In the dark room, there was a cold wind. It didn''t look like hot summer at all. It was like a gloomy ghost nest.

    As soon as Qi Yun came in, he felt a gloomy breath.

    Holding the steel knife tightly, he looked at Ada''s bed with cold eyes and strode over.

    Click!

    Without hesitation, he cut down with a knife.

    The whole bed was like rotten wood, which was broken by him on the spot, and wood chips splashed.

    The bed was dark and could not see anything.

    Qi Yun took out the fire fold, took it, and soon his eyes coagulated.

    A wisp of black hair lay there quietly, fingers thick and thin, filled with a faint fragrance.

    He directly picked up the strand of hair with a steel knife, observed it for a moment, sneered and said, "it''s mysterious!"

    WOW!

    The hair was ignited on the fire fold, giving off a burning smell. The hair was violently twisted like a conscious, and soon burned to fly ash.

    He didn''t leave. He blew out the fuse, held a steel knife and observed in Ada''s room.

    This stop is more than two hours.

    The room was always dark and the cold wind roared. There was no abnormality and no crying.

    The people in the yard began to worry when they saw Qi Yun''s delay in coming out.

    Ah Da''s face changed. He walked to the room and shouted outside the door, "second master, second master, are you okay?"

    A moment later, Qi Yun looked cold, grabbed the steel knife and came out.

    Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

    "Whose room is crying?"

    Qi Yun asked.

    "We have."

    "And us..."

    "So are we..."

    Soon someone raised his hand.

    Qi Yun asked everyone to stay here, chose another room and strode in.

    This is the room of three ordinary gang members, which is fairly bright.

    After he came in this time, he closed the door directly from the inside, and all the curtains were closed. The whole room was completely dark.

    Qi Yun sat on the head of a gang''s bed and began to wait.

    In the dark environment, bursts of cold wind constantly roared, and I don''t know where it penetrated. The temperature in the room is extremely cold.

    However, Qi Yun has strong Qi and blood, and his body is like a furnace. This cold is not enough for him.

    His eyes narrowed slightly, leaning on a steel knife, he always paid attention to the movements around him, like a sleeping tiger. The four points of mental power were highly concentrated, and he couldn''t feel a trace of sleepiness.

    In the spacious room, the cold wind is always blowing, and the curtain is like a ghost dancing.

    Unconsciously, time flies.

    The sky lit up, but there was still no sound of crying.

    Qi Yun frowned and waited for some time. The sky turned bright completely.

    He thought in his heart, grabbed the steel knife and walked out of the door.

    As soon as they came out, Lin Baofa, ADA, Li Qing and others looked very white.

    "What''s the matter?"

    Qi Yun asked.

    "Second master, are you... Are you okay? Didn''t you hear anything?

    It''s hard for Lin to protect the law.

    Qi Yun showed his doubts and said, "I sat all night and didn''t hear any sound."

    "Really didn''t you hear?"

    Lin Baofa''s face turned whiter.

    "What the hell is going on?"

    Qi Yun asked.

    "Not long after you closed the door last night, we heard bursts of crying inside. It wasn''t a woman crying. It sounded hoarse and terrible. It sounded like a fierce ghost crying. We were going to go in, but brother Zhou stopped us and said it was a critical moment and couldn''t disturb you."

    Lin Baofa said.

    "What?"

    Qi Yun stared.

    He sat all night and didn''t hear anything unusual. As a result, everyone outside heard it.

    "Second master, are you really all right?"

    Ah Da asked.

    "I didn''t hear anything."

    Qi Yun turned and looked at the room again.

    With a sigh, Zhou Bucai came over and said, "second Lord, your blood is too strong and your low-level strangeness is difficult to approach, but if the curse is completely completed, I''m afraid you can hear it."

    The crowd in the yard panicked again.

    Qi Yun turned around and noticed the panic of the crowd.

    If this situation is not handled well, I''m afraid someone will run away.

