Chapter 12 Lin Cong is dead

After placing the talisman.

He Song turned around and left the stall area and returned to his home.

but.

Just when He Song returned home and was practicing spells while staying vigilant, the sound of slight footsteps suddenly came to his ears.

The sound of footsteps came from outside the house, which immediately aroused He Song's vigilance.

For a moment, He Song held his breath and concentrated. The five senses of the immortal cultivator were brought into full play, wanting to hear where the footsteps came from.

At the same time, two thick earth talismans quietly appeared in He Song's hand.

As long as something unexpected happens, He Song can guarantee that he can activate the spiritual talisman to protect himself immediately.

After doing all this, He Song felt calmer.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the slight footsteps circling the perimeter of the house next door several times, pausing in several places for a long time, and then gradually faded away.

Wait until there is no more movement from the outside world.

He Song's expression relaxed.

The two thick earth talismans that were originally held in his hands were also put into his sleeves again.

"Why does this sound... sound like stepping on a spot?"

The alert was lifted, and the route of the footsteps flashed through He Song's mind, and he looked at Lin Cong's house next door.

Next door to He Song lives Lin Cong.

Lin Cong returned home with serious injuries last night, and today someone went to visit him outside the house where he lived.

This couldn't help but make He Song think more.

Last night, I heard painful low moans and violent coughing coming from Lin Cong's room next door.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that the sounds from Lin Cong's room gradually became quieter, and now there was no sound at all.

You can hear it yourself.

Lin Cong's other neighbor could naturally hear it.

Between rows of houses, each house will have two neighbors, and each other's voices can be heard clearly.

In this case.

He Song's gaze towards the next door had become a little dark.

It seemed that the person who came to visit was another neighbor of Lin Cong.

This Lin Cong...could he have been seriously injured and died in the room?

Otherwise, how could you explain that there was no sound coming from the other party's room for so long?

The eager look in He Song's eyes flashed away, but he was quickly rejected.

It doesn’t matter whether Lin Cong is dead or not.

You shouldn't pick up any of his things yourself.

Once Lin Cong was not dead, he rushed in. With Lin Cong's strong figure and third-level Qi training, it would not be much harder to crush himself to death than to crush a chicken.

Breaking into someone else's house and being shot to death by the owner is your own fault, and the law enforcement team won't say anything.

Even if Lin Cong died, he would still get Lin Cong's relics.

But another neighbor next door to Lin Cong has also been eyeing this thing.

If I get it in advance, I am afraid that I will be targeted by an ignorant monk in the future.

It's just a relic of a monk who has reached the third level of Qi training.

It's not worth the risk of offending another monk who doesn't know the depth.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. After He Song thought about it for a while, he finally closed his eyes again and continued to practice the three basic spells he had just learned.

Breath-holding Technique.

Spiritual vision.

Sound transmission.

The difficulty of practicing these three basic spells is not high.

Although it takes longer than the Spiritual Rain Technique and the Spiritual Arrow Technique, it actually doesn't take much longer.

It took He Song ten days to practice the Spiritual Rain Technique before he could perform it normally without losing its power.

The same goes for spiritual archery.

After He Song tried the three spells of Breath Condensation Technique, Spirit Eyes Technique, and Sound Transmission Technique, he felt that each spell would take half a month to be cast normally without losing its power.

Half a month is only five days longer than the ten days required for Spiritual Rain Technique and Spiritual Arrow Technique.

Come to think of it, the difficulty of practicing these three basic spells is not very high.

The first basic spell that He Song practiced was the Breath Condensation Technique.

Not for anything else.

It's just because the Breath Condensation Technique can hide one's own breath from being discovered by others.

Looking at the next door thoughtfully, He Song quickly became immersed in the process of practicing the Breath Condensation Technique.

......

Time flies.

Time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a month passed.

During this half-month period, in addition to practicing the Breath Condensation Technique, He Song also took the time to visit the two seniors he had just met in the Immortal Workshop.

Meng Guan from Lingyao Pavilion and Wei Fan from Lingjian Pavilion.

These two people are from the same sect and have known each other for a long time.

Although He Song's cultivation level is lower as both members of the Xianfang internal staff, as Ling Zhifu, he still has certain friendship value.

And his character was also recognized by Wei Fan.

Since both parties were willing to make friends, He Song's friendship with them was smooth.

After several visits, the relationship between He Song and the two gradually became closer.

At least, without any entanglement of interests, it would be easy for He Song to get some information from them.

this day.

He Song was sitting on a futon in his home, the aura on his body appearing and disappearing.

But then, the breath on He Song's body disappeared without a trace in an instant, and his whole body was like a solid stone, without any breath.

"The Breath Condensation Art is done!" Opening his eyes, the joy on He Song's face flashed away.

Once the Breath Condensation Technique is completed, He Song can restrain all his breath with just a thought.

As long as he is not seen by the naked eye, He Song will be like a stubborn stone, making people unable to feel a breath at all.

He restrained his aura.

He Song stood up from the futon, made himself a pot of tea, and took a few sips.

Visiting Wei Fan and Meng Guan these days, He Song's tea skills also began to improve.

Wei Fan was even given a tea set and some tea leaves, so that he could make tea and enjoy it alone at home.

However, just as He Song was sipping the tea, the sound of slight footsteps came again to his ears.

For a moment, He Song's figure was fixed, and his whole body was frozen in the room like a solid stone. Only wisps of tea fragrance filled the tip of his nose, and his ears silently listened to the movement of the footsteps.

Half a month later, Lin Cong's other neighbor was really calm.

To this day, He Song has not heard the other party step into Lin Cong's room.

Every time footsteps were heard, they would circle outside Lin Cong's house, stand in certain places for a long time, and finally leave quietly.

This is always the case.

Extremely cautious.

Even He Song, when the other party was so cautious, had higher requirements for his own mentality of seeking stability.

What is caution? This is what people call real caution!

In order to gain a little bit, I would not hesitate to step in for half a month.

However, this time seems different.

It seems that He Song's aura was not sensed, and he felt that He Song was not at home. This time, the man who came to visit was obviously much bolder.

The footsteps wandering around the house were not as gentle as before.

He Song was thoughtful as he listened to the different footsteps in his ears.

"Could it be that this person didn't take action before because he sensed that I was still at home? Now that I have learned the Breath Condensation Technique and restrained my breath, he didn't sense my breath, so he was ready to take action?"