The fan's hand kept twisting under his sleeve.
But she didn't dare to show it, her body still stood up straight.
The thin dress fluttered in the strong wind, fluttering like a fairy, graceful and affectionate.
She got the body of the painting fan from a Qinglou oiran in Shangzhou. The oiran was eighteen years old, and Pingting was curled up, but she contracted a sudden illness and was about to die. She happened to be caught by the painting fan. Fan requisitioned the other party's body without any explanation, regardless of whether the Hua Kui could be rescued or not. She is a fox spirit, without the shackles of benevolence and morality, and does not need to worry about the so-called conscience of human beings.
This body really brought her great pleasure. Almost everywhere she went, it could attract the attention of countless people. Even a scoundrel with bad intentions, she was proud of her painting fan, because she liked this kind of thing. The feeling of being watched and sought after, beauty is a natural weapon, and it is more effective for fox spirits.
But now she doesn't think so.
For the first time, she wished to go back to before she got this body, before she cooperated with that person.
"Are you scared?" A voice suddenly sounded from the side.
The painting fan suppressed the instinct of chattering teeth and forced a smile.
"No, it's cold... It's too cold today!"
Even she thought it was false.
It's not bad to be cold and freezing, but when it comes to a fox spirit like her, a little bit of cold wind will not make her shiver from the cold.
She just subconsciously regretted her fear and didn't want to take half a step closer to the person beside her.
The other party laughed lightly, with infinite coldness, which made the painting fan shudder again.
"Young Master..." She thought for a while, but couldn't help but say, "Is there any room for manoeuvre in the plan I mentioned earlier? There are a lot of people in Hongluo Town, as long as you say, I will act immediately and take care of them. There are no dead bodies, our fox clan only has dozens of people, can you let us go?"
"Draw a fan."
This person's tone was very gentle, like an elder talking to a younger one, but the fan of painting immediately fell silent.
Not long ago, the desperate fox spirit met this person, and the other party claimed that he could help them find suitable human skins, and then give them the inner alchemy to improve their cultivation. There is no need to hide in Tibet, and Tibetan phoenix sleeps in the open.
This was a great temptation, and Huafan agreed without even thinking. She brought dozens of her fellow clansmen to join him, calling him Young Master. According to his plan, they joined forces with Dream Demon and traveled around Hongluo Town. For the sake of chaos, they only need to wait until the situation becomes unmanageable, and then put everything on one person, and they can retire, take the remaining half of the inner core, and happily return to their hometown to cultivate.
But now, things are deviating from the original direction.
Originally, someone in Hongluo Town secretly blessed and protected the town with a formation, but Huafan knew that in front of the omnipotent young master, this formation was just an axe. , to lure out whoever he really wants to attack.
Unexpectedly, the real target has not yet appeared, but the accident appeared first. Two unknown loose cultivators destroyed all the layout of the son. They rescued the field indiscriminately, searched everywhere, rescued the damned people, and got the damned ones. When he died, the young master watched the chess pieces on the chessboard crooked, and wanted to ask the person who drew the fan to correct it.
He needs the life of a fox spirit to sacrifice the flag, as a sacrifice to lure the target to appear.
This is why Fan and Gongzi are here.
The son asked the painting fan to pick out a fox spirit from under his hand to die.
Huafan didn't want to do this, but she knew that if she didn't do it, the one who died here would be herself.
This unfathomable man can give her a hundred ways to die, each of which can't survive or die.
She now regrets that she should not be blinded by temporary interests and plot against tigers.
Dozens of people from the same clan, each of which is connected to her bloodline, she is unwilling to let her sacrifice anyone.
But ten fingers have lengths, and painting fans also have preferences and neglect.
She thought of Arong.
This child is the weakest and most inconspicuous among the dozens of fellow clansmen. On weekdays, she eats a bite of food slower than others. Even if she has some intelligence, her achievements in this life will only stop there.
She was born with poor abilities, and has a compassionate heart that the fox clan does not have. When choosing a skin, she would not directly possess a living person, and she also chose a newly dead poor person, so that her appearance became more and more abject, and she paid great attention to appearance. despised by their kin.
Just Aron.
The painting fan slowly let out a breath.
After making the decision, it is not so entangled, but I am still vaguely afraid, worried that a sacrifice is not enough to satisfy this person, if the plan fails, is it possible that I have to continue to sacrifice my family? Then she has no prestige and credibility among her clan.
"Sir, after this matter..."
"After this matter, I will give you the remaining half of the inner alchemy, and you will distribute it yourself. You and I are happy to work together. I don't need you to work hard any more. You can leave on your own with your fellow clan. The sky is high and the sea is vast."
The other party seemed to know what she wanted to say, and naturally continued.
Well, that's settled then, A Rong, just think it's you who sacrificed for your family once. Huafan said silently, she had seen this man crush a dream demon with his bare hands, and she had absolutely no determination to fight against it.
She pulled out the jade flute from her waist and began to play music that only her family could hear.
The painting fan deliberately passed the music to A Rong alone.
Arong thought that her family was also summoned, but in fact she was the only one who came to die.
Halfway through the flute, A Rong hadn't appeared yet. The painting fan began to doubt whether the other party had eavesdropped on the conversation between him and the young master, and did not dare to appear, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible. As for such a failure.
Thinking of this, a thin figure appeared on the other side of the empty street. The other party walked very slowly, as if unbearable by the wind and snow, and would be blown away at any time. Step by step, she walked towards the painting fan.
As A Rong walked, he whispered to Chang Ming.
"Sir, you are a senior of our clan. Sister Huafan will be happy to see you. Why do you hide and hide?"
She couldn't see Chang Ming, she could only hear the voice ringing in her ears.
"The one next to your sister painting fan is that young master?"
"Not bad." A Rong snorted, "Isn't it summoning the same clan, why am I the only one here?"
Chang Ming narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the man beside the painting fan.
The black robe covered his face, from head to toe, he couldn't see his face clearly, much like Mr. An who appeared with Xing Zoutou, but he couldn't be sure.
Assuming that, as they guessed, Mr. An's true identity is that of Jiang Li's senior brother Yao Wangnian, then is he really behind the series of murders in Hongluo Town
"I can't get close any more. Even if I'm invisible, they can still detect my breath. You go over first, and when the young master is gone, I'll reappear and talk to her." Chang Ming said to A Rong.
A Rong didn't think too much about it. The masters always have some rules and arrangements of masters. Maybe he just doesn't want to get involved in these irrelevant things. He just wants to take care of him for his family. I have been very lucky.
She walked directly to the painting fan and the son, and saluted them.
"Young Master, Sister Huafan, do you have anything to do with me?"
Sister Huafan did not answer her, but turned to ask the person next to her: "Master, can you see her?"
Can? what can be done
Before A Rong understood the meaning of those words, he heard the young master hum, and without saying a word, the painting fan immediately shot, with five fingers like electricity, grabbing at A Rong Tianling cover.
A Rong turned pale with fright, and couldn't dodge in a hurry, so he could only watch his death approaching.
At this time, Jiufang Changming, who was hiding in the dark, was faced with a choice.
Is he shooting, or not
If you don't do it, Arong will die.
If he were to take action, apart from the painting fan, he would have to deal with that young master. This man's cultivation was unfathomable. If it was Yao Wangnian, his cultivation had dropped dramatically, so he might not be an opponent.
The most important thing is that if you expose it in advance, you will also startle the snake!