What he went to was another direction, which was where the old shaman lived. When he was stretching his spiritual power line, he found that Li Suo was also in that place. He seemed to be in a bad mood, and his face was covered with tears and pain, slowly walked into the place where the old shaman lived. Through the spiritual power line, Qin Mu knew that the person in the room was actually at the end of his strength and was dying.

Holding the message fed back from the spiritual power line, Qin Mu found that the old shaman seemed to be fighting against something. His energy was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. If Li Suo rushed in rashly, the consequences would be unimaginable.

When anyone fights, he doesn't want others to disturb him. If there is someone who knows what he knows about fighting, it's fine. If an ordinary person who doesn't know anything, he can only laugh. The punishment after being distracted will definitely be overthrowing.

He had to come to the old shaman's house before Li Suo. Qin Mu closed his eyes and felt it. He found that Li Suo's speed was not very fast. While crying, this guy was walking persistently towards the old shaman's residence. He was afraid that he had discovered something along the way, so he cried that way.

It seems that this is really like the inexplicable words that Yu Nan told Qin Mu for the sake of simplicity, "The village is dead."

Just overnight, a lively and hospitable village turned into a dead village, and the old shaman seemed to be struggling tenaciously. What happened on which night?

Qin Mu put a wind-sum talisman on the other two people. With the acceleration effect of the wind-sum talisman, the three people ran like a gust of wind. Among them, the monk with the best physical strength was the first to be hit. After sweeping the previous haze on his face, he could finally run past Qin Mu. Once the plug-in was opened, the running speed was really fast.

The old shaman lives in a quiet place. He simply built a house among a green bamboo. The surrounding birds and flowers are singing, perfume and buffalo play, which is also an elegant place. However, now this green bamboo is inverted, slanted, and slanted, and in a mess.

It was vaguely seen that something seemed to be gathering in the room, and the surroundings were emitting waves of energy fluctuations. Qin Mu rushed over in two steps, and a red light and shadow directly rushed out of the door. Qin Mu didn't even look at it, but kicked it directly. The thing was kicked by Qin Mu, wailing, and quickly flew away, floating in the air, and did not leave.

"Okay, little bastard, grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time." Before Qin Mu said anything, he saw that the monk's Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle had covered his whole body, and his eyes were green and ran towards the thing in the air. Qin Mu covered his face. From the monk's angle, he could not reach the one in the air. What was this guy going to do?

The thing moved to the sky, and the judge's pen in Qin Mu's hand was already in his hand and pointed to the sky. The thing was shot by the blue spiritual beam, like a kite with a broken string, falling erraticly from the sky.

Yu Xiu never understood what Qin Mu and Yu Xiu were excited about, but after the thing landed, he suddenly widened his eyes and roared: "Ning Zhiguo!"

The old shaman's weak body rushed out of the room, and he didn't look like an extremely weak person at all. He ran to the edge of the red and fierce spirit king with trembling hands to touch him, but the tears flowing from his eyes had wet the collars, and the clothes on his chest were already full of slack.

But he didn't care at all. There was only the at a loss in front of him. He eagerly put the other party's hand in his hand, carefully as if he had harvested a treasure.

However, the Red Light Evil Spirit King did not appreciate it. When he rushed over, he waved his hand and a red ghost force pounced towards the old man. Qin Mu quickly looked and felt a solid soup that stretched across the Red Light Evil Spirit King and the old shaman, and then resisted the opponent's attack.

Under Qin Mu's intimidation, the Red Light Fierce Spirit King became more honest. Although he had no memory or complete consciousness, he remembered that the person in front of him was a "villain" who had hurt him twice and chased him out of nine streets. He naturally had no good expression on Qin Mu, but he just didn't dare to express it clearly.

Qin Mu felt funny when the red and fierce spirit king shook at him childishly and said nothing. Instead, the old shaman looked at Ning Zhiguo with excitement and Qi Yi: "Zhiguo... is an old shaman... do you still remember?"

A trace of confusion appeared in Ning Zhiguo's eyes, and he looked at the old shaman inexplicably, tilting his head as if he was thinking.

The monk seemed to want to rush over, so hesitated to stop Qin Mu. He leaned against the side. In the monk's eyes, he saw that the evil ghost was going to kill him, but he didn't expect so many.

However, Qin Mu was always observing the interaction between the old shaman and Ning Zhiguo. If Ning Zhiguo had any abnormal movement, he would take action, but there was no such thing as the situation was going in a good direction. Ning Zhiguo began to seriously recall everything before.

After a long time, Ning Zhiguo could only whisper: "Old Shaman."

"It's me, it's me." The old shaman hugged Ning Zhiguo in his arms, but Ning Zhiguo's form was in a ghost state at this time. The old shaman's hand directly passed through Ning Zhiguo's body. It was better to say that Ning Zhiguo leaned in his arms rather than holding Ning Zhiguo in his arms.

Ning Zhiguo leaned on the old shaman's shoulder, as if he was continuing to recall something. His expression quickly became confused, while the old shaman was so excited that he snotted and cried.

"Ah--" Just as everyone felt that things were going in a good direction, Ning Zhiguo suddenly screamed. He broke out from the old shaman's arms, and his hair was emitting a burst of red light. When the red light flashed, Ning Zhiguo wanted to grab the ground with his head. No one could understand how painful his head was, as if it was about to crack at any time.

Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and quickly used the judge's pen as a supplement to engrave a soul-retaining rune on the red light, because he saw that when Ning Zhiguo was struggling in the air, his soul actually showed signs of dispersing his soul. If he was released like this, his soul might be dispersed into several. Sui said that Qin Mu could completely take the method of letting it go, but in the end, the red light evil spirit king had already begun to have his own memory and could recall the past. Isn't that great?

It's better than Qin Mu trying every means to eliminate the other party.

After the rune of Soul-fixing was pasted, his trembling amplitude became much smaller and gradually stabilized, no longer shaking in the air like a monkey with a tight spell.

He landed in mid-air, his eyes were unprecedentedly clear, he was no different from his life, he smiled and said, "Old Shaman."

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Chapter completed!