In the middle of the night, the "ghost" climbed into the bed, which is really a great blessing.
Wu Xingxue wanted to pretend to be a little weak, but he searched the room in the blink of an eye, but he didn't find a trace of the aura belonging to Tianxiu Shangxian.
Xiao Fuxuan is really not there.
Also, if he was there, he couldn't let such an ugly thing appear in the house.
As Wu Xingxue thought about it, she suddenly lost the will to pretend to be weak. No one is there, so who can pretend to show it to.
The thing lying on the bed was about to go, and someone was faster than—
In the blink of an eye, the bed was empty, and Wu Xingxue was gone.
The pair of dead white eyes blinked, and quickly swept the bed, swept to both sides, and swept to the bed...
No trace of Wuxingxue was found.
The eyeballs moved extremely fast, the eyelids could barely cover them, and the edges were black and blue, as if they were rotten. If it was turned any faster, the eyeballs could literally fall out of their sockets.
Just as he was about to look up, a voice rang softly behind him: "Behind you."
Suddenly froze, the white eyes did not move.
In an instant, the bow of the finger was about to explode! I feel like someone is grabbing the back of my neck and scalp.
That hand was as cold as ice, colder than a dead man's.
After spinning around for a while, he was dragged and slammed to the ground. The pair of hands pinching his life gate had already moved to his throat.
Struggling violently, the floor was smashed with such strength that it slammed into the ground, and many long holes were opened.
But that white and thin hand is not at all.
On that hand, he received a killing intent.
"You are really unlucky, you don't remember anything, and now you only know the ultimate move, you'd better be honest, 'chaotic'." Wu Xingxue said softly.
It was the first time that he failed to make trouble, but was suppressed so much that he couldn't move, and he flinched under the threat.
Suddenly, the cold wind raged, and the wooden window was knocked open by the wind with a bang.
Wu Xingxue spoke again in the darkness. He had a faint smile, and what he said made people unable to laugh: "The one lying on the window has a bad temper right now, you'd better get out of the room now and turn on the lamp."
"..."
The people of the window can never listen to such requests and remain silent.
After a long while, someone finally opened the door tremblingly, and carefully touched the edge of the table.
The oil lamp that had been extinguished for a long time came on, and the candlelight clearly illuminated the scene in the room—
The person who lights the lamp is the innkeeper.
Wu Xingxue was half-kneeling on the ground in plain clothes, pinching the thing that climbed the bed in the middle of the night...
To be precise, it is not a thing, but a person.
A man who appeared to have been dead for a long time.
His head, face and neck were a little swollen, not because he was bloated, but rather as if he had been soaked in some kind of juice for a long time, the skin and flesh were dead white and spread out.
Wu Xingxue thought of the coffin liquid—
In order to ensure that the corpses of the dead will not rot, some folks often ask Xianmen for some special medicinal juices to be poured into the coffins.
Wu Xingxue's face suddenly lost expression.
He glanced around and saw that the corpse still had a sword in his waist.
So he let go of the hand pinching his neck, drew the sword and stood up.
The corpse man was about to take the opportunity to struggle to get up, when the tip of the sword pressed against his forehead.
"Did you come?" Wu Xingxue asked.
His tone has never been vicious, it is always light and delicate, as if he is chatting with someone. But that killing intent never left.
So much so that the corpse of the sword dared not, and neither did the shopkeeper at the table.
"Shopkeeper, pass the clean cloth towel." Wu Xingxue said.
The shopkeeper stared at him fearfully with drooping bags under his eyes, carefully reached for the cloth towel, and handed it over a step away.
He didn't dare and didn't dare to make a sound, just watched Wu Xingxue take the cloth towel and wipe his fingers.
Seeing that they were rubbing against each other, he didn't do anything, and lowered his eyes to look at his wrist quietly.
The muscles and bones of the two wrists are evenly lengthened, clean, and there is no dirt on them. I don't know what to look at.
The shopkeeper thought to himself.
What was even more frightening was that he looked at it and frowned. He really had a bad temper.
The shopkeeper shrank back carefully.
People naturally don't know, it is precisely because both wrists are empty that Wu Xingxue frowned.
Last time at Hua's house, Xiao Fuxuan tied a silk thread and a bell around his wrist when he left the body to do it alone.
He tugged a few times, and then came back.
There is not even a bell that can call people, and there is no trace of Xiao Fuxuan in the whole inn.
Where did he go
Wu Xingxue threw the cloth towel back on the table and looked up at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper's scalp was numb when he saw it, and the cold air rushed from behind. Just as he was about to wave his hand to explain, he heard Wu Xingxue ask him, "Where is Xiao Fuxuan?"
The shopkeeper was taken aback for a moment, and barely heard: "Ah? Who?"
At that moment, many things that Wu Xingxue would be able to ask flashed in his mind—
What happened to the dead man on the ground? Why did you appear in the room in the middle of the night? ! And why are you lying by the window? You are like this, what do you want to do? !
Anyone who is in danger in the middle of the night always wants to ask some questions, but Wu Xingxue asked the most irrelevant sentence.
"Ask." Wu Xingxue said softly, "Where is the person who came from the same way, did you see it?"
The shopkeeper shook his head.
Wu Xingxue's face turned cold instantly.
