The ally leader's stand-in is gone

After the man left, there were only the three of them left in the not-so-spacious wing room, and the only window was open. There was no moon tonight, and only dark clouds were left outside.

A wind lifted the veil and came over the window, the candle on the table jumped suddenly, Wen Shiqi regained his composure, shook his head and denied, "It can't be my sister."

Lin Zhouyue echoed: "It should be just a coincidence."

It was also rare for Fang Yan to comfort Wen Shiqi: "If it was Wen Jiansheng, then Mo Ling City would have no more people left."

This is very practical.

With Wen Jiansheng's cultivation base, if he wants to do something bad, there are not many people in the world who can stop it.

Fang Yan: "Go to that old beggar first."

Although the buddies reminded them not to go out after dark, but a Mahayana leader of the Immortal League, a half-step distracted Immortal Qingji, and a middle-out-of-body Wen Dachang, even if there were evil spirits, they would avoid the three gods of death. Let's go, there is no reason why they have to hide and wait until dawn to dispatch.

Probably because of the cannibalism, there were very few pedestrians on the road after dark, and only the colorful lanterns on the side of the street barely illuminated the road under the feet, making the not-so-busy Moling City even more deserted.

Lin Zhouyue walked between Fang Yan and Wen Shiqi, making guesses based on the existing information in her mind, but there were too few clues to make a connection.

In any case, it's better for Wen Jiansheng not to have any accidents.

The more the three of them walked, the more desolate the surrounding area became. Gradually, they could no longer see any neat buildings. Fortunately, the buddy gave enough information, which allowed them to find the simple courtyard.

It is more accurate to say that it is a yard, but it is more accurate to say that it is a random plot of land.

Blocks of stone and earth surrounded the city wall on three sides with ease, and a few bundles of straw were randomly piled up to form a roof. The most valuable thing was the plaque inserted in the ground next to it, which read "Omniscient". Yue took a closer look and found that it was still a piece of locust tree.

Wen Shiqi raised his hand to knock on the door made of tree branches, but before he could touch it, a strong wind came from somewhere, and the door was blown to the ground.

Wen Shishi was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Lin Zhouyue: "Do you need to pay for this?"

Lin Zhouyue usually went down the mountain to kill evil spirits, and then left. Fang Yan sent someone to accompany him every time to solve trivial matters for him.

On the other hand, Fang Yan, who seemed pampered, entered the house ahead of him despite the unpleasant smell.

The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. Fang Yan took out a luminous pearl from the storage bag and threw it in the air. An old man in rags was slowly sitting up.

Wen Shiqi: "May I take the liberty to disturb you at this time, I don't know how to address it?"

After a few breaths, the old beggar's eyes emerged from the folds, and he slowly moved his body to the low table in the center—a few stones and a damaged oil-paper umbrella were piled up to sit on the raised edge, and his voice dragged Slow and long: "Whatever you want to ask, just ask, I'm still going to sleep."

Wen Shiqi immediately sat down opposite the old beggar: "We want to find someone."

The old beggar sneered, showing half of his broken teeth: "It is rumored that there are witches stationed in Moling City, and the witches are good at divination and Gu. Most of the outsiders who come to Moling City are idiots looking for traces. Well, did your daughter-in-law run away with another man, or did the girl you like hide somewhere?"

"...I'm looking for my sister." Wen Shiqi gritted his back molars to resist the impulse, "She's about this tall, she's a very sassy and beautiful female cultivator, and she probably came to Moling City this month."

Old beggar: "Is there a portrait?"

Wen Shiqi: "Yes, yes, yes." He found a portrait from the storage bag and handed it to the old beggar.

Lin Zhouyue didn't see Seventeen painting on the spot, so she took a suspicious look and said, "You carry your sister's portrait with you?"

Wen Shishi: "It's not important!"

The old beggar stroked his black beard that hung down to his chest, and said in a hoarse voice, "She came to me to inquire about the news."

Wen Shiqi: "What did she inquire about?"

Old beggar: "Ask the origins of the extra monks in the city."

Fang Yan, who had been silent all this time, raised his eyelids lazily when he heard the words: "And then?"

The old beggar: "I grew up in Moling City since I was a child, so I am a little older than others, and I know most of the things in the city. As for those monks from outside, I only know that they are from Shandizhou. She heard When you're done, pay and leave."

Fang Yan: "That's all?"

Old beggar: "That's all."

Fang Yan: "How much do you know about Xie Chong?"

Old beggar: "I only know that this evil spirit appears at night and only takes young and beautiful girls. If you want to catch it, in the dead of night, you can try to find a little girl who has not left the cabinet as bait."

Good look at the continent?

That place must be one hundred and eight thousand miles away from Mo Ling City.

Lin Zhouyue and Wen Shiqi exchanged glances, and the latter asked, "Then when did she come to you?"

Old beggar: "The third day of this month."

Fang Yan patted Wen Shiqi on the shoulder: "Pay the money, and go touch Xie Chong later at night."

Probably because there was too little information, Wen Shiqi stood up reluctantly, took out a piece of spirit stone from the storage bag, and was about to hand it to the old beggar, when he suddenly stepped back, the tree that had just been blown to the ground by the wind The branch pierced through the air, pierced through the old beggar's shoulder with a "whoosh," and nailed him into the strongest city wall.

