The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

In the blink of an eye two days passed, Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo had already traveled about [-] places, and the cases in hand were almost over, leaving only the last Luohe Village case.

"It was too late to say it, but it was too fast! I saw the Nether Ghost King throwing out the samadhi ghost fire, and slamming it!" The storyteller paused, looked at the bustling guests under the stage, and asked, "Guess what?"

"What's the matter?" A lazy voice answered.

The person who spoke to him was none other than Cheng Mochi, who had been traveling for two days but did not feel tired at all.

The storyteller patted the gavel, and said: "The will-o'-the-wisp instantly stained Ting Yunxian's clothes, and it burned up in the blink of an eye!"

"In just a few moments, all the fine clothes of the Immortal Venerable burned up." The storyteller shook his head, "Tsk tsk tsk, that Chu Shiluo fled in a hurry with a red face, and since then he has changed his mind and never entered a casino again!"

"Oh~" Cheng Mochi picked up a peanut, and looked teasingly at Chu Shiluo who was sitting opposite.

Chu Shiluo's face was indifferent, as if the red-eared and red-faced Immortal Tingyun who fled in a hurry had nothing to do with him.

The peanut in Cheng Mochi's hand was taken away by the little fox, so he took the opportunity to pluck a handful of fluffy and soft fox fur.

The little fox squatted obediently, neither dodging nor dodging.It was eating peanuts peeled by two adults for it, and stared at the storyteller without blinking.

Cheng Mochi withdrew his hand, turned his head to look at the gentleman on the stage, and said with a smile: "Sir, your story is so boring, is there anything new to tell?"

"That's right!" Someone from the audience immediately spoke up.

"I've heard Chu Shiluo's story eight hundred times, why don't you change it?"

The gentleman cleared his throat, and said in a good voice: "Then what do you want to hear?"

Everyone was chattering, unable to come up with a clue.

Cheng Mochi looked up at Chu Shiluo, who only glanced at him, then hugged the little fox into his arms, concentrating on stroking the fox's fur.

Cheng Mochi smiled, then turned to his husband and said, "Sir, why don't you tell me about Luohe Village?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole restaurant was silent for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd booed again.

"That's right, there is really no one alive in the village?"

"Is it the devil's fault?"

"Whisper softly! Don't let that devil find you!"

The restaurant was noisy, the storyteller patted the gavel, stroked his beard and said inscrutably: "If you really want to hear it, then the old man would rather be respectful than obedient."

Cheng Mochi and Chu Shiluo looked at each other.

They just settled down here, and it was a whim to ask the storyteller to talk about Luohe Village. After all, along the way, many people had only a half-knowledge of this matter and couldn't explain why.

This gentleman seems to know some inside information, but whether it is true or not, you need to listen to it to know.

The storyteller said: "Listen up, everyone, the matter in Luohe Village is far from being as simple as everyone knows."

The Luo River is the largest river in the north of the land of China, connecting with the East China Sea.If Luohe City is located on the banks of the Luohe River, then Luohe Village is a small fishing village next to the riverbank.

This small fishing village is closed and closed, and the villagers only rely on fishing for their livelihood. What's more outrageous is that this fishing village has been intermarried for hundreds of years, and there has never been any marriage with other villages.

Such a small village was completely burned down by a will-o'-the-wisp on the night when the magic wind passed through the border, and all 310 people in the village were killed.

When the ghost world heard about this, they sent Wuchang to Qinhun, but Wuchang searched the whole village, but there was no ghost who had never seen it before, and returned to the underworld empty-handed.

Speaking of this, someone interrupted: "It is said that this village is closed, so who found out that they are gone? How did the ghost world hear the news?"

The gentleman waved his hand: "Be safe and don't be impatient, the next thing I will talk about is the reason."

It turned out that when the magic wind passed through the border that day, a group of merchant ships were sailing on the Luo River.

The strong wind broke the mast, and by the way, a merchant ship was blown to Luohe Village.