    "Calm down and curse everything. It''s still all right now. From now on, give me what to do. No one is allowed to talk about it. Ah Da and Li Qing show me them. Anyone who dares to disturb people''s hearts and run away without permission will break my legs."

    Qi Yunli drank.

    "Yes, sir."

    ADA and Li Qing shouted.

    "Bad..."

    Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded, and a man ran over, his face startled and said, "second master, sun... Sun Gouzi had an accident, he... He died in the thatched cottage, just like ah Er hall leader."

    "What?"

    As soon as Qi Yun''s face changed, he quickly took someone over.

    On the side of the smelly hut, there were a pile of bloody things. The blood was accompanied by the smell, which made everyone feel disgusting and almost spit out.

    "When did it happen?"

    Qi Yun took a look and retreated. He asked with an ugly face.

    "It was just dawn that day. He ran out of the last hut and didn''t go back. Later, I found this scene when I went to the hut."

    The man said in horror.

    Qi Yun was upset and turned to leave here.

    Before leaving, he called Zhou Bucai over.

    All the others stayed to dispose of the body.

    "Is there any way I can hear that cry? Not seven days later, but tonight, I''ll hear it tonight. "

    Qi Yun asked in a low voice.

    "Well... I''m afraid I can''t help it."

    Zhou Bucai said with a bitter smile: "before this curse is completed, it mainly creates panic by affecting the spirit of others, and then makes the single people die one by one. If you want to hear this sound, unless you can have strong spiritual power, how can ordinary people say that spiritual power can be promoted? This is almost impossible. "

    "Mental strength."

    Qi Yun''s eyes flashed and said, "can you really hear that sound when you improve your mental strength?"

    He had strengthened his spirits yesterday, but he didn''t hear anything.

    Is it because it''s not enough?

    "It should be possible. Not all curses can involve spirit, but the night cry of ghosts is really related to spirit."

    Zhou Bucai said.

    Qi Yun''s heart surged, waved his hand and said, "go down and find out the person who raised the murderer in the salt farm as soon as possible."

    Zhou Bucai replied and bowed down.

    He didn''t hold any hope for Qi Yun in his heart. He only waited until the ghost night was finished crying, and all these people died. He took the wealth of the green dragon sect and left here.

    What? He won''t do it if he finds out who keeps evil people in the salt farm.

    One investigation will do great damage to his cultivation.

    If there was no accident in the Qinglong Gang, he would really work hard to find out, but now the whole Qinglong Gang doesn''t live for a few days. The devil is willing to help him find out what kind of salt farm to raise murderers.

    In the room.

    Qi Yun''s eyes flashed and opened the panel.

    Looking at the 4 points above, he clicked the liftable button in the back.

    Is this spiritual force a process of quantitative change arousing qualitative change, and the effect is obvious only when it is added to the maximum?

    The light flashes continuously, and the spiritual power increases rapidly, and soon becomes 6 points.

    The points are reduced by 10 points again, leaving 57 points.

    He thought about it and felt that it was not safe. He raised it again by 1 point, and his spiritual strength reached 7 points. The words "can not be improved" appeared behind him.

    There are 52 points left.

    Buzz!

    For a moment, there were buzzing noises in his mind, a mess.

    What is the sound of buying vegetables, shouting, quarreling, the collision of tables, chairs and benches, the sound of water flow, the sound of chopping firewood, the sound of swearing in the street

    All kinds of voices were in a mess. It was like coming to a downtown in a moment, and my brain was almost fried.

    He covered his ears, closed his eyes and tried to relax. Soon, the buzzing noise began to blur and disappear, but as long as he focused, he could hear it again.

    He carefully experienced this feeling. Countless voices are like countless thin lines. As long as he listens carefully, these thin lines can be distinguished one by one.

    He realized it silently. It took him a while to open his eyes and show his light.

    You should be able to hear that kind of ghost cry now?