The spiritual power of Fang Yan's fingertips has not yet been exhausted, and a tiny bit of warm-colored firefly is more eye-catching than the night pearl that illuminates the entire dilapidated thatched cottage.

The old beggar screamed and twisted his body and tried to get off the wall, but the branch, which was so fragile that it would break if it was broken, was like iron, no matter how hard it was, it didn't even tremble.

After saving himself to no avail, the old beggar said angrily to Fang Yan, "What are you doing!"

Lin Zhouyue raised her hand and shook it in the void, and a thin line of lightning struck the old beggar's cap. In the blink of an eye, the old beggar's face fell off one after another like molten mud, revealing a bloody face.

It is rumored that some people who practice disguise will destroy their own face first, and then use special materials to pour a new one every time they want to pretend to be someone. There is no spiritual power involved in the process, so it is extremely difficult to be discovered.

Lin Zhouyue: "Where's the old beggar?"

"I'm an old beggar!" The real voice sounded like a young man.

The young man retorted subconsciously, remembering that the mask had come off, and remedied it, "The world of cultivation is dangerous, did I offend you monks by just pretending?"

Wen Shiqi: "You are pretending to be a fart! You have never met my sister, and you are not an old beggar at all!"

Lin Zhouyue put her hands behind her back and let Wen Shiqi scold the middle-aged man there.

If they hadn't noticed it at the beginning, they would have discovered it was wrong when the old beggar said he wanted them to use the girls in the city as bait.

If a person who grew up in Moling City regards life in the city so lightly, he would not be able to get along.

Furthermore, when Fang Yan asked, the middle-aged man only said that Wen Jiansheng came to inquire about foreign monks, and tried to lure them to Shandizhou, which was too obvious to drive them away.

Middle-aged man: "Why do you say that, which faction do you belong to? If you wronged a good person, I will go to your head to ask for an explanation!"

Wen Shiqi: "My family is listening to me now, please ask for a beating. My sister knows that there are evil spirits harming girls in this city, and it is impossible not to help, but you deliberately don't mention it. You are with that evil spirit! "

The middle-aged man made a slip of the tongue for a moment, then continued to argue: "I'm just pretending to be an old beggar to cheat some money, I can hand over the money, but I can't bear the crime of being with the evil gang, don't even think about putting all the shit on me !"

Lin Zhouyue closed her eyes.

One scolded fart, and the other scolded shit pot.

Disgraceful.

Fang Yan said leisurely: "Maybe we are not in the same group as Xie Chong, but we cannot escape the relationship with the foreign monks."

The hand of the middle-aged man who secretly pulled out the branch could not help but stop.

"Most of the people who come to Moling City are idiots who want to find the Wu Clan to fulfill their wishes. When you see the portrait, you say that she is investigating foreign monks. It shows that you know who she is."

Fang Yan walked around the mess on the ground, and every movement was always calm and dignified, as if he was not in a dilapidated thatched cottage, but in the majestic Yuanqing Hall of the Immortal League.

"You acquiesce that Wen Jiansheng came here to investigate foreign monks, and you pretend to be an old beggar here to deceive people with confidence, and you are not afraid of her killing the carbine... because you think she will not come back."

Lin Zhouyue didn't think so deeply, she just felt a chill down her spine when she heard Fang Yan's words.

Wen Shiqi became even more impatient: "You know where she went, don't you?"

The middle-aged man ignored Wen Shiqi, and only looked at Fang Yan gloomily. A strand of thatch hanging in front of him blocked the light of the night pearl, and most of his terrifying and disgusting face was plunged into the darkness, making it even more sinister. terrible.

He Fang Yan said: "Wen Jiansheng is dead."

Lin Zhouyue held You Hong in his hand, Wen Shiqi, who was about to kill a middle-aged man to vent his anger at any time: "Don't be impulsive, your sister's soul lamp is still on, he is provoking you."

The middle-aged man's eyes fell on Lin Zhouyue: "Immortal Qingji... I never thought you would survive. But you have such good luck, others may not."

Lin Zhouyue asked tentatively, "Dashenmen?"

Middle-aged man: "Immortal Qingji can guess."

Lin Zhouyue looked at Fang Yan.

Didn't Wen Jiansheng come to find an old friend? Why did Dashenmen get involved?

Fang Yan was not too surprised: "You are the only ones who are still jumping around in the cultivation world."

Middle-aged man: "Isn't leader Fang still alive?"

Fang Yan didn't respond to this obvious provocation, and changed the subject again: "Where is Wen Jiansheng?"

Middle-aged man: "How can a idiot like me know about Qianfeng Yuanjun... Ah!"

The flame ignited from between the eyebrows of the middle-aged man, and burned all over his body with lightning speed. The strange thing is that the middle-aged man's clothes and the thatch above his head were not stained with any sparks.

That is Fang Yan's divine fire, which is not as good as the flesh//body, but directly burns the soul, making people unable to seek death if they want to live.

The middle-aged man quickly cried out in pain: "Fang Yan, you are despicable!"

Fang Yan had enough time to calm down: "My patience is limited, so I ask again, where is Wen Jiansheng?"

The sinister eyes of the middle-aged man became full of resentment: "She's dead!"

"Fang Yan! Your relatives, lover, and friends will all die because of you! Lin Zhouyue was just an accident. From now on, they will all die!"

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!