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People in the town look down on outsiders, and outsiders look down on people in town.

The conflict between them has been going on for a long time, if it wasn't for the sudden disappearance of all the cultivators this time, if only one or two disappeared at a time.

And who will find out.

From the moment she reached the border of the town, Que Ling'er felt that this place was very ominous.

Even in the face of the murderer who killed the elder, just a few of them will not help.

She put down her teacup and said, "Uncle, I think it's better to go back and report to Master before making any plans."

Uncle Zichen was also a little scared, but he must not be the first to say this.

Fortunately, Que Ling'er brought it up, which made him, who had been struggling to leave, very happy.But in terms of face, he still had to pretend to look down on Que Ling'er, "Hmph, as expected, he has never seen the world, and this kind of person still wants to take over the head of the sect."

When it comes to the position of the head, everyone is silent. This is not something they dare to interfere.

Only half-heartedly looked at Uncle Zichen angrily, but he didn't dare to go up and speak to Que Ling'er.

He secretly glanced at Fu Luobei, although Fu Luobei was not very pleasing, but she also hated Master Zichen.

Fu Luobei tilted his head: "What do you see me doing?"

Suddenly being caught, Banxin's face turned from pale to red in an instant, and he said: "Who is looking at you? If you don't look at me, how do you know that I look at you?"

Fu Luobei said: "Yes, I am looking at you, so why are you looking at me?"

For a shameless person, no amount of words can make her change her attitude a little.

Speaking of it, it seems that the one who is tough is half-hearted, but in fact, the one who holds his breath in the end is also half-hearted.

Fu Luobei took Que Ling'er's hand and said, "Ling'er, look, that one is killing me."

Que Ling'er pulled her hand away in embarrassment, and said to Banxin: "Don't be so rude to Fellow Daoist Fu."

Que Linger obviously regarded Fu Luobei as an outsider, but Fu Luobei was still very happy with Que Linger's maintenance.

No matter what the reason was, Que Ling'er defended her, which was something to be happy about.

Although Que Ling'er was asking Uncle Zichen, in fact, he didn't need his answer.

Although her character can be said to be submissive, she is just unwilling to argue most of the time.

Seeing that they wanted to leave, Hong Jingcheng couldn't help but gear up: "Take me too, take me too?"

Banxin was just rebuked, but now the blood in his heart is still agitated, not to mention that Hong Jingcheng's words just now frightened him, and he couldn't help feeling a little grudge: "Didn't you promise your father last time that you would never go out of town?" Yes!"

Fu Luobei said: "Who is that, you are too serious, you don't know there is a saying called..."

Hong Jingcheng: "A stopgap measure!"

Banxin hummed, and wanted to speak, but was held back by Banyue.

"Why are you dragging me... woo woo woo..."

Just when Ban Xin wanted to refute, Ban Yue covered her mouth.

Ban Yue smiled at Fu Luobei and Hong Jingcheng, although it was only a forced and perfunctory smile, it was much better than the noisy Ban Xin.

Que Ling'er said that she was going to leave, so she asked everyone to pack up without stopping.

Neither Hong Jingcheng nor Fu Luobei had anything to pack, so they sat happily in the hall, waiting for them to pack up and leave together.

Fog has always been uncomfortable, blocking people's sight, and what's even more annoying is that there will always be something scary on the other side of the fog.

But mist always appears, and you have no way to fight against this kind of thing.

Fu Luobei leaned against the table, with his legs crossed on another bench.

Hong Jingcheng stared closely at the stairs with both eyes, and eager light sh_h_è shone from his eyes.

At this moment, a piercing scream came from the second floor.

This kind of scream is not something that humans can make, but an indescribable sound mixed with humans and other things.

There was a rustle, as if there was a sound of insects crawling in the sound.

Fu Luobei and Hong Jingcheng stood up and looked at the room on the second floor with solemn faces.

The sound came from the room where many puppets were hung. After the door was removed, it was never installed.

The two stood up, and from this position, they could see the puppet inside which was constantly swinging—it seemed like a green willow floating with the breeze.

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☆、Chapter 12

There are still black burn marks on the wooden board at the door of the room, spreading from here to the stairs, and the green marks on the edge can still be seen faintly.

The voice became louder and louder, as if walking down the stairs, surrounding Fu Luobei and Hong Jingcheng.

Fu Luobei raised his hand, the palm was open, and some small friction slipped through the fingers.

Hong Jingcheng choked his neck with one hand, while pulling Fu Luobei with the other.

"Little... Xiaobei..."

He was quite normal just now, but suddenly his entire face flushed red, the veins on his forehead protruded, his mouth opened wide, his face turned from red to blue.

Fu Luobei shouted: "What are you doing!"

She yelled into the air.

As she yelled loudly, a circle of air blast appeared from her as the center.

As if a boulder had been thrown into the calm lake, the power emerging from Fu Luobei's body could even flatten the entire Kezhen.

But in fact, only Hong Jingcheng could feel this change, and the whole inn was still very quiet as before.

The people on the street were still walking around noisily, not at all affected by the power just generated from Fu Luobei's body.

It's just that the rustling sound just now disappeared.

Hong Jingcheng still supported his neck with his hands, the feeling of suffocation still seemed to exist here, but in fact he was breathing smoothly.