After a night of snow, the snow in Zixiao City was already overwhelming.
Early in the morning, nearby merchants and people were seen cleaning the snow on the streets.
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue walked along the way, Xin Lin used a few fireballs, and the snow on the road melted cleanly.
“You think Emperor Longteng is strange?”
Xin Lin and Murong Ziyue set out early. When they arrived near Wanjin Inn, no one in the palace could see them.
Murong Ziyue took out a few roasted sweet potatoes made by Wan Niang and started gnawing on them with Xin Lin.
Both women’s faces were slightly red from cold.
“I’m not sure that the bad luck on his body has disappeared. You are a person from Fengdong. You should know that there are all kinds of auras in people. They will not appear easily or disappear easily.”
Xin Lin asked about the arrogant corpse on the way back to the palace.
The arrogant corpse also said that bad luck cannot be dissipated spontaneously. There are only two possibilities. One is that the person is dead.
The second possibility is to leave the bad luck and take it back.
Of course, ordinary people cannot be able to receive and receive bad luck freely.
Ghost cultivation can do it if it reaches the level of Hua Yaorao and Gui Hu.
But even Hua Yaorao didn’t bother to do this.
Ghost cultivators are not good people, but most of them act openly and honestly, killing people if they kill, and they will never use such despicable means as unlucky.
“But it is hard to believe that Emperor Longteng has a problem. After all, you also know that it is your Emperor Longteng, the Lord of Nine Five. Besides, no one can see the bad luck.”
Murong Ziyue hesitated.
She advised Xin Lin to be cautious in his actions so as not to cause trouble.
“If I were based on this alone, I would naturally not make a judgment easily. When I took the pulse for Emperor Longteng, I found that his pulse was different from the ones before.”
Xin Lin pondered.
Including Gui Hu’s time, Xin Lin could have taken the pulse three times for Emperor Longteng.