My Master is Lin Zhengying

Uncle Jiu nodded with his hands behind his back.

At this point, it is indeed time to eat.

They watched Nan Chen in the house all morning, and they were indeed a little hungry.

Therefore, the remaining people, including Shangguan Ronghui, Wencai and others.

They all left Nan Chen's room one after another under the greeting of Uncle Jiu and the others.

After a while, Nan Chen was the only one left in the room.

After taking the healing pill, Nan Chen didn't feel any hunger at all.

Instead, it feels like eating puffed food.

After everyone left, Xiaoyu in the yin and yang umbrella did not come out.

Nan Chen continued to close his eyes and rest. Although his body had a lot of energy, he still wanted to sleep.

So Nan Chen lay on the bed and slept deeply for another day.

This time, Nan Chen slept until the next afternoon.

After getting up, I felt the pangs of hunger.

But the injury on his body has improved a lot.

His blood energy also increased a lot after this night.

Nan Chen left the bed and called Xiaoyu in the umbrella twice.

Nan Chen didn't respond, and went out with his clothes on.

He is very hungry now, and he is not feeling well.

Want to eat something, take a shower.

After leaving the room, Nan Chen found that there was no one outside the courtyard.

On the stone table, there were some pastries instead.

Nan Chen was already so hungry that he picked it up and started to eat.

After eating, no one came back.

Then I fetched two buckets of water from the well in the small courtyard and took a shower. My whole body was greasy, and I finally felt much more comfortable after washing.

It felt so refreshing.

He didn't know where Uncle Jiu and the others had gone.

He left the small courtyard alone and walked out.

He is not familiar with Baishamen, he was brought in at that time.

When I went out, I didn't know the way at all.

But you can also see the location of the main hall.

There was a voice over there, so I followed it.

The further forward, the louder the noise.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Hack him to death!"

"Not a single one!"

"..."

Hearing these voices, Nan Chen's heart moved slightly.

What's the matter, something went wrong?

Subconsciously, Nan Chen quickened his pace.

Finally, following the direction of the sound, he came to the front of the main hall from a small door.

Here is the Grand Plaza.

The position where everyone fought before.

Looking around at this moment, the big square is full of people.

In addition to the Baishamen disciples, there are also many casual cultivators and disciples from various sects.

The number is around 400 people.

In the middle, stand three wooden pillars.

On the wooden post, three men were bound.

Looking at the iconic scarlet head, it should be Fusang's onmyoji.

"quiet!"

Daoist Yongming on the high platform shouted.