Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

On the bluestone street of the small town.

The coffin was smooth and had no handles to hold on to. Jinchen was sitting on a small stool and was shaken by the weight. From time to time, there were slight noises coming from inside the coffin.

But he sat comfortably, looking around from time to time at the town which was completely different from the daytime, except that it was very noisy in the coffin.

"Stop making noise." Jinchen knocked on the coffin.

Unexpectedly, the sound in the coffin really stopped.

"Yo ho."

Jinchen became interested and tapped with his fingers again, then asked with a hint of interest: "Who are you, a man or a girl? Please say something."

There was an eerie silence, with the only sound around being the whistling night wind.

Jinchen thought for a moment and asked the man carrying the coffin, "Who is inside?"

His response was still silence.

[Should I say something?] How embarrassing.

Ling Gungun was afraid, but he was worried about the host's psychological shadow.

Jinchen:......

Behind the long procession carrying the coffin, Rong Zixu and four others followed closely.

Xu Qie paused for a moment, clenched his fists, and silently looked towards the house on the street.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the four of them had turned into five without them noticing.

The extra one is right next to Rong Zixu.

But Rong Zixu's attention was completely focused on Jinchen in front of him, and he didn't even notice the shadow under his feet.

Xu Qie wanted to remind her, so he continued to follow forward and first pulled Gong Siyue beside him, asking her to look at the shadow.

However, in just a dozen steps, the shadow was actually moving faster than them!

Gong Siyue and Xu Qie's breathing became disordered. Now Jing Xingcan and Rong Zixu also noticed it. The four of them stopped and observed tacitly.

One second, two seconds…seven seconds.

The shadow did not stop moving forward because of their stop, but floated forward smoothly.

"Is it a ghost?" Xu Qie asked silently.

"Follow me first."

Rong Zixu spoke briefly and to the point. Seeing that the shadow was getting closer and closer to the team carrying the coffin, he quickened his pace.

The shadow was still floating forward and had already reached the middle of the team, right next to the coffin, less than half a meter away from Jinchen who was sitting on the coffin.

Rong Zixu held the sword tightly in his hand, ready to draw it at any time.

But just as he drew his sword, the shadow slowly stopped.

Rong Zixu loosened his hand again, looked at both sides of the street, and soon found a clue.

Red lanterns float and shadows move forward.

But not every street has houses, and shadows cannot move in flat, unlit areas.

Shadow's target is Jinchen.

When Rong Zixu had this thought, he drew his sword without hesitation.

"Oh no, oh no..."

Jing Xingcan's heart was in his throat, and he tried to lower his voice, "There are so many shadows behind us!"

"Big Brother!" Gong Siyue caught up and whispered, "Look ahead!"

Before the long line of coffins arrived, a bun shop quietly opened its door, and a man in dark clothes leaned half of his body out, pointed at the lanterns to them, and then made a gesture to cut it off.

Then the man glanced at the hemp-clothed ghosts carrying the coffin with fear, and shrank back in fear.

Jinchen, who had no idea what happened next, raised his eyebrows in confusion and looked at the red lanterns everywhere.

Jing Xingcan, who was behind, was a little excited and said quickly to Rong Zixu, "Yes, Senior Brother, if we snuff out a few lanterns in front, those ghosts won't be able to catch up."

Rong Zixu did not take it lightly, but the situation was urgent and a decision had to be made as soon as possible.

"Okay." Rong Zixu agreed. He turned his eyes away from Jinchen's back and dissipated the sword energy.

Jing Xingcan was even more simple and crude. He took out a slingshot from his waist, took out a few glass beads and shot them at the red lanterns.

Starting from the entrance of the steamed bun shop, seven lanterns in front of it went out, and the entire blood-red street that seemed to have no end suddenly became dark.

Jin Chen, who was still studying the coffin, sat up straight, "Huh?"

He looked back and saw through the darkness that Rong Zixu put away his sword, and then disappeared the next moment.

No, it’s not that Rong Zixu disappeared.

Jinchen only felt a push on his back. The ghosts in hemp clothes who were walking slowly forward suddenly ran forward several steps and rushed into the darkness carrying the coffin.

“Xiaochen!!”

Rong Zixu's eyes were startled as he watched in horror as the coffin and the ghost in sackcloth clothes disappeared into the darkness. He chased into the dark street and vaguely saw the black fog on the wall melting away.

He didn't have time to think about it and followed him in.

Gong Siyue said quickly: "Xiao Liu and I will go find the boss and ask him about it. Xiao Wu, you know the tracking technique, go help the senior brother!"

Jing Xingcan had been filled with confusion and astonishment since he saw Jinchen disappear. Finally, he found a fulcrum in his guilt. It was the bun shop owner who tricked them into destroying the Red Lanterns!

He followed Gong Siyue who was rushing forward with a whip in anger, and also tightly grasped the slingshot that seemed to have no lethal power in his hand.

Gong Siyue patiently knocked on the door three times.

The third time, she raised her leg and kicked, and the shabby wooden door fell down.

"Get out!" Gong Siyue shouted, and the long whip shook in the air, making a sound of breaking through the air, and was thrown hard at the tables and chairs in the room, breaking into pieces in an instant.

The owner of the bun shop in the inner room slowly moved out, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Gong Siyue's eyes. His legs went weak and he knelt down almost as soon as he saw the whip. He was the first to speak.

"Immortal...thank you so much for saving my life!"

The bun shop owner seemed to know that they would not make things difficult for the child, so he pulled out his younger son who was still crying loudly and knelt down with him.

"Saving my life? You really did it on purpose!"

Gong Siyue asked Jing Xingcan to take the child away, and suddenly swung the whip, "Who told you that the coffin will disappear in a dark place?"

The boss of the bun shop saw that she had no intention of killing anyone, so he wiped the sweat off his forehead and nodded, "It's not me."

"People on our street discovered that once the coffin team takes someone away that night, they will leave as long as... there is no red lantern."

"I was so scared... You guys are so powerful, you will definitely be fine."

The bun shop owner knew he was in the wrong and was frightened by Gong Siyue's whip and trembled continuously.

“Wuwuwuwu, I don’t want to, I don’t want to become the person in the painting, wuwuwuwu daddy, daddy save me!”

The little boy who was hugged by Jing Xingcan was crying with snot and tears all over his face. He sobbed and tried to break away from Jing Xingcan's embrace, "Let me go...let me go!"

The little boy was chubby and tough, and he twisted so hard that Jing Xingcan couldn't hold him. He cried out, "Don't... what are you drawing?"

Jing Xingcan suddenly reacted and looked at Gong Siyue, "What do you mean by becoming the person in the painting?"

"No! Don't talk nonsense, kid!"

The bun shop owner's face changed drastically. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he snatched the child from Jing Xingcan's arms and went upstairs with him in his arms.

"Stop! Explain yourself clearly!" Gong Siyue wanted to stop him, but saw the bun shop owner turned around, his face looked even more terrified than when he saw the coffin.

"Please, please don't ask... I really don't dare to say."

As the boss said this he even wanted to kneel down and kowtow.

"Hey, don't." Jing Xingcan hurried to help, giving the boss the opportunity to pick up the child and run upstairs and lock the door tightly.

"What's going on?" Jing Xingcan scratched his head, at a loss.

"Third Senior Sister, did you see the portrait in the town during the day?"

Gong Siyue shook her head solemnly, "No."

After checking during the day, we found not only no portraits, but even no art galleries.

Why are the people so afraid of something that has never appeared in Xiling Town?