Chapter 12 Lin Cong Is Dead

After putting away the talisman.

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

However.

Just as He Song returned home, he kept alert while practicing magic, but suddenly heard a slight sound of footsteps.

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

For a moment, He Song held his breath and concentrated, and the five senses of the immortal cultivator were brought to the extreme, wanting to listen to where the footsteps came from.

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

As long as something unexpected happened, He Song could ensure that he could activate the talisman to protect himself in the first time.

After doing all this, He Song's mind was at peace.

Then, he heard the slight footsteps circling around the house next to him for several times, pausing for a long time in several places, and then gradually faded away.

When there was no more movement from the outside world.

He Song's expression was relieved.

The two thick earth talismans that were originally in his hand were also put back into his sleeves.

"Why does this sound so much like scouting?"

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

Next door to He Song, Lin Cong lived.

Last night, Lin Cong returned with serious injuries, and today someone went to scout outside the house where he lived.

This made He Song think more.

Last night, he heard painful groans and violent coughs from Lin Cong's room next door.

It was not until the second half of the night that the sound from Lin Cong's room gradually became smaller, and now there is no sound at all.

I can hear it.

Lin Cong's other neighbor can naturally hear it too.

Between the rows of houses, each house has two neighbors, and the voices of each other can be heard clearly.

In this case.

He Song's eyes looking at the next door have become a little deep.

It seems that the person who came to scout is Lin Cong's other neighbor.

Could it be that Lin Cong has died in the room due to serious injuries?

Otherwise, how can we explain why there has been no sound coming from the other party's room for so long?

He Song's eager look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly rejected it.

No matter whether Lin Cong is dead or not.

He shouldn't take his things by himself.

If Lin Cong is not dead, if he breaks in rashly, with Lin Cong's sturdy figure and the third-level Qi training, it would not be much harder to kill him than to kill a chicken.

Breaking into someone else's house and being killed by the owner is also his own fault, and the law enforcement team will not say anything.

Even if Lin Cong is dead, he has taken Lin Cong's relics.

But another neighbor next door to Lin Cong has also set his eyes on these things.

If he takes it in advance, he will probably be targeted by a cultivator who does not know his depth in the future.

It's just the relics of a cultivator at the third level of Qi training.

It's not worth it to take the risk to offend another cultivator who does not know his depth.

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

Breath-holding Technique.

Spiritual Eye Technique.

Sound Transmission Technique.

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

Although the time required is longer than that of Spiritual Rain Technique and Spiritual Arrow Technique, it is actually not much longer.

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

The same is true for Spiritual Arrow Technique.

After trying the three spells of Breath-holding Technique, Spiritual Eye Technique, and Sound Transmission Technique, He Song felt that each spell needed half a month to be performed 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.

It seems that the difficulty of practicing these three basic spells is not high.

The first basic spell He Song practiced was Breath-holding Technique.

Not for anything else.

It's just because the Breath-Retaining Technique can hide one's own breath and not be discovered by others.

He Song glanced at the next door thoughtfully, and soon immersed himself in the process of practicing the Breath-Retaining Technique.

Time flies.

Time flies.

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

In this half month, in addition to practicing the Breath-Retaining Technique, He Song also took time to visit two seniors he had just met in the Immortal Pavilion.

Meng Guan from the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion and Wei Fan from the Spiritual Construction Pavilion.

The two were originally from the same sect and had known each other for a long time.

As both were internal staff of the Immortal Pavilion, although He Song's cultivation was a little lower, as a spiritual plant husband, he still had a certain value of making friends.

And his character was also recognized by Wei Fan.

In the case that both parties were willing to make friends, He Song's friendship with them was also smooth.

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

At least, in the absence of interest disputes, it was easy for He Song to get some information from them.

On this day.

He Song sat on a cushion in his home, his aura appearing and disappearing from time to time.

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

"The Breath Containment Technique is done!" He Song opened his eyes and a flash of joy flashed across his face.

Once the Breath Containment Technique is completed, He Song only needs to move his mind to restrain all his aura.

As long as he is not seen by the naked eye, He Song will be like a piece of stone, and people can't feel a trace of his aura at all.

Contained his own aura.

He Song stood up from the mat, brewed a pot of tea for himself, and drank a few sips.

These days, visiting Wei Fan and Meng Guan, He Song's tea art has also begun to improve.

Wei Fan even gave him a set of tea sets and some tea leaves, so that he could enjoy making tea alone at home.

However, just as He Song was sipping tea, he heard a slight sound of footsteps again.

For a moment, He Song's body was fixed, and the whole person was like a stubborn stone in the room. Only a wisp 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 patient.

Until today, He Song has not heard the other party step into Lin Cong's room.

Every time the footsteps came, they circled outside Lin Cong's house, stood in a few places for a long time, and finally left quietly.

It was like this every time.

It was extremely cautious.

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

What is caution? This is what real caution is!

For a little gain, he would not hesitate to check the place for half a month.

However, this time seems to be different.

It seems that he did not sense He Song's breath and felt that He Song was not at home. This time, the person who came to check the place was obviously much bolder.

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

Hearing the different footsteps in his ears, He Song was thoughtful.

"Could it be that this person did not take action before because he sensed that I was still at home? Now that I have learned the Breath Containment Technique to restrain my breath, he did not sense my breath, so he was ready to take action?"