One is the first volume and the other is the second volume. Qin Mu is silent, as if there are still some tricks here.

"Have you taught Ning Zhiwen the second volume that Ning Zhiguo saw?" Qin Mu was stunned for a long time, and always felt that if he was a character like the Feather King, his skills should not turn into a dark shadow.

Although a person's soul is very similar to that of a human body, it does not mean that the other party should be as dark as charcoal. Moreover, the outline drawn by Ning Zhiwen's black shadow is a bit similar to a monster, and it is still somewhat different from the human figure.

"I don't know this." The old shaman said regretfully: "But what Ning Zhiwen said just now, Ning Zhiguo seemed to be with him for a long time."

"I guess it shouldn't be. If the feather King's ability is to become a black shadow in the end, that's fine. Since Ning Zhiwen and his son can understand the real space technique based on the superficiality of space art, I think it's normal for his son to improve a practice technique." The monk thought for a while and said.

"It's all because of the Ning family's breaking the rules, otherwise it wouldn't be like this." Yu Xiu said after listening for a long time, as if he understood it, and said.

"Ahem," he heard Yu Xiu's comment, and the old shaman coughed awkwardly, "This cannot be blamed on the Ning family. After all, similar incidents occurred in the family. At that time, the branch can practice the art of space, so it almost overturned the family. If it weren't for the superior skills of the direct line at that time, the Ning family's direct line would have been gone long ago, so where would it be passed down to this day? So from that time on, the branch line could not touch these things."

Several people were silent for a while. The tragedy of the Ning family was almost unsure of what happened that day. In short, it was really a pity that such a large family of psychics was overthrown because of human greed.

"Is there a way to untie mental control?" Qin Mu was silent for a long time, and suddenly thought that he still had Ning Zhiguo's soul. If Ning Zhiguo was successfully awakened again, Ning Zhiwen could still let him return to his current ignorant appearance in an instant. Wouldn't that be in vain?

"No, unless Ning Zhiwen is killed." The old shaman shook his head. He could say this, but he didn't care about Ning Zhiwen's life and death at all. It also shows from some aspects that he was indeed from the direct lineage.

"...What's going on in the village now?" Yu Xiu looked at Li Suo and suddenly thought of this question.

Li Suo was hit by Qin Mu's sonic boom before, his head was always groggy, and his physique was different from that of a monk. He was a real ordinary person, so when Ning Zhiwen left, he gradually returned to normal. He kept listening to the conversations of several people, without interrupting from beginning to end. Fifteen years ago, he was just a child who was trafficked and knew nothing.

But he has the most say in Yu Xiu's issue.

Just a little stunned, Li Suo tried his best to suppress his emotions, making his tone sound as calm as talking about the weather: "Everyone is dead."

The air was a little frozen for a while, and no one spoke for a while. Yu Xiu only felt dizzy. He had obviously not had the sonic boom of Qin Mu. After a while, the whole air was filled with the smell of sadness, and the old shaman smiled faintly: "No."

"Why can't it?" Li Suo suddenly became excited. He knew that even if he blamed Qin Mu and the others at this time, it would be useless. The people in this village were all slaves who escaped from the catastrophe fifteen years ago. They were from the Ning family. To put it bluntly, life was from the Ning family, and death was from the Ning family. So they died here at this time, which was Ning Zhiwen's hand. After all, they were old resentment from the past and could not blame others.

"I saw the bodies of those people with my own eyes. It was only one night, they..." Li Suo could not speak after speaking halfway, and could only hear the sound of inhaling hoho, like a duck with his neck stuck. Because from his perspective, he saw a tribe who walked out of the old shaman's house calmly.

"This..." When Qin Mu noticed Li Suo's strangeness, he looked back and was shocked, because the one who walked out of the old shaman's house was one of the three heads of three women hanging from the grapefruit tree that he saw in the first house.

Without his pale face and blue lips, the little girl's face was rosy, and she jumped to the old shaman: "What's wrong? Brother Li Suo?"

The crisp sound almost made Li Suo unable to breathe. The old shaman's hand was gently placed on Li Suo's expression before he could withdraw. The temperature from his warm big hand penetrated his skin bit by bit: "Child, don't be too impulsive."

Qin Mu also took a deep breath, but he was not like Li Suo, almost unable to get up. He looked up at the little girl who walked out of the old shaman's house. Looking closely, it seemed that it was no different from ordinary humans. Oh, no, it was no different from ordinary people.

Perhaps Qin Mu's eyes were too explicit, which made the little girl feel a little embarrassed. Then a head jumped out of the old shaman's room again. Oh, no, a woman who should have only one head left and hung on the grapefruit tree seemed to be the little girl's sister. As soon as she came out, she got angry at Qin Mu: "What are you looking at?"

Qin Mu had just passed by the little girl's fright, and now he was not surprised at the woman coming out. On the contrary, he looked numb.

The old shaman laughed: "Sir, don't look at it anymore, they are real people who are just like fake ones."

"Then what's going on?" Qin Mu was stunned for a moment, and his eyes left difficult from the faces of the two men. It was not that these two girls were so beautiful, but Qin Mu was too surprised and tried to see the clues from the surface. What's going on?

"I said it before," the old shaman coughed with a smile on his face: "I am a shaman with more than 30 gods on his back."

Qin Mu nodded. At this time, the monk also walked out of Qin Mu's step by step lotus effect. He could stand up straight and sit on the ground, but he didn't stand up for a long time because his feet were already numb.

"Those dead are actually the gods I carry." Qin Mu's surprise application, the old shaman said lightly: "After a conflict with you yesterday, I was afraid that something would happen, so I exchanged all the more than 30 families close to the Suo family with their own gods, so that the villagers could temporarily live in other people's homes or live in my home. However, these gods as exchange have died."

"Death?" Qin Mu was surprised when he heard the old shaman talking about exchanges, but he was also relieved that it was not humans who died, so the sacrifice of these "gods" was meaningful. The souls on the old shaman were originally intended to protect the safety of the people in the village. If they died in this way, they would die as much as possible.

The old shaman didn't say anything. He raised his hands and formed a strange seal. The seal was straight towards the child of Rumba who had fallen to the ground, the silent child's body suddenly turned into a cloud of disgust. A rabbit that had died for a long time tilted his head and appeared in place.
Chapter completed!