Our leader can't be so funny

After eating breakfast, Ye Fuyi continued to stay in the inn to adjust his breath and heal his wounds, while Feng Ling went out to buy medicine.During the daytime, the town is bustling and bustling with hawkers, which makes it impossible to think of a ghost town that is as quiet as a tomb at night.

Feng Ling walked through the crowd holding the Fengming Sword tightly, and found that everyone was looking at him furtively.

There are very few outsiders in the small town, and even fewer outsiders after the haunting happened. It is no wonder that they look at themselves with strange eyes. Feng Ling took no surprise, went into a medical clinic, and bought what she wanted. Yao, looked up and suddenly saw a person walking through the crowd.

It was a woman in white gauze, holding a white silk umbrella in her hand, her waist-length black hair hanging down, coupled with her pale complexion, she was eerily beautiful, as if she had just come from hell. The flamboyant ghost who escaped.

The people in the town were all looking at her, but she didn't realize it.

Feng Ling hurried back to the medical hall, hiding her figure.

She was the leading female killer that day.

Feng Ling frowned slightly, how did she come here?Judging from this posture, it seems that Rashomon has no intention of letting them go.

Ye Fuyi!

Feng Ling was secretly startled, and when the woman walked by, she hurried out of the medical hall and ran all the way back to the inn.Just after returning to the room, Ye Fuyi, who was sitting on the bed, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, lost all strength, and fell limply on the bed.

"Fuyi!" Feng Ling's eyes were about to split, and she hurried over to hug him in her arms, and used an internal force to adjust his breathing, only to find that Ye Fuyi's body was filled with true energy.

"Really, why are you so impatient." Feng Ling murmured, looking down at Ye Fuyi, and raised her hand to wipe away the blood on his lips.

He planned to go downstairs to ask for a basin of hot water, but as soon as he went out, he saw the leading woman walking in from outside the inn. Feng Ling immediately took back her steps, went back to the inn, and looked at Ye Fuyi with a frown.

... that's all.Feng Ling sighed, raised her hand to seal the big holes on Ye Fuyi's body, took off his outer robe and put it on herself, and then put her own robe on Ye Fuyi's body.

He looked around with Ye Fuyi in his arms, and finally fixed his gaze on the wooden cabinet in the house, opened the cabinet door, and gently put Ye Fuyi into the cabinet.

Feng Ling kissed him on the forehead, and said in a low voice: "Be patient for a while, and I will take you away after I kill that female killer."

That woman's illusion is extremely powerful, and if she is not careful, she will control her mind. Besides, Feng Ling is also injured, so she can't fight head-on, it seems that she can only attack by surprise.

Feng Ling's eyes were slightly cold, she closed the cabinet door, turned around, went to the bed and lay down, hid the Fengming sword she carried under the quilt, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

After a while, there were footsteps coming from outside the house, and then the young man said: "Two guests came yesterday, I wonder who are you looking for, miss?"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, the door was shaken open, and the young man was shocked: "Girl, you—"

"Is this the room they live in?" The woman had already entered the room while speaking.

"Yes... yes..." The boy lost his mind slightly, "As you said, one of the young men in white clothes was seriously injured."

"You can back down." The woman said lightly.

She stood not far from the bed, staring closely at the man in white lying on the bed with his back to her.At the same time, Feng Ling gripped the sword tightly.

After a while, there was the sound of whimpering flute floating from the sky, the sound was thin and long, intermittent, and could not be heard clearly, the woman suddenly murmured: "Master?"

He turned around and ran out of the house.

Feng Ling was surprised.

Before he could finish being surprised, he suddenly heard two clicks, something was tightly bound around his waist, the bed board turned over, and with a bang, Feng Ling fell into the darkness.

A moment later, Feng Ling raised her eyes in a daze, and found that there was darkness in front of her eyes, and a strange fragrance wafted from her nose.

Feng Ling immediately collapsed to the ground, closed her eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

After a while, hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Ling guessed that this should be a secret passage, there is actually a secret passage hidden under the bed, that inn is clearly a black shop!

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and I could feel the swaying of the fire through my eyelids, and then I heard a rough voice saying: "Sure enough, I have sent people here, this Zheng'er is really considerate."

"Okay, don't say any more, take the person back quickly." Another shrill voice said.

Feng Ling held her breath and concentrated, and let them untie herself from the wooden plank, put iron chains on her ankles and wrists, and carry her away.I don't know how long they walked, the two stopped suddenly, and then there was a commotion and the sound of the wooden door being opened, and the rough voice before said: "He will be your companion from now on, work hard, don't make trouble !"

With a bang, Feng Ling was thrown to the ground.The wooden door was locked again, and a group of people surrounded him. Feng Ling pretended to just wake up, and opened his eyes in a daze.

Feng Ling sat up with her elbows propped up, and looked towards the door, only to realize that she was in a prison cell. The two people who had carried her in just now were standing outside the cell and looking at her with half-smiles.

One is tall and thin, and the other is short and fat.

"Little guy, I didn't expect you to wake up so fast." The fat man said.

It turned out that he was the owner of the thick voice, so the thin man was the owner of the thin voice.Feng Ling looked at the two of them calmly, and then turned to look at everyone who was imprisoned like him.

Everyone was also looking at him, and saw that each of them was unkempt, their cheeks were deeply sunken, and they were skinny, probably due to long-term lack of food.

