"Tomorrow, it will spit out the pair of crickets." Shu Wuxi replied indifferently.
“Oh…” Lu Xiaochan exhaled.
At this time, Lu Xiaochan heard someone outside the window shouting "Help!"
When Lu Xiaochan heard this, he immediately sat up from the couch. He had not taken off his shoes at all, and ran straight to the window.
He was a night watchman. He was rolling and crawling, and his stuttering was so unclear.
The lights that had been extinguished on both sides lit up, and several families opened their windows.
"Hey! What's wrong? What happened?!"
Although there was no evil creature chasing the night watchman, he was so frightened that his face turned pale and he fell to the ground.
"Young Master is dead! He looks exactly like Young Master Chen when he died! Go check it out!"
"Huh? What?"
"The second brother is dead? And he looks exactly like the young master of the Chen family?"
"Quick! Let Old Liu go and take a look!"
Old Liu is the barefoot doctor in the town. He is good at treating headaches and fevers on weekdays, but he is helpless when it comes to difficult and complicated diseases.
"Alas! How unlucky our Lushu Town has been recently! First a charlatan came to cheat us out of food and drink, and then he chopped down our century-old locust tree!"
"What kind of evil spirit has been invited again! It ate Hu Tu alive! Although Hu Tu deserved it!"
"Yes, yes! The young master of the Chen family was making a fuss at home before the seventh day of the old man's death, and died of a stroke! I heard that when Old Liu went in to perform an autopsy on him, his clothes were disheveled, his cheeks were sunken, and he was as thin as a pole!"
"Let's go, let's go and take a look too!"
Lu Xiaochan swallowed her saliva and turned towards Shu Wuxi with a eager expression.
"Didn't we agree that we wouldn't come to watch the fun?" Shu Wuxi said slowly.
"This is not just for fun! Something happened to my second brother!" Lu Xiaochan was really worried this time, "Without my second brother, a blind beggar like me would have starved to death long ago!"
"He's dead now, too."
"He's just dead! What if I pinch his philtrum and he's breathing again?"
Lu Xiaochan was so anxious that she touched the bamboo stick that Shu Wuxi had placed on the table and knocked it on the ground randomly, almost tripping over the stool.
Shu Wuxi lifted up Lu Xiaochan's bamboo branch, slid it gently, and grasped the other end of the branch.
"Whether he's alive or dead, this is your last night in Lushu Town."
Shu Wuxi's voice was deeper than usual. He was serious this time and would not let Lu Xiaochan do whatever she wanted.
"I'll listen to you! I really will!"
Shu Wuxi stood up and pulled Lu Xiaochan out.
There were already quite a few people gathered at the door of the second brother's house. At first, there were a few aunts and grandmas. When they saw the second brother lying there with nothing on, they quickly ran out shouting something like "shameless".
Old Liu pressed the philtrum of the second brother, and put a small piece of ginseng in his mouth, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Xiaochan and Shu Wuxi were listening outside the second brother's door.
"He's not dead. We can go now." Shu Wuxi said.
In the room were not only Old Liu, but also Jiang Wuchao.
Jiang Wuchao frowned, holding a long sword, and looked at the second brother carefully.
"Old man, are you sure that the young master of the Chen family died like this before?"
"My Lord! I am sure! I am sure! Although I am not an expert in medicine, this man has lost all his energy and vitality... Isn't it just indulging in lust?"
When Lu Xiaochan heard this, her brows furrowed.
When Wang Dayong was possessed by "Wu Si" and went to Wu Si Winery to make trouble, the second brother was fine and escaped easily by climbing over the wall. It's been less than three days, and he has indulged himself to such a weak state that he can't even breathe
Besides... Lushu Town is so small and there are so many women. Who is the one that the second brother is having an affair with
Not only Lu Xiaochan, Jiang Wuchao also thought of this problem.
"This is impossible. Who is the person that the second brother is in love with? Has his Yang Yuan been exhausted in just a few days?"
Shu Wuxi pulled the bamboo branch.
"Jiang Wuchao can handle this matter. We can leave now."
"It's up to Jiang Wuchao to solve it... Could it be that the second brother is possessed by an evil spirit? Just like... just like the butcher Wang Dayong?"
Is it because the old locust tree has been cut down that the Tailing Qingyuan curse has been broken, and all the evil spirits and demons can come to Lushu Town to eat and drink
"Yes, and no. The one who was possessed by the evil spirit was not the second brother."
"Who is that?"
Shu Wuxi had already turned around and took two steps.
"If you don't want to go back, then just stay here and watch the fun."
Seeing that Shu Wuxi was about to let go of the bamboo stick, Lu Xiaochan quickly said, "Brother Wuxi, don't be angry! I... I don't want to watch the fun anymore..."
I had witnessed Jiang Wuchao's abilities that day.
If it really was an evil spirit, once his Minglan sword came out, Lu Xiaochan's ears would not be able to bear it and he would vomit again.
The life of the second brother was saved, but since he couldn't exorcise evil spirits, there was no point in staying here.
It would be better for him to follow Shu Wuxi back obediently. If Shu Wuxi was really angry that he didn't keep his promise and left him, he would suffer a great loss.
