Zhao Jian asked: "It's a ghost and a walking corpse, what kind of outrageous things did you do?"
Song Wu quickly denied it, "Don't get me wrong, Immortal Elder, we are all good citizens!"
"Good people don't cause any ghosts." Zhao Jian muttered, but thinking of the hundred taels of gold, he still didn't say anything.
The villagers heard the sound of footsteps and looked forward to it. They saw Song Wu and Yang Ba walking out of the red mist, followed by the disgraced Sui Nong who was being dragged.
"What's going on?" the village head shouted.
At this time, he couldn't care less about being afraid of the village chief. Yang Babai gave him a look and complained, "Don't talk about it. If we hadn't met a fairy to save us, we would be cold now."
The village head hurriedly asked, "Where is the head fairy?"
A chuckle came from the red mist.
Like the breeze blowing slowly, and the spring rain drifting gently, the voice is gentle and moving, soothing and pleasant, just like the sound of a fairy.
Everyone couldn't help but look over there.
The woman walked slowly, leading the green-eyed child.
She has a slender figure, firm skin, a smile on her brows, and her eyes are drunk, as if walking out of a painting.
The villagers' eyes were straightened, and after a while, they all knelt down on the ground and shouted for help from the immortal.
Huai Bai ignored them, bent down to untie the silk and satin for Peiyu, and said softly: "Okay, I'm back."
She held the silk and satin in her hand, and held the child with the other hand, and then looked lightly at the villagers kneeling on the ground.
Song Wuyangba had already experienced the terrifying appearance of this immortal, and wanted to tell the villagers, but he didn't dare to speak, so he moved back a few steps silently.
Huai Bo recognized the village head at a glance.
Among a group of people in coarse cloth and short shirts, he was the only one in a long silk shirt, with greasy hair and white hands without calluses. It seemed that he had never done farm work.
She carefully looked at the little girl next to the village chief, and after a long time, smiled at her.
Found you, protagonist.
Huai Bai's behavior has long fallen into Pei Yu's eyes. The child's eyes were red, his teeth were clenched, and his body trembled slightly.
Master actually looked at others, actually looked at others with such eyes, and that person happened to be Sui Han.
Could it be that she wants to take on apprentices again
Peiyu was so angry that blood dripped from her heart, and she tried her best to suppress her urge to kill. Affected by it, the blood mist immediately thickened, as if the waves were constantly churning.
The villagers huddled together in fright, their knees softened, and they knelt down again.
But the immortal didn't give them a straight look. He just turned around and looked at the child with concern, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Seeing the child with tears in his eyes, Huai Bo couldn't help but respect her in his heart.
This group of villagers didn't even say a word of concern, which is enough to show that they don't care about the child's life or death. But this child went through the bloody mist alone for them, and was so excited that tears came out when the villagers were saved.
So terrible!
At this moment, Zhao Jianyi has already negotiated a price with the village chief with Chi Ling. He waved his hand and said to the villagers: "Don't pray, don't pray, pack up your important things, and I will take you to the next village to take refuge first."
"Xianchang, can't you drive away the blood mist for us?" Suihan asked softly.
Many villagers said in unison: "Yes, yes, we have paid you, why don't you help us dispel the blood mist?"
Zhao Jian frowned, "Why so much nonsense?"
Sui Han walked out, made a deep bow to him, and said slowly: "This fairy elder, first of all, it is my duty to kill demons and demons. If you don't remove the blood mist, we will be homeless; Second, if you accept money from others to do things for others, if you follow moral principles, since you have received money from us, you should resolve this matter for us."
Zhao Jian gave her a blank look, and said angrily, "Just the little money you gave me to drive away the blood mist? Do you think this blood mist is unusual? Three hundred years ago, the blood mist surrounded Jiangcheng. Fold it inside? If you have the ability, you can find a Nascent Soul cultivator to come over."
Peiyu was slightly startled, did the blood mist appear in the world three hundred years ago
"Jian Yi, stop talking," Huai Bo walked forward slowly, looking at Sui Han with a smile, "Little girl, what you said makes sense."
As expected of the protagonist, the king of mouthpieces, strong and invincible.
Sui Han was overjoyed, and said humbly: "Prince Immortal, you..."
Huai Bo raised his hand, stopped what she was about to say, and asked softly: "You just boasted of my generation, could it be that you are also a member of the immortal sect?"
Sui Han raised his lips, with a look of complacency on his face, "I have been regarded as a disciple by the sage Elder Zhuang Zhangli, and I can directly worship under him as long as I pass the trial."
What is Master going to do? Peiyu was very puzzled, since Suihan claimed that he already had a teacher, the master couldn't just compete with Shengrenzhuang for his apprentice.
"Elder Zhang Li," Huai Bai nodded with a smile, "Who is that?"
The smile on Sui Han's face froze.
Of course Huai Bo knew who Zhang Li was. Elder Zhuang Lile, the sage, was the first thigh Suihan met.
"The disciples of Shengrenzhuang have always been high-minded and upright," Huai Bai said with emotion, "Knowing that it can't be done, we will do it. Although thousands of people will go there, how self-sacrificing and selfless dedication!"
Sui Han laughed again.
Huai Bai praised Shengren Zhuang again and again, and finally changed the subject and said: "Since the girl is a disciple of Shengren Zhuang, why not explore the blood mist with me."
Sui Han was stunned, "Huh?"
Huai Bo bowed slightly, "Please stop."
"But I have no cultivation..."
Huai Bai clenched his fists, "Slaying demons and eliminating demons is our unshirkable duty, as long as you have the heart of a saint."
Sui Han's face was blue and white, and after a long time, he clenched his hands tightly, lowered his head and said, "Immortal Elder, don't be joking."
Huai Bai secretly sighed in his heart. If he directly attacked mortals, not to mention the punishment from heaven, it would also provoke a battle between the Gushan and the East China Sea. If Suihan was willing to accompany her into the blood mist, she would be able to use the corpse puppet to get rid of this black heart lotus without anyone noticing.
What a pity.
Zhao Jianyi glanced at Sui Han with disdain, "Such a long-winded talk, without practical matters, is worthy of being a disciple of Shengrenzhuang."
"Hey you people, hurry up and pack your things. This blood mist is getting more and more dangerous. I don't know what will happen. If you want to die, don't drag us down."
This time Sui Han didn't speak any more, and stood quietly in the shadows.
Peiyu sneered in her heart. According to her understanding of Suihan, this person must be very angry. After the blood fog is over, she will spread the message, add fuel and jealousy, and provoke the conflict between Xuanmen and Shengrenzhuang.
After hearing Zhao Jianyi's words, the villagers hurried home. Not long after, a bunch of pigs, dogs and livestock gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The villagers wanted to bring all the pots and pans, and everyone had a lot of things on them.
Pushing and shoving, you step on me and I push you, dogs bite chickens and geese peck people.
It's so lively.
Huai Bai saw a person, his eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked the village chief with a smile, "Who is that? Why are you wearing shackles?"
The village head said in a secretive way: "She is the first son of a bitch in the village. She is insane, so she has to be handcuffed."
After everyone got together, Huai Bo found that there were more than a dozen people wearing chains and shackles, and they were all women. They looked tense, with tears in their eyes and cotton cloths in their mouths, and they were staring at him closely.
"So many people have madness?"