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When the dust settled, the group was already exhausted when they returned to the inn.

After some tossing, the sun had already risen, but it was covered by layers of dark clouds, and it seemed that it was about to rain again.

Jian Suyu frowned, staring at Wen Wu vigilantly, while Wen Wu walked in front with a sword in his hand, looking in Xie Yan's direction from time to time, with a meaningful smile occasionally on his delicate face.

Pu Xinjiu seemed to have done something wrong, and with his dark purple robe that was unique to Du Yunhai that day, he followed behind Liu Gudeng, who had an ugly complexion, dejectedly, like an eggplant that had been weathered by wind and frost.

No one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely dull.

"What's the matter with you? Just ran out of the mass grave?" As soon as he stepped into the door, Yue Dusk greeted him, looking at the disfigured and disheveled people strangely, "When I woke up, you were all gone. "

"Pa——" Liu Gudeng raised his hand suddenly, and slapped Pu Xinjiu in the face, as if he had endured it for a long time, "What's wrong? You ask him! Back then when he was in doubt about his life or death on the shallows, Ming Hong shouldn't have let him Bring him back!" He almost used ten percent of his strength, the sound of this slap was surprisingly loud, Jian Suyu took a closer look, and saw that one side of Pu Xinjiu's cheek was already swollen.

Xie Yan hurriedly stepped forward to grab someone who ran away violently, received a few hand knives on his shoulder, and suppressed the smell from his mouth: "Calm down!"

"Liu Gudeng, what are you crazy about?! Emotions are disabled, and you are not the one who healed!" Yue Dusk scolded, holding the umbrella in his right hand, blocking Liu Gudeng's raised fist.

A Taoist disciple with a good talent and a bright future suddenly becomes a ghost cultivator, not just an ordinary ghost cultivator. It doesn't look good for any orthodox sect.What's more, in the sea of ​​clouds, the capital of heaven, which has always been strictly disciplined, it's not only unsightly, it's like being slapped several times alive, it's a big embarrassment.

Pu Xinjiu, who was guarded behind Yue Duo, covered his cheek with five fingerprints on it, and didn't make any excuses, didn't say a word, and looked away.

"Only by suffering all the eyes of the world for three lives, seeing all the warmth and coldness of the world, and dying with extreme pain and willingness in every life, is it possible to gather the resentment of the third life and become the ghost king who leads all ghosts." Wen Wu watched coldly, and said quietly, "As long as he speaks, countless little ghosts will obey the order, suck up the spiritual energy in your body, and be torn apart by all ghosts to eat and die. You actually beat him."

"Ghost King?" Jian Suyu raised her eyes and subconsciously clenched Xiao Lian in her hand.

Hearing this, Liu Gudeng was so angry that his lungs would explode, he roared: "Whatever ghost king is it? on the chin.

"Liu Gudeng!" Yue Dusk gave him a hasty look.

Pu Xinjiu was punched so hard that his eyes stared, he turned his head, his bundled hair was disheveled, coughed violently and then spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Gu Deng, won't you listen to his explanation?" Xie Yan hurriedly squatted down and lifted Pu Xinjiu's hair covering the wound. In the blink of an eye, a golden light flashed in front of him and disappeared into Pu Xinjiu's collar.

Liu Gudeng withdrew his hands, snorted coldly, and turned his head away.

"So it's on you—" Wen Wu's fingertips fainted with spiritual power, and he heard a gust of knife wind whizzing past, cutting Pu Xinjiu's collar straight.

A golden pendant leaked out, oval in shape and radiant in color—obviously nothing extraordinary.

Instantly attracted everyone's attention.

"What is this?" Xie Yan asked.

Wen Wu made a gesture to snatch it, but was blocked by Jian Suyu's sword. He was not annoyed, and smiled at Liu Gudeng playfully: "You are really not simple."

"I don't know what this is." Seeing that everyone was waiting for him to finish, Pu Xinjiu coughed a few times and recovered his breath, turned to Liu Gudeng seriously, and said with difficulty, "Brother, trust me, I—— passed the Heavenly Capital Yunhai’s entry-level trial has never practiced any evil ways of cultivation in private, really.”

"When my mother was still alive, I heard from her that there was a person who loved talking about foxes and ghosts in the ancestors of the Pu family. He wrote stories about being with ghosts all day long. I heard that on the day he died of illness, he met a dog eating the sun , the whole city heard the shrill sound of thousands of ghosts crying together."

"Since then, people in the Pu family have been able to see things that others cannot see from time to time, and I have it too. I have been wearing this piece of jade since I was born, but no one has ever told me what it is and what it is for. of."

"If I'm not telling the truth, I'll be struck by thunder."

"Eldest brother, I—I really don't know anything, even for Minghong's sake, I wouldn't touch those forbidden techniques."

The expression on Liu Gudeng's face eased a lot, but he didn't speak.

Looking at his expression, Yue Duo found a few bottles from her own medicine and carefully applied it on Pu Xinjiu's face: "Every morning and evening."

