One scream after another, Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei looked at each other, put down their chopsticks and stood up.
Liang Yanbei quickly grabbed his arm, "What are you doing?"
"Didn't you hear what's going on outside? I'll go and have a look." Wen Chan couldn't wait.
Liang Yanbei pointed to the dishes on the table, "Don't you want to eat?"
"I'm full." With some strength, he broke free from Liang Yanbei's hand, and followed the flow of people to the door.
Wen Chan originally thought it was a small friction between the Jianghu people. After all, most of them are straightforward people, and it is normal to have occasional quarrels.
But when he left the restaurant, he realized that things were not that simple.
What caught the eye was a large piece of bright red blood, which was extremely dazzling.
There was a huge space in the middle of the road, and no one dared to approach it. One of the men in coarse linen was pressing on a woman, biting her neck, and a large amount of blood spurted and sprayed on the ground.
The body of the man and the woman were soaked in blood, the woman who was screaming loudly just now became weaker and weaker, her limbs were twitching constantly, and she looked at the person in the distance beggingly.
His mouth was wide open, but he couldn't yell for help.
Wen Chan was quite shocked by the sight in front of him.
He found that this man was not simply trying to kill, but was sucking the woman's blood, as if drinking some delicious nectar, which was not a normal behavior at all.
Liang Yanbei stood behind him, frowned, and said in a low voice, "Suck human blood?"
The people around were talking about it, the timid people had already fled far away, while the bolder ones looked at it from a distance, with horror and shock on their faces.
After a while, the man wobbled up from the dead woman.
Only then did Wen Chan take a closer look at this man's appearance, and saw that his body was covered in blood, his eyebrows, eyes, mouth and nose were all piercing red, and his mouth was wide open, dripping viscous liquid.
The man's body seemed to be very stiff, his limbs collapsed straight, his knees did not bend when he walked, his eyes were wide open, the black eyes were smaller than normal, the whites of his eyes were red, and he looked very scary. He walked towards the restaurant step by step. Come.
When everyone saw him coming, they fled in panic.
Liang Yanbei grabbed his wrist with his backhand and led him to the main road. After a while, the Kung Fu restaurant was empty, and the man slowly changed direction.
"This is not an ordinary person..." Wen Chan murmured in a dazed voice.
Liang Yanbei caught a glimpse of his expression, "What's wrong with you?"
"Did you see that he is sucking human blood, how can a normal person suck human blood?" Wen Chan panicked, "This means..."
"You want to say." Liang Yanbei leaned slightly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is this a monster?"
"Yes, it's a monster." He said firmly.
There is a religion of gods entrenched in Wuyue Island, but for anyone who has something to do with monsters, that religion is the first thing Wen Chan thinks of.
The man moved very slowly, not as fast as a normal person, but he didn't show the slightest emotion and kept walking.
Wen Chan knew that there are demons and ghosts in this world ever since he saw the leader of the God-turned-religion with his own eyes in his previous life.
It's just that mortals always appear extremely weak and helpless when facing these things.
Just when everyone was panicking, suddenly a blue and white figure swept out from the crowd.
A silver light flashed, and when everyone could see clearly, a long sword hit the man's heart.
A ray of flame ignited from the sword wound, and in the blink of an eye, the man was completely burned from head to toe. The smell of burning could be heard in the air, and the man made a hoarse hoarse sound, struggling and fell to the ground.
In just a moment, the man turned into a pile of black ash.
The visitor waved his snow sleeve, and the long sword disappeared out of thin air.
The boy was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with red lips and white teeth, quite handsome, frowning in disgust.
He has a white silver jade crown on his head, and is dressed in a long snow-white robe and a blue robe, which looks like gauze from a distance and hemp from a close distance. His belt is four fingers wide, and a crystal blue jade is inlaid in the middle, with a strange inscription on it. leaves texture.
The only strange thing is that the boy's long hair is black with a hint of dark red, which is a little conspicuous under the sunlight, adding to the boy's enchanting aura.
"Little brother, you acted without authorization again. Be careful, I will go back and let the master punish you." Then a young girl walked out, her clothes were eight points similar to that of the boy.
Although the words contained complaints, there was no sense of blame in the expression.
"Senior sister, what's wrong with me in eliminating demons and defending the way? You don't praise me, why are you threatening me?" When the young man saw the girl, his brows relaxed, he smiled, and walked to the girl's side.
Seeing the clothes and address of the two people, everyone knew that the two belonged to the sect, so they speculated and discussed.