When he was expressionless, the tails of his slightly drooping eyes were full of disgust, and the unrepentant killing intent became even stronger.
The shopkeeper was really frightened, his throat slipped, and he swallowed: "... I really didn't see it."
"Aren't you lying on the window and watching?" Wu Xingxue's voice became softer.
",, I just came up, when I came up, when I came up..." The shopkeeper seemed to be at a loss as to how to explain, and said incoherently: "Not long after I came up, I heard you say 'behind you', and then... What did you say after that? Should know."
When Wu Xingxue heard this, her complexion became even worse: "Do you believe it when you tell it?"
The shopkeeper was anxious: "It's all the truth! The truth! If there is a false statement, it will be struck by lightning!"
It's not that Wu Xingxue doesn't believe his words.
In fact, he could have guessed the result before he asked the question—the shopkeeper would be cowardly if he frightened him a little bit, and no matter how he looked at it, he had no choice but to win a celestial being.
So Xiao Fuxuan's disappearance should have nothing to do with him.
Wu Xingxue could guess.
He just couldn't find anyone and was upset.
"What about you?" He held the sword in his backhand and nailed it—
The corpse man suddenly closed his eyes, only feeling that the sword's edge was rubbing against his scalp, and he could even feel a long and thin gash in his skin. If he is still alive, there must be gurgling blood seeping out continuously along the long mouth.
Will not die, can make people cry.
"What are you? When did you come to the room? Where is the other person in the room?" Wu Xingxue squatted.
The corpse man stared at him with dead white eyes, opened his mouth, and then tightly pressed his lips together. Then shook his head.
Wu Xingxue frowned.
He pinched both sides of the corpse's cheeks with his thumb and index finger, and exerted all his strength.
Hearing two clicks, the corpse man's tense jaws loosened a little, and his mouth opened naturally, like an open cave—
He has two rows of fine teeth and no tongue.
Wu Xingxue pressed down again, and found that there was a protrusion at the bottom of his larynx, and touched his hand, it seemed that there was a nail sealed in it.
Tongueless and nailed, I'm afraid that's why I can't speak.
If Xiao Fuxuan was there, there must be a way to make the corpse man speak without a tongue.
He just wasn't there.
Wu Xingxue got even more annoyed, took a cup of tea casually, poured it on the dead man's hand, and said in a low voice, "Write."
The corpse's fingers were trembling, and it was meaninglessly drawing repetitive strokes between the traces of tea.
"Things, he...he can't answer." The shopkeeper couldn't hold back, and added a sentence beside him.
"Then what can you answer?" Wu Xingxue said without raising her head, "Someone said something earlier..."
Xiao Fuxuan said, there is an illusion, it is best not to make too much noise, so as not to affect the illusion, I don't know what will happen.
"He said, it's best not to make too much noise here." Wu Xingxue turned her head to look at the shopkeeper, "He will disappear in a while, and no one can ask. Tell me... what is a big silence? Fighting? Killing? "
The shopkeeper's face was like a dish, and he hurriedly said: "No, no, it can't be like this, it can't be like this. - Hey! It's a long story."
…
"The store has been open in Luohuashan City for many years, and it has been doing well, and nothing has happened. Earlier, someone from the Immortal Gate took a look at it, saying that they picked the best location in Luohuatai, which is a treasured place to gather blessings and energy. Later, there was a On the same day, jade branches emerged from the cracks in the stone behind the shop, although there was only a small amount..."
He shook his fingers, carefully drew a distance of less than an inch, and said: "I thought, could it be that the treasure land appeared? Then I invited the fairy gate to see it again. They said it was not a good omen, and said that the blessing of the treasure land had been dissipated, and it was about to turn from Sheng Bad, from good to bad, and I advise you to change to another place... "
Naturally, he didn't believe in that evil. He had said before that he had occupied a treasured land, so why did it suddenly become a disaster. So he inquired and asked around, checked countless books, read all the ones he could understand and the ones he couldn't understand, and he didn't even release the legends about the beginning of the way of heaven.
In the end, he found a result for himself.
"I think it should be a little jade essence that is rare to see in a hundred years." The shopkeeper said.
Hearing Xiao Fuxuan's mention of "Jade Essence", Wu Xingxue raised his eyes.
"If it's really jade essence, then it's a legendary thing, and it's auspicious. How could it turn from prosperity to decline!" The shopkeeper said: "So I didn't listen to those fairy elders, and I didn't plan to move away. As a result... well, it didn't take long out."
The shopkeeper glanced at Wu Xingxue's face, and said, "There was a guest who was staying and then disappeared. No trace can be found."
"He came with his daughter. That little girl was so young that she couldn't speak well, and she cried so much that no one could bear to look at her. Naturally, she had to ask, so she invited the Immortal Sect again. There are many people in Luohuashan City. Afraid that Jing is too big to cause trouble, those fairy elders are all living here, so I went to check quietly, and it turned out... "
The shopkeeper glanced at Wu Xingxue again, hesitated to speak, as if he didn't dare to say anything.
Wu Xingxue stared at him and said, "The result."
The shopkeeper swallowed, closed his eyes and said in resignation: "As a result, those elders searched the entire Luohuashan City, but they couldn't find that customer. He just disappeared out of thin air and never appeared again."