"Okay, don't look at it, let's go." The thin man poked the short man's arm.

After the two left, everyone went back to the corner to do their own things.

Feng Ling sat aside and looked at them, secretly guessing in her heart.Suddenly, a voice rang in my ear: "Since you're here, don't think too much about it."

Feng Ling turned her head and saw a young man sitting beside her. Although the man was thin and dirty, his eyes were shining, and he looked very extraordinary.

"Hey, you must have been plotted against by that black shop." The man said again.

"You..." Feng Ling hesitated.

"To tell you the truth, I am too." The man took his hesitation as an admission, "Oh, it's my fault that I was too careless at the time. Hello, my name is Yan Jing, a disciple of the Lingshan Sect. Looking at the appearance of Xiongtai, it seems I'm also from Jianghu, so I don't know the name of my brother Gao?"

"Ye Lingfeng." Feng Ling said, looking at him, "There is no family, no sect."

Yan Jingxiao: "You just came here, maybe you don't know much about this place. People here are all captured. There are people from the rivers and lakes like you and me, and there are also ordinary people who were captured from all over the world. There is nothing special about it, just young people. Great strength. As for me, I was drugged by them at the time, and my internal strength was sealed. I can do some work, but it is a bit difficult to escape from here. Do you still have your martial arts?"

Feng Ling shook her head.

Yan Jing sighed: "That's right, if the martial arts are still there, how could they be brought here?"

"how long have you been here?"

"Soon, it's only two months." Yan Jing smiled wryly, "Aren't I a little bit inhuman..."

Feng Ling patted him on the shoulder to show comfort.

Soon it was time for dinner. Everyone had a plate of pickled vegetables and two steamed buns. Seeing that Feng Ling was not moving, Yan Jing brought them over for him, and said in a low voice, "Brother Ye, don't be disgusted. You just came. I don’t know, some of them are good enough to eat, eat some, if you don’t eat, you won’t have the strength to work.”

Feng Ling took a steamed bun and squeezed it in his hands. It was dry and cold, and he couldn't eat it at all. Fortunately, he had a full meal when he came down, so he is not hungry now.

He handed the steamed buns to Yan Jing again, and said in a low voice, "Eat it, I'm not hungry yet."

Yan Jing hesitated for a moment, seeing that he really didn't intend to eat, he quickly took a steamed bun and began to chew it.

"You just said work, what do you usually do?" Feng Ling asked again.

"Carrying the coffin." Yan Jing wiped his mouth, "That coffin is really heavy, I'm afraid it's not as simple as pretending to be a dead person, who would die every day without incident."

Feng Ling suddenly remembered what he saw with Ye Fuyi that night, it seemed that he didn't want to take care of it, but was inadvertently involved in a conspiracy again.

Fortunately, there is Ye Fuyi's anti-drug pill, so the martial arts are still there, but he doesn't know where he is at the moment, so he shouldn't act rashly.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Jing patted him on the shoulder.

"It's nothing." Feng Ling regained consciousness and asked, "Do you have to work every day?"

Yan Jing shook his head: "That's not the case, once a few days."

"Where do you usually carry the coffin?"

"The mass grave outside the town, let us come back after we were carried there."

Feng Ling was silent, and her doubts were even worse.

At night, a masked man came to urge them to get up and work. Judging from their walking gait, they all knew some kung fu, but they were not masters.

Everyone was forced to put on a set of plain white clothes. Afterwards, Feng Ling followed them out of the cell, looked all the way, and was whipped by the guard's attention, and sternly warned: "Be honest."

Feng Ling withdrew her gaze and stopped looking around, walked along the long passage to the end, turned a corner, and suddenly saw a bright light.It turns out that this is an underground city, and there is a faint sound of ding ding in my ears, like... the sound of iron forging?

Feng Ling's thoughts moved slightly.

In a blink of an eye, it turned into a long passage. Torches were lit on both sides of the passage, and the firelight kept jumping, reflecting the road half dark and half bright. At the end of the road was a huge iron gate. After the iron gate was opened, the faint moonlight It spilled in.

Feng Ling and Yan Jing walked out, only to find that there was a huge courtyard outside the exit, surrounded by white walls and green tiles, but no lights were lit, making the huge house look gloomy.

There were two huge black coffins in the yard, exuding a cold and strange atmosphere in the dark night.The breeze blows, blowing the paper money into the air.

"Work quickly, don't be lazy!" Someone slammed a whip and sternly reprimanded him.

Feng Ling and Yan Jing looked at each other, walked to the front, bent over and lifted the coffin.

It was only with this lift that Feng Ling realized what Yan Jing said about Shen.He has martial arts, but it's okay, but Yan Jing and the others were suddenly shortened and almost collapsed.

Everyone knew the viciousness of the manager, so they had to grit their teeth and hold on.

"Let's go—" the steward yelled, and two people stepped forward to open the courtyard door. Feng Ling and the others carried the coffin and walked out of the courtyard without a sound.

After walking out of the yard, I found that it was still in that small town, with the doors and windows of every household closed tightly, not a single candle was left, and the long street was so quiet that no human voice could be heard.

When passing by the inn, Feng Ling couldn't help but look up at the room they lived in, thinking, she didn't know if Ye Fuyi woke up.

The ghost paper danced wildly all over the sky, and a little ghost fire danced in the vast night. Soon he left the town and came to the mass grave in the legend of the evil ghost.