His thousands of words turned into a question, "What are you going to do next?"

Seven years have been too long. If the ghost energy were the past, he would never believe it.

But he had seen his master fight with a puppet. It was a walking corpse refined from a dead corpse, which was the so-called ghost energy.

Some of those things can be seen, while others cannot be seen and touched. They are very evil things and are indeed transmitted from the witch clan.

The master's strength alone was not enough to compete with him. Later, the master came forward to settle all this.

Since the master had fought with those things, he would definitely be able to distinguish the ghost energy in Xuanjue's body. Why didn't he take action to remove it as soon as possible? Huizhi couldn't help but fall into confusion.

When Jiang Zebei heard this, his eyes turned to Qingyuan, "Next, I will go to the Western Regions and hear that the Wu people are looking for me."

This decision was not only shocked by Huizhi, but even Qingyuan was a little unbelievable.

"No!" Qingyuan was the first to stand up and refute.

Jiang Zebei was as dark as obsidian, and his dark and deep eyes looked faintly at Qingyuan.

"It's really not possible!" Qingyuan became anxious, stood up from the stool, and walked towards Jiang Zebei, "They will kill you!"

"That depends on whether they have the ability!"

Jiang Zebei lowered his eyes, tidied up the monk's robe with some wrinkles on his body, nodded slightly to Huizhi, and walked towards the front of the hall.

"Senior Brother, I'm not kidding!" Qingyuan didn't take it seriously and his voice became more anxious.

"I'm not kidding either. Since they want it, wouldn't it be just right for me to deliver it to you and can save your mother."

Qingyuan was speechless. He wanted to refute. Looking at Jiang Zebei's departure, he was left with helplessness and self-blame.

He knew that his senior brother had already left and decided to leave.

It is obvious that he can handle things with just his blood, but the senior brother is going to the Western Regions in person, which must be not simple.

Thinking that when the senior brother was sick recently, it became increasingly difficult to control, Qingyuan couldn't help but sweat from his forehead, and he had a bad premonition.

The senior brother's back had disappeared. Qingyuan withdrew his gaze and turned to face Huizhi with his hands together. "The host, the disciple will leave first. Thank you for the host's intake for the years."

Huizhi frowned, looked at him for a while, and said, "You go."

Not long after Qingyuan left, Huizhi stood there for a while before leaving.

None of the three noticed that a figure was quickly leaving on the high beams and pillars.

...

When Jiang Zebei walked to the Dayin Temple, his heart was confused.

I just recovered my memory and saw my beloved person and children, but I learned that my life was not long before, so who could know his unwillingness?

There was anger that wanted to destroy everything, which made him suffer and tormented.

The beloved person is by your side, but he cannot get close to him. He would rather not be found. He would not be so sweet and would not experience the feeling of losing him again.

Walking to the furnace and cauldron of the temple, Jiang Zebei stopped.

The Turks have been destroyed, and the Turkic national commander has died.

And his strange power was spread from the witch clan again. Those people still wanted to use him, so how could there be such a cheap thing in the world?

Since he can't even survive, how can he let the witch people be free and easy?

He also heard that the witch people have been active frequently in recent years.

Jiang Zebei looked up and looked at the dark sky. The confusion in his eyes did not dissipate.

He had already sensed the power in his body and was gradually devouring him.
Chapter completed!