In order to avoid as much as possible that the skin ghosts will hurt innocent people when they fight, the group moved to a remote inn.
This inn is very special.
The lights are dim, and the stairs will make a creaking noise when you step up. Because of the remote location, there is no fireworks around, so it looks gloomy.
Typical for haunted.
In fact, Shen Wanqing has always felt that this method is not feasible, because choosing this position, isn't it obvious to tell the Painted Ghost that he is waiting for the rabbit
Unsurprisingly, until the sky completely darkened, there was nothing unusual about the surroundings.
There were also some scattered guests in the inn. Those who should be drinking and those who should be eating instead looked quite lively.
When going downstairs to eat, Xie Wuyan was not present.
"I called him." Feng Yaoqing said with some worry, "Young Master Xie seems to be resting upstairs because he is unwell because of the influence of the Heart Locking Charm."
Hearing this sentence, Shen Wanqing fell silent.
No matter how you look at the word physical discomfort, Xie Wuyan has nothing to do with it.
When villains say this, 80% of them are secretly doing things.
Zeng Ziyun went downstairs in a hurry, looked up and saw that there were many guests sitting around, and her nervousness suddenly relaxed a lot.
After a meal, perhaps because the atmosphere was too comfortable, she pursed her lips and complained: "What are you doing, there is no movement at all."
But no one answered.
Only Feng Ruoqing gave her a chopstick dish: "Eat the dish."
Shen Wanqing also felt a little strange.
It's not because of the skin ghosts, but the state of Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing.
This young couple of you and me, Ji Feichen would always warmly ask her if the food was delicious when she was eating on weekdays, and then habitually served her dishes, and by the way, she would call Xiao Er to warm up the cold wine for her.
But now, the two are too quiet.
They didn't say a word to each other, their faces showed no emotion, but they ate the contents of the bowl as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Shen Wanqing frowned and looked up at the guests at the tables next to her.
The voices were full of people, everyone was feasting, and no one put their eyes on their side.
But for some unknown reason, Shen Wanqing faintly felt a strange feeling in her heart.
It was as if everyone around was paper people in a layer of skin, playing their roles, without any mind or soul.
After having this idea, Shen Wanqing's hand holding chopsticks stopped.
"Come here, this is the wine requested by several guest officials." The second shopkeeper leaned over with the wine jar.
When he bent over to put the wine, his broad body blocked the light from her head.
Shen Wanqing keenly discovered that Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing's bodies were tensed at the same time.
"Guest officer, do you have any other orders?" The second shop assistant turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"Well," Shen Wanqing nodded, "add a few more dishes."
"What dish?"
"I think about it—" Shen Wanqing thought about it, raised her hand and touched her bun.
In the next second, he quickly pulled out his hairpin, clenched it tightly in the air, and the hairpin fell into his hand.
A heart-piercing scream caused all the guests to stop in unison, turned their heads like a marionette, and looked in their direction.
At this moment, Shen Wanqing's cultivation base has been improved, and she deliberately spent some spiritual power in the hairpin. The shop assistant screamed again and again, unable to break free of the hairpin, and the whole person could not move.
Zeng Ziyun didn't react, and was stunned for a while.
Ji Feichen got up, pulled the two of them to Feng Yaoqing's side, and said sternly, "Go back."
"Why..." Zeng Ziyun stopped abruptly before she could finish her question.
All the guests stood up almost at the same time and surrounded them in a circle, approaching like corpses.
Including the shop assistant, everyone around them had layers of folds on their faces, like a layer of skin covering them, falling off.
Not a skinny ghost.
but a group.
Sure enough, it was waiting for the rabbit, but the roles were completely reversed. There was not a single living person in the entire inn, and 80% of them were killed a day ago, and their skins were stripped off as disguise.
Ji Feichen and his party were the prey of these painted ghosts.
However, the one who really wanted to attack Shen Wanqing did not appear at the moment.
Although I don't know why, but sure enough, the plot started to deviate.
In the upstairs room.
Xie Wuyan sat loosely on the windowsill, with one hand resting loosely on his knees, the other hand tossed the apple repeatedly to catch it, watching the big scene downstairs with interest.
"boom!"