"Okay." Xie Yan observed everyone's faces and tried to smooth things over, "Let's take it with a normal mind. Taoist cultivators may not have bad intentions, and demons and ghosts may not have good intentions. What about the ghost king? New wine didn't kill people and set fires for money. Killing. I heard from my master that some ghost cultivators can ascend to immortality in the end, it’s just the same goal by different routes.”

Jian Suyu shook her head disapprovingly: "Worry in the bud before it's too late."

"Eh? Brother!" Xie Yan hastily winked at him anxiously and cut off his next words.

Disturbed by his winking, Jian Suyu really forgot what she wanted to say, and quietly closed her mouth.

"Guest officer, why are you all standing at the door?" Suddenly the voice of the waiter came over.

Wen Wu leaned against the door, admiring their terrified expressions leisurely.

"Aren't you—" Dead?Liu Gudeng swallowed back the words at the right time, his complexion was ugly as if he swallowed a fly.On his clothes there were still blood stains from the shop waiter hitting the city wall with his head, and he clearly remembered that the people at that time had lost their heartbeat and breathing due to excessive blood loss.

The waiter with a thick bandage on his head had a ruddy complexion, and there was nothing abnormal about yesterday, he scratched his head embarrassingly: "Let all the guests see a joke, the little one accidentally fell off the bed while sleeping yesterday, Knocked head on the foot of the bed—hey, that's it."

"I have some wound medicine here, brother, you can use it first." Yue Dusk didn't know anything, and kindly handed the medicine bottle to the waiter, who thanked him repeatedly.

As a result, a person who witnessed a death with his own eyes stood alive in front of you and smiled at you alive.

Everyone just felt a chill behind them.

Wen Wu suddenly raised his long sword and walked out. He turned his head and nodded at Xie Yan: "Xie Yan, remember what I said."

"?" Xie Yan, who was named, was at a loss.

——What did Wen Wu say?

Moon Dusk looked at the back of the crow-blue figure going away, and asked, "What did this mysterious Taoist priest say?"

Please, I want to know too, okay?Xie Yan received the baptism of everyone's eyes, and said helplessly: "I don't know, I don't understand. He seemed to say that this is a dead city, that there are firecrackers here every day, and that I can't save anyone at all——and mentioned Once we set foot in this city, we die..."

"This—what's all this mess?" Liu Gudeng looked bewildered.

"Second brother." Jian Suyu suddenly stopped the shop waiter who was limping out holding a pot of hot tea, "Does your leg still hurt?"

The shop waiter who was stopped was smiling, and gasped because of the wound on his forehead: "Thank you, Daoist Wen, for giving me the medicine. It's much better. Now I can carry two buckets of water upstairs for the guests, and it won't hurt anymore."

"This familiar answer..." Yue Dusk was dumbfounded.

"I seem to understand the meaning of Wen Wu!" With the weird answer in front of him and Wen Wu's inexplicable words, Xie Yan had a flash of inspiration, "The reason why this city is called the city that has not been invaded by time is because the people in the city seem to be They are repeating the life of a certain day, every day and every year, as if the years have never left a trace here."

Yue Dusk stared at the crowd with different expressions, and said: "I fell asleep last night, did I miss something?"

"I missed the secret of this city." Liu Gudeng raised his cheeks, stared thoughtfully at the waiter who was concentrating on his abacus, and lowered his voice, "So the waiter who lost too much blood last night came back to life and returned to the inn. Right?"

"Today is a brand new day." Jian Suyu realized it, and turned her head to observe the rainy day, "Except for the day we entered the city, the following days have been repeating a certain day."

Pu Xinjiu also interjected: "So, if there are no accidents, there will be fire from the sky later, and then all the walking corpses in the city will collectively jump into the moat to commit suicide, right?"

Yue Dusk listened to their words silently, and seemed to understand the ins and outs: "Then what should we do? Listening to Daoist Wen's meaning, it seems that we are not to act rashly."

"Then don't act rashly." Liu Gudeng patted the table and said affirmatively, "Wen Wuxiu is unfathomable, we may not be able to find his trace. If you guessed correctly, he is now the chief culprit of all this there."

Xie Yan nodded: "If Wen Wu is right, everyone in the city is indeed dead, and now the whole city is like a huge formation, anyway, they will return to normal the next day. Then we really don't need to Vain."

"It's so strange." Pu Xinjiu murmured, "Why would someone create such a formation? Living is not considered alive, and death is not considered dead."

Wen Wu said that there are dragons in Sanjiang City... Xie Yan suddenly remembered.

"When I went out in the morning, I just felt that Wen Wushen's skills were weird, and I couldn't find anything..." Jian Suyu thought about Pu Xinjiu's words for a moment, and seemed to come up with something, but she still couldn't grasp the fleeting inspiration: "This formation seems to... turn the whole city into a living purgatory?"

In the evening, when the ancient and familiar sound of the dragon's chant sounded again in the city, they knew they had guessed correctly.