Quick Travel: The beginning is Shura Field

Chapter 1567: A blind girl from a poor sect turns her life around with her acting skills (9)

The ghost bride responded: "Then I will go and pack my things."

Dai Ke remembered something and reminded: "Dress low-key. We are entering the world as ordinary casual cultivators this time."

If the ghost bride still went out wearing that wedding dress and white face, it would probably scare a lot of people.

"The servant knows."

The ghost bride returned to her room to pack her things.

Leng Wujue had asked her to make clothes for Dai Ke before, but she had not found a way to give them to Dai Ke yet. Now she just picked up her bag and left, without having to make excuses.

Before going down the mountain, Dai Ke took a bath and changed into the new clothes made for her by the ghost bride.

The base is a white dress with cloud patterns embroidered with silver thread, paired with a smoky blue gauze cardigan and hand-woven red accessories, which instantly make the plain-colored clothes come alive.

Dai Ke's eyes turned pale and cloudy due to the poison gas infection. The ghost bride tied a white satin eye band around her. From a distance, she looked like a cold and banished immortal wandering in the world.

"Ma'am, shall we go?"

Dai Ke touched the "Cold Frost" on the table and asked, "Is there a suitable scabbard for this sword?"

When coming out of the basement that day, the ghost bride thought that Dai Ke must be looking for the scabbard, so she told Leng Wujue about this matter.

The ghost bride took out the scabbard that had been made overnight. It was snow-white and smooth all over, and it matched the "Cold Frost" very well.

"Yes, I will help you put it on."

Dai Ke touched the new scabbard, felt the texture, and looked delighted: "Thank you, let's go." The ghost bride drove the carriage and took Dai Ke down the mountain from the back mountain path, avoiding being noticed by the people in the sect.

The carriage drove into the bustling and lively water town.

Before going to book an inn, Dai Ke asked the ghost bride to take her to the gathering place of the most gossips - the teahouse.

As soon as I stepped into the busy teahouse, I heard the storyteller telling the legend of the Hundred Ghosts Gate.

The ghost bride helped Dai Ke sit in the corner, and the storyteller on the stage also started to tell the exciting part.

"The leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect wears a blood-stained red robe, has a green face and fangs, is extremely ugly, specializes in eating babies' hearts, and wanders the world like a ghost at night..."

The ghost bride couldn't help but sneer as she listened to the storyteller's words: "It's as if he has seen the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect with his own eyes."

The ghost bride's mumbling was heard by the people at the next table. They looked at the ghost bride unconvincedly and said, "Young lady, you have never seen the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, have you?" The ghost bride said proudly, "Of course, the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect is handsome and unparalleled in the world. He looks like a god, not an ugly thing with a green face and fangs."

The man laughed contemptuously and said, "Young lady, have you read too many folk rumors?"

"The leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect, as the name suggests, must be as ugly as a ghost, otherwise how can it be called the Hundred Ghosts Sect?"

Listening to the other party's nonsense, the ghost bride wanted to roll up her sleeves and fight with the other party.

Dai Ke noticed her anger and reminded her: "Xiao Yue, don't be rude. We must keep a low profile on this trip and don't cause trouble."

The ghost bride held back her anger, and spoke gently to Dai Ke: "Madam, I have really seen the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. He looks very handsome."

We can't let Dai Ke misunderstand, otherwise, won't their leader's journey to chase his wife be endless?

"What the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect looks like has nothing to do with me, and I don't care. There's no need to argue about such meaningless things."

The ghost bride closed her mouth, glared at the man and snorted coldly.

However, the man did not intend to stop talking: "I heard that recently the Wanjian Sect and Piaomiao Sect are hunting down the members of the Baigui Sect. Do you think that the sect leader who is like a god in your heart will be killed by the sword of the righteous way?"

The ghost bride didn't say anything, and the man raised his voice: "I think he will definitely do that. After all, he only dares to appear at night when others are off guard. He must not have any strength. He is just a rat crawling in the gutter, an ugly monster. The righteous should have gotten rid of him long ago to avoid panic."

As these words came out, the people around him burst into laughter, obviously agreeing with him.

The ghost bride's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Dai Ke held her wrist: "I'm tired, let's find an inn to rest."

The ghost bride suppressed her murderous intent and helped Dai Ke leave the teahouse.

into the night.

The man was sleeping when he was suddenly awakened by a chill. When he opened his eyes, he saw a pale-faced person who could not be identified as a man or a woman pressed against the top of the bed.

Her long hair hung down and brushed across his face, bringing endless chill.

Those white pupils allowed him to concretize the image of a ghost.

Suddenly, the blood-red lips that were close to the roof opened, revealing sharp white teeth: "I heard that you went around saying that this sect master is ugly and insulting this sect master. It seems that this sect master can only take you to the underworld."

The cold voice made him shudder. He wanted to scream in fear, but found that he couldn't make a sound.

He wanted to escape, but his body seemed to be nailed to the bed and could not move no matter how he struggled.

The man wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held open by a pair of hands and he couldn't close them at all.

In his sight, he could only watch the mouth opening wider and wider, and the bloody mouth seemed to swallow his entire head.

"I know I was wrong!" "I really know I was wrong!"

"I shouldn't have insulted the Sect Master. I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

He screamed in fear and suddenly woke up from his dream. A foul smell spread in the space.

He rolled off the wet bed, crawled on the ground with his hands and feet, and kowtowed to the bed: "I was wrong! I was wrong! Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me!"

The man's pupils shrank, he kowtowed and knelt in panic, and kept muttering to himself, as if he was frightened to insanity.

He kept kneeling in front of the bed, bowing to the air, until a pool of blood spread out on the floor.

The teleportation talisman returned to the room and Dai Ke wiped the makeup off her face.

[Host, why did you stop the ghost bride today? Wouldn't it be better to let her beat that guy? ]

[You are stupid. The person being scolded is the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Sect. If the Ghost Bride speaks up for Leng Wujue, wouldn't that be admitting that she is a member of the Hundred Ghosts Sect?] At that time, let alone arguing, it would be a question whether they could leave the teahouse safely.

When you go out, you have to disguise yourself if you do bad things. How can you use your real face to speak for a cult?

But now the punishment has been given. Whether the other party can withstand the shock depends on his own psychological endurance.

Dai Ke changed his clothes and lay on the bed, thinking about the information in the teahouse.

No wonder Leng Wujue left Wuji Sect, and no wonder Ji Lingfeng didn’t come to harass them recently. It turns out that one was busy escaping, and the other was busy chasing.

However, the fact is...

Under the night sky, a red dress fluttered in the wind. Leng Wujue shook off the blood drops on the broken jade bone fan with disdain.

Looking at the corpses of their fellow disciples piled up in front of them, the people from the Wanjian Sect retreated one after another.

As he waved his folding fan, Leng Wu Jue raised his eyebrows and glanced at the group of young disciples: "Aren't you going to kill all of our Hundred Ghosts Sect? Come on, what are you afraid of?"

There were nearly a hundred of them, but most of them died at the hands of Leng Wujue.

They didn't even see how Leng Wujue made his move, and bodies fell one after another.