flurry, and the eyes that looked at the turtle-faced old man were not as harsh as they were just now.

For Cheng Xiaoxiao's gaze, the other few ghosts would have the wrong idea.

Originally, they had come to 'settle scores', and now that this had happened, it was even more straightforward to think that Cheng Xiaoxiao was provoking.

The fast-talking Northeastern Tiger came up and disliked it:

"I say big sister you this is too unkind ah! Although we did not do the right thing and moved a crooked idea, but this is not there is still room for discussion? You do not have to come up to lay such a heavy hand on it, look at you all turtle old hurt into what kind of."

Cheng Xiaoxiao was confused by the accusations, she held the little chick and looked at the turtle-faced old man again, but she could not recall where she had hurt him just now.

As soon as the Northeast Tiger saw Cheng Xiaoxiao's confused face, he felt that she was pretending, holding up the turtle-faced old man was about to go up to the theory, or the turtle-faced old man waved his hand to stop him.

The turtle-faced old man coughed weakly, and by the time he calmed his breath, his face was a few points uglier than it was just now.

Of course this was not least because he saw the little fledgling in Cheng Xiaoxiao's arms and smelled the smell of burning fire in the residual air.

"It's none of her business, we set people up first."

The turtle-faced old man barely managed to speak, his voice had become much older, completely lacking the state he was in when Cheng Xiaoxiao saw him just now.

Not to mention Cheng Xiaoxiao, the other ghosts were very surprised.

They simply did not expect the turtle-faced old man to speak for Cheng Xiaoxiao, and in such a sincere tone.

According to their understanding of the turtle-faced old man, when they came just now that meant obviously to 'do it', how could the sudden change in attitude look more like they wanted to reconcile with Cheng Xiaoxiao.

However, Process Xiaoxia did not know this so far, and she was still clinging to the words in the turtle-faced old man's words.

Design?

Design me?

What do you one and two mean by talking, can't you be normal and painful and direct.

What's the point of going back and forth like this?

Cheng Xiaoxia couldn't understand the situation, plus the fact that these ghosts had been so mysterious and their speech was always ambiguous, it was really hard for her to maintain her patience.

"You may as well say what you have to say; I'm a rough man and can't understand the twists and turns."

Anyway, now the female ghosts are almost settled, and there is a small fledgling bird as a companion, a good half a day of hiding was not Cheng Xiaoxiao's character, her speech became a lot more direct:

"With all that has happened from just now until now, I guess I need an explanation from you guys as well. If you guys don't want to take me to find the Remnant, I can go by myself, there's no need to tease me like this for fun."

Between her words also interested in pointing around the hanging head of the female ghosts, such a look she realized that the surrounding female ghosts do not know when a lot less, turtle-faced old man around them but more gray mist.

"There is no need for the girl to be angry. This residual spirit, the girl has already seen it."

The turtle-faced old man struggled to straighten up as he got rid of the Northeast Tiger and White Pipit's hold and manifested his scepter again to wave it at those gray mists.

Seeing the turtle-faced old man make a move, the other people's faces looked a few points better instead.

Cheng Xiaoxiao opened her mouth slightly in surprise, watching the diffused mist being solidified little by little into a single gray-black ghostly shadow.

These female ghosts are really residual spirits?

If she hadn't been somewhat prepared, she would have lost her temper and 'cried out' on the spot.

Dare I say that after half a day of tossing and turning she's already fighting with the remnants of the spirit? Is this what Old Man Turtle Face and the others call 'not easy to solve'?

No exaggeration indeed.

This is something Cheng Xiaoxiao still has to admit, if it wasn't for the little fledgling coming out to help her out today, she would have been really hard to handle on her own.

As she thought about it, she touched the tiny fledgling that was rooted in her arms again.

The little fledgling bird was restless and twisting to attack the turtle-faced old man when he started to condense the remnants of his spirit, and this time, if it wasn't for Cheng Xiaoxiao's pressure, it would probably have rushed out long ago.

The turtle-faced old man's face became even more gray between the swings of the scepter, and his movements were unceasing as he finished condensing the mist and went back to nudging the unmoving female ghosts.

The female ghosts had raised their heads unconsciously as the light filling the scepter, and there was some white light slowly rising from their skyscrapers, a wisp of which was swallowed up by the jeweled beads at the tip of the scepter.

When the light disappeared, the female ghosts also turned their eyes and all reverted back to a single gray and black figure.

"This, these remnants of spirits turned into female ghosts that will attack people, did you make them on purpose? Was it a formation you set up?"

Cheng Xiaoxiao was surprised and angry, she incredulously pointed her finger at the turtle-faced old man,, and, due to her over-excitement, her fingers were trembling slightly.

Luckily, she had just thought that she had wrongly blamed the turtle-faced old man, not realizing that she was really the one who had been counted on in turn.

She now sort of understood what the turtle-faced old man and the others meant by 'design' just now, so it turned out that they had been waiting for her in this pathway for a long time.

That turtle-faced old man's disappearance wasn't a coincidence either, it was something they deliberately made to scare her.

Maybe it's not just a scare, it's to facilitate the smooth running of the plan of the residual spirit attacking people later on.

The more Cheng Xiaoxiao thought about it, the more angry she became, and she wasn't one to be bullied.

These ghosts were on the verge of killing her, so of course she had to do something to fight back.

This time, it changed to Cheng Xiaoxiao and the little daisy glaring angrily at the crowd of ghosts together, while behind the crowd of ghosts was a group of shivering gray ghostly shadows.

If she hadn't still been mindful that they were in hell, in someone else's territory, she would have had to put up a fight with her strength.

After all, she was here to fulfill a mission, not to pick a fight.

Don't add some more trouble to the Black and White Irregulars when the time comes, and it would be bad if you dragged the Black and White Irregulars down with you.

Anyway, if we go outside, this fight is certainly inevitable. Even if you lose the fight, you can't lose the momentum, Cheng Xiaoxiao is not happy to suffer.

Her stinky face was so obvious that even the little fledglings shrank back to comfort her. The turtle-faced old man, however, acted as if he didn't see it, just busily arranging the ghosts and shadows.

These ghosts were all the remnants of the scepter that the turtle-faced old man had just used to recover, and when the remnants appeared, the female ghosts naturally all disappeared.

The female ghost disperses, the residual spirit comes out, and the formation breaks.