At that time, there were about a dozen boatmen and merchants on the merchant ship. They were hiding in the cabin. After the ship docked, after an unknown period of time, the magic wind finally stopped.

They walked out of the cabin cautiously, and found that the wind had passed and the sky cleared. Just as they were thinking of going to the village to take a rest, they saw the ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp burning instantly.

Immediately afterwards, there were heart-piercing screams, and the entire village was burned to the ground, leaving only black charred corpses.

"The will-o'-the-wisp was very weird. It seemed to recognize people. It only burned the villagers of Luohe Village. The merchant boatmen were unharmed. But after they fled back to the city, most of them were crazy and stupid, only two or three He is very courageous, but he also had a high fever for several days, and he still hasn't recovered!"

The storyteller shook his head again and again: "Oh, that scene was really cruel!"

Everyone sighed, the little fox didn't know if he understood, he stopped chewing the peanuts in his mouth, and looked at Mr. in a daze.

Cheng Mochi turned the wine glass in his hand, thoughtful.

The certificate sent by the county magistrate did not explain the details of the matter, and what the husband said may not be true.

This case looked suspicious, unlike the previous ones, where the main culprit was caught and it was over.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Chu Shiluo standing up across from him.

Cheng Mochi looked up, but the other party didn't speak, just glanced at him, then turned around and prepared to go upstairs.

He didn't stay long, raised his teacup and drank it down in one gulp, and then followed Chu Shiluo.

The two only needed one room, one reason was that three days later on the Lantern Festival, many outsiders came to Luohe City to watch the Lantern Festival, and the inns and restaurants were all full.

The second reason is that the two of them are too poor.

After entering the room, with a wave of Chu Shiluo's hand, a set of bedding was thrown out of his storage ring.

Cheng Mochi took them skillfully, and spread them on the ground. The little fox immediately ran over and rolled around on them, very happy.

Cheng Mochi is a little funny, he is a majestic demon, he really experienced the warmth and coldness of the world in these two days.

Not to mention sleeping on the bed, but he didn't eat a single meal. The best time he ate was probably the peanuts given by the restaurant just now.

The little fox played happily, and did not give Cheng Mochi a place at all.

Cheng Mochi felt a little helpless, and turned to look at Chu Shiluo.

Chu Shiluo sat on the bed in a Chinese robe, and there was another teacup in his hand, which was filled with water.

For the past two days, Chu Shiluo didn't eat anything, and lived on that glass of water.

The monks in the golden core stage have indeed passed the bigu stage, even if they don't eat for three to five years, they will be fine, but the monks in the Wangchuanmen all eat three meals a day, and they don't stop.

Chu Shiluo was able to resist not eating for these days, which is amazing.

"Master." When Cheng Mochi called Shizun, the ending sound was always very long, the tone was lazy, and it was more teasing than respectful.

Chu Shiluo's eyes are clear, and when he looks at people without emotion, he always feels a little naive.

"I wanted to ask a long time ago." Cheng Mochi walked towards him, "You only drink water every day, don't you want to eat something else?"

Chu Shiluo took a sip of water silently, and replied quietly: "Immortals drink dew."

Cheng Mochi laughed: "Could it be that the master remembered it wrong? How could I remember that it was fairies who drank dew?"

Chu Shiluo paused, and said, "Really?"

Cheng Mochi laughed, and then the corners of his lips cooled, and a drop of clear spring water with spiritual power entered his mouth.

Cheng Mochi: "?"

"Fairy?" Chu Shiluo looked up at him, his tone was still cold and clear, but Cheng Mochi saw a trace of cunning in his eyes.

Cheng Mochi blinked, convinced that he had read correctly, Chu Shiluo was indeed... teasing him.

Without giving him a chance to continue pondering, Chu Shiluo said, "This case is very strange, rest early today, and tomorrow we will go to the village to investigate."

Before the words fell, there was a rush of footsteps in the corridor outside the house, which was a bit messy.

The two people in the room looked at the door at the same time, and the next moment, the door was pushed open with a "bang" from the outside.