"You guys are showing off. You stay and I'm leaving!" Xie Fan glared at Yin Ci hatefully and walked in another direction.
"I want to leave here too... Trials are trials, but there's no need to risk my life."
"We have more people anyway, so why should we be afraid of that demon?"
"Then you stay. I will go with Senior Brother Xie." The man asked, "Master Yin, you won't go with us?"
Yin Ci said: "The old man has already said that you can't leave unless you break this grudge. You still insist on leaving. You are a bunch of cowards. I won't go with you."
In the end, half of the hundred disciples left and half stayed.
Jiang Niannian took a few casual glances and found that besides her, Yin Buqi, and Yin Ci, there were two familiar faces left—Tang Murou and Jiang Ziyu.
When someone dies in the town, everyone will spread the news by word of mouth. It's bound to be frightening, but it happens almost every month, so it's nothing new.
This small town is remote, but strangely there are always outsiders passing by. Although people are clearly told not to go out at night, there are always some outsiders who are stupid enough to go out.
It was getting dark and everything was quiet. The mayor led everyone to an inn.
Tang Murou pulled the corner of the clothes of the person next to her and said softly, "Do you smell a bad smell? It seems like something is burnt..."
The burnt smell is not obvious, but it makes you feel choking and uncomfortable when you are not paying attention.
"Don't be afraid, Miss Tang, we will all protect you." The man said, patting his chest.
"Yes, yes, Miss Tang is such a delicate and lovely woman, she should be well protected."
"Thank you, everyone." Tang Murou responded with a smile, which made me feel pity for her.
"It smells really strong." Yin Ci responded, his delicate brows slightly wrinkled. He has always been dignified and self-restrained, but at this moment he looked as depressed as if he had eaten shit.
"All the houses here are like this. When we first came here, many of them were burnt. They were renovated later. This inn is already the best in town. The immortals should stay here for a few days." The old man leaned on his cane, shook his head and warned: "It is best for the immortals not to walk around at night. The monster likes to appear at night."
Everyone had already been assigned to a room, and the shopkeeper and waiter were discussing, "The stranger who came yesterday died in that alley."
"But was it skinned?"
"Do you think this monster has a hobby of collecting human skins? It has been decades, and the method of killing has not changed at all."
Yin Buqi, who was about to go upstairs, frowned slightly when he heard this.
Could it be a skinning demon
"Senior Brother Jiang, you've gone to the wrong place. Our room is over here." Yin Ci waved at Jiang Ziyu.
There were too many people and the rooms in the inn were limited, so we had to share a room with two people.
Jiang Ziyou and Yin Ci were both raised by Wen Shili since they were young. They practiced together and naturally became very close.
Yin Ci asked, "Have you taken your medicine today?"
Jiang Ziyou nodded obediently: "I ate it. Master filled a can for me and told me to take one pill every day. By the way, Master also put a few sets of clothes, a silk quilt, elixirs for healing wounds, dry food, and preserved fruits in my Qiankun bag..."
Yin Ci glanced at his empty Qiankun bag and said nothing.
Jiang Niannian had finished her bath and was lying on the bed with her eyes closed.