Lu Xiaochan followed Shu Wuxi obediently out of the alley where the second brother lived, but heard a voice from above: "You two, please stay."
Jiang Wuchao had caught up with them at some point and stood silently on the roof at the entrance of the alley.
He jumped lightly and landed in front of Shu Wuxi.
"The day before yesterday, a senior with extremely high cultivation sent a message thousands of miles away to inform me that there was an evil spirit causing trouble in Lushu Town. I came here to exorcise the evil spirit, otherwise Lushu Town would have been slaughtered by the evil spirit. May I ask if this senior is you, the young master?"
Good question, brilliant question, and great question.
Lu Xiaochan also particularly wanted to know Shu Wuxi's identity.
Which sect is this from? How many years of cultivation have you had? Do you have a title
But Shu Wuxian kept his mouth shut, and getting him to speak was harder than climbing to the sky.
"You're blocking my way." Shu Wuxi answered him with a short sentence, then pulled Lu Xiaochan to walk past Jiang Wuchao.
Lu Xiaochan immediately became disappointed.
Although Shu Wuxi was a man of few words, Lu Xiaochan knew that he disdained to lie.
If he didn't deny it, then the person who transmitted the message over a thousand miles was most likely him.
Jiang Wuchao held the Minglan Sword and blocked Shu Wuxi's way.
"May I ask if you know the origin of this evil spirit that has taken the lives of two people?"
The two lives at stake are the young master of the Chen family and the second younger brother.
"You have practiced for three hundred years, but you still can't figure out the origin of this evil spirit. It can only be said that Ling Nianwu's disciples are inferior to each other."
Jiang Wuchao was stunned.
That day, Shu Wuxi and Lu Xiaochan were sitting on the roof. Jiang Wuchao only took a glance and found that there was no spiritual energy on Shu Wuxi and his appearance was ordinary. But on second thought, he found that he could not even remember what Shu Wuxi looked like. This meant that Shu Wuxi used the "one leaf blocking the eyes" technique to hide his appearance.
If one is just an average person, there is no need to hide oneself. Only when one has reached a certain level of cultivation, and one's appearance has become unforgettable due to one's cultivation, but one does not want to draw attention, will one use the "one leaf blocking the eye" technique.
At this moment, Shu Wuxi actually called Ling Nianwu by his name. There was only one possibility, that is, Ling Nianwu was also a "junior" in front of Shu Wuxi.
However, those whose cultivation level is higher than Ling Nianwu can be counted on five fingers.
However, Jiang Wuchao could not be identified with any of Shu Wuxi, because these people were all masters who had not appeared in the world for a long time, unless the ancient evil spirit Hun Chaos caused trouble again.
Jiang Wuchao immediately retracted his sword, lowered his head and bowed to Shu Wuxi.
"It was the junior who offended me. I hope you will forgive me."
Shu Wuxi didn't even look at him, didn't even say "hmm", and just pulled Lu Xiaochan away.
When we got back to the inn, it was already past midnight.
Although Lu Xiaochan had countless questions, she didn't dare to ask a single one. She could only hold the medicine pot and touch the turtle on it to relieve her boredom.
At this time, a woman's teasing voice came from the next room.
It was so gentle and charming that it made one's heart beat faster and even made one's bones go weak.
Then came the man's fascinated voice: "Don't go - don't go - I want to see where you go!"
Lu Xiaochan had a keen hearing. The sound of clothes being taken off, the sound of the bed shaking, and the laughter of the woman pulling the bed curtains were like thousands of hands tickling Lu Xiaochan's heart.
He felt extremely hot all over and subconsciously turned his face to the side, his hot ears rubbing against his shoulder.
"Shu Wuxi... did you hear... did you hear any noise?"
Lu Xiaochan felt dry mouth and tongue, which could only be relieved when Shu Wuxi spoke.
"No."
Shu Wuxi's voice rang out, and the cold dark night suddenly enveloped the scorching desert.
How could I not hear it
Such a big commotion
Or is it that Shu Wuxi's heart is as calm as still water, and the soft music is like the passing of the wind without leaving a trace for him
Lu Xiaochan let out a breath and hit the wall with her fist in annoyance.
"Keep your voice down! Can't you let me sleep?"
The woman's teasing voice became more wanton, like wave after wave. Lu Xiaochan took out the small medicine pot, opened the lid, and took a big sip.
The cold wine passed through his throat, but it felt like it was on fire.
Lu Xiaochan couldn't help it. He pitifully asked Shu Wuxi, who was sitting there without even breathing, "Can you help me go to the side and talk to them to keep their voices down?"
The creaking sound of wood shaking on the other side of the wall was so deafening.
Lu Xiaochan didn't expect Shu Wuxi to make them stop, but if Shu Wuxi left for even a short while, Lu Xiaochan could at least comfort herself.
Shu Wuxi stood up, but instead of going out, he sat down next to Lu Xiaochan.
"Xiaochan, calm down."
Lu Xiaochan was about to cry. Her fair face had already turned red, and a few strands of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to her cheeks. Her hands were tightly clasped around the medicine pot, and her legs were bent.