Long Aotian's apprentice always pretends to be weak

After Chu Huan finished simply tidying up, it was already morning outside the door.

A few people in Changle were standing outside the door waiting, when they saw Chu Huan coming out of the door, they walked over.

Chu Huan's lips were still a little pale, and Chang Le felt a little worried in connection with the blood stained all over when he just came back.

"Little uncle, what happened just now?" Chang Le walked to Chu Huan's side, pulled him to the side of the stone table and asked.

After a long time last night, they realized that Chang Zhuo was missing. When they wanted to find him, they saw the words Chang Zhuo left when he went out, so they waited in the yard all the time.

"The bodies of the villagers I saw yesterday were all manipulated, and this village was able to survive in the Ruohe Secret Realm because of the formation." Chu Huan explained.

"So that's how it is." Chang Le frowned delicately, and looked at Chu Huan worriedly with his chin in his hand and asked, "How about the little uncle's injury?"

Chu Huan pursed his lips lightly and said, "It's not a serious injury."

"That's fine."

Chang Le breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Last night, not long after the little master went out, an ordinary dog ​​in the yard next door suddenly went berserk. It took a lot of effort to kill it."

"It should have something to do with the manipulation that Master Cai said just now." Chang Ling listened to the two of them talking, so he came over and sat beside Chang Le.

On weekdays, most of the disciples are in awe of Master Xiuchen, who is not gentle when he looks at him. They hide as much as they can, and the same is true for Chang Ling.

But she and Changle have always been friends,? Seeing Chu Huan's attitude towards Changle, she no longer hides like before.

"Yeah." Chu Huan nodded, then paused for a moment and said: "Although there is no threat now, it's better to leave here earlier."

Those who came to the secret realm wanted to obtain some treasures or to open their eyes, but they were delayed for a day in this village.

Chu Huan was naturally satisfied. After all, he found information about the ghost clan, which was a surprise.But some of the materials he needed to break through the realm of incarnation were difficult to find a second copy.

If it is too late at that time and someone else takes it away, it will be very difficult to find another one at that time.

"Then when are we going to leave?" Chang Le was a little excited when she heard that she was going to leave. This village was far from the Ruohe secret place she had imagined, and the scenery was not beautiful at all.

"Now?"

"it is good!"

After saying that, Chu Huan got up and glanced at the people around him. They were all there, but Xiao Zhuo was the only one missing.

Chang Le guessed what Chu Huan meant, and asked, "Is the junior uncle looking for the younger brother?"

After finishing speaking, she pointed to the room in the distance and said: "After the little uncle went to heal his wounds, the younger brother seems to have entered that room."

Chu Huan turned around and took a look and said, "Then wait for him for a while."

Xiao Zhuo also suffered some injuries just now, he should be healing now.

......

Xiao Zhuo in the room was healing his wounds just as he expected.

The place where the ghost was bitten when it fell from the eaves was still a little black, and the wound was too hideous to bear to look at, but fortunately, it didn't hurt any vital parts.

Chu Huan waited in the yard for a long time but still did not see Xiao Zhuo coming out.

Some doubts arose in his heart, he thought that Xiao Zhuo was not seriously injured, why did he not come out after spending so long?

Thinking of this, Chu Huan stood up and walked over.

The door was not closed, and he pushed it open as he approached.

The boy sitting on the chair paused when he heard the voice, and there was still a piece of white tape in his mouth. It was his arm that was injured, and he had only one hand to bandage the wound. It was very laborious, so he simply opened his mouth.

"Master...?"

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