The door on the side was slammed open.
A cannon fodder-painted ghost came out from inside, with most of the flesh on his face collapsed, giving him a hideous look.
It seems that it should be a guest who is desperate here.
The cannon fodder painted skin ghost turned his head and happened to meet Xie Wuyan.
It suddenly turned on its full power, and walked over with a majestic and arrogant spirit.
"… "
Xie Wuyan took a bite of the apple, didn't bother to move it, just glanced at it with lack of interest, then rolled his eyes and smiled.
Coercion.
Very powerful coercion.
The cannon fodder painted skin ghost was startled, and immediately obediently put away the demon power, turned his head as if he didn't see it, and rushed downstairs with an "Ouch", attacking Ji Feichen.
Then burned to death by a spell.
Xuanniao stopped on Xie Wuyan's shoulder and whispered a rainbow fart: "As expected of His Highness, I have long seen that there is no living person in this inn. It can actually see through a monster like the Painted Ghost that can hide its breath, not to mention that they are covered with clothes. It wears the freshest human skin."
Xie Wuyan ignored it.
He watched the melee downstairs and slowly took another bite of the apple.
Although these ghosts were numerous and difficult to deal with, after all, their cultivation was not too high. Ji Feichen and Feng Ruoqing could handle them together, but it was only a matter of time.
Oh, by the way, and two tow oil bottles.
That would probably take longer.
Speaking of fuel tanks.
Subconsciously, Xie Wuyan set his eyes on Shen Wanqing.
Then she saw with her own eyes that she raised her hand unbearably, and knocked a knife on Zeng Ziyun's neck. After knocking him unconscious, she shoved it under the table and hid it.
Xie Wuyan: "…"
In fact, it's not really Shen Wanqing's fault.
Although Zeng Ziyun is the daughter of the elder of Xuantian Pavilion, she is said to go out for training, but every time she is well protected by various brothers and sisters, the first time she encountered this scene in person, she was obviously stunned.
Frightened, he started calling Big Brother Ji.
Shen Wanqing felt that this person was just like a flea. After a while, he started "Big Brother Ji Ji" without paying attention, and then threw himself on others with tears streaming down his face.
Usually it doesn't matter, but at this juncture, any accident can easily make Ji Feichen, who was already a little difficult, in a mess.
Shen Wanqing persuaded for a while, but found it useless.
Then I dragged it, and found that it was too laborious, and it took a lot of effort to avoid the attacks of some painted ghosts, which was very physically exhausting.
So, simply knocked people out.
save time and energy.
Upstairs, Xuanniao was a little puzzled: "Your Highness, why don't you help? If you want to gain the trust of these two people, now is a good time to clean up these ghosts for them."
Xie Wuyan: "I'm so tired, I don't want to move. They're almost done fighting."
"… "
Very capricious reason.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a flash of black mist downstairs.
Under the cover, a painted ghost teleported to Shen Wanqing's back, and the demonic power gathered into a huge demonic claws, digging straight towards her heart.
"Love!" Ji Feichen, who sensed the movement here, shouted.
But because he was entangled by many monsters, he couldn't get to Shen Wanqing quickly for a while.
Without any protective treasures, she may not be able to withstand this blow with her cultivation.
However, as soon as the words fell, a beam of golden light flew by in front of him, severing the demonic energy that gathered into claws like a sharp blade.
A figure penetrated the layers of black mist and fell in front of Shen Wanqing's eyes. Xie Wuyan raised his hand, clasped her back, and pulled in front of him.
The house was surrounded by demonic energy, gathering into countless groups of black shadows, circling and surging up in the small room. But the square inch of land centered on Xie Wuyan seemed to be enveloped by a powerful force, and was not eroded by the slightest demonic energy.
Xie Wuyan looked down at Shen Wanqing in his arms, and then slowly lifted his eyes.
Ink hair flew with the red and black robes, and the powerful spiritual power formed a barrier in an instant, forcibly dispelling the black mist lingering in the inn.
The swirling black demonic energy seemed to be cut into millions of pieces in an instant and exploded suddenly.
As soon as he turned his head, he found the mysterious bird that had already flown down from His Highness: "??"
I remember someone said just now that you are tired