"Haven't you seen this dress before? Which sect is it from?"
"It's somewhat similar to the Songhua School."
"Songhua Sect is just a sect for cultivating qi, and it can only be regarded as having a little bit of comprehension, but didn't you see that the young man just made a move? It is obviously much more powerful than Songhua Sect."
"Could it be from the Immortal Cultivation School?"
This statement was recognized by many people, and some with extensive experience even began to speculate where the two came from.
There are cultivators in this world, but Xiliang does not.
In Xiliang, it has always been a monastery for cultivating Taoism and not a temple for gods. If the government finds out that there is a temple dedicated to gods, it will definitely be rectified.
Therefore, there are no sects of cultivating immortals in Xiliang, and those who practice immortal arts in the hope of attaining enlightenment and ascension one day are all arrogant.
If you don't welcome us, it's not rare for us to go!
As a result, very few disciples of the Cultivation of Immortals appeared in Xiliang.
Now two of them suddenly appeared, which made everyone feel surprised and envious.
"Little Immortal, where are you from?" Someone asked boldly.
Those two people were different from what everyone thought, and they didn't put on airs at all.
The boy replied with a smile, "We came from heaven."
"You're talking nonsense again." The girl scolded him with a smile, and said to the questioner, "We came from the top of Shenwu, but we just passed by here, please don't arrest us and send us to the government."
The girl's playful teasing made everyone laugh out loud, and the atmosphere of fear just now was dispelled, and they all invited the two to have tea and dinner at their home.
Only Wen Chan looked at the two with a feeling of uneasiness in his heart.
Just as the two were busy refusing, suddenly there was a burst of laughter from mid-air, charming and pleasant to the ears.
A soft question came from Liang Yanbei beside him, "Huh?"
Wen Chan looked up, and saw a woman in a pink skirt standing on the tiled roof of the restaurant. The outer veil was lifted by the wind, revealing some fair-skinned shoulders, attracting coveted for no reason.
The woman was the one who stood in the middle of the dance on the second floor of the restaurant before, her face was still covered with a lavender veil.
Under Qingdai's slender eyebrows, there is a little vermilion at the end of her slightly bent eyes.
No one noticed when she stood on it, the wine jar in her arms was gone, her thin white fingers pinched the outer veil lightly, and she covered her mouth and smiled.
The moment the boy saw her, his eyebrows furrowed again.
But his senior sister didn't respond, she was just a little dissatisfied with the woman's contemptuous smile, and raised her voice to ask, "I don't know what this girl is laughing at?"
"I laugh at you people at the top of the gods who don't care about life and death." When she spoke, she spoke softly, with a very long ending.
"You are so arrogant and arrogant! Where did you come from?" Someone asked her from below.
People from Jianghu, greeting each other is nothing more than asking which sect you are from. If you are not famous, just fight with each other.
The woman turned her winking eyes, ignored the questioner at all, and said directly to the young man, "Today you are disturbing my cleanliness, so I will take off the little girl's head as a warning, and I will spare your life to go back and inform your sect. Those people, leave May Island quickly."
"Otherwise I will make you all come and go."
"It's so unreasonable!" The girl subconsciously covered her neck.
The one who did it was obviously the younger brother, why did he want to take her life for no reason
The young man sneered, completely ignoring the woman's threats, "Idiots talking about dreams?"
His eyes narrowed slightly, "How dare a fine pheasant make trouble in broad daylight?"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"So this is really a fairy?"
"Can a pheasant also become a master?"
"It looks just like us..."
Wen Chan was also a little surprised, "How many years does this chicken have to practice before it can look like this?"
There was a chuckle in his ear, and Liang Yanbei lowered his voice, "It's not a pheasant, it's a bird. That boy said that on purpose to humiliate her."
Wen Chan looked at him in shock, "How do you know?"
"This woman has a two-color crown feather on her head, so she should be a phoenix in her original body," he replied.
"How can you see it?" Wen Chan looked at the woman again, she clearly looked like a normal girl, where did the two-color crown feather come from
His eyes widened in shock, waiting for Liang Yanbei to explain.
Liang Yanbei also felt puzzled after hearing this, "You can't see?"
Normal people can't see it, right
Wen Chan had a strange expression, "Your eyes... have a problem."
Liang Yanbei looked at the woman again, and he could still clearly see the two-color crown feather on the woman's head. He smacked his lips, "...Maybe."
While the two were talking a few words, the young man didn't know what to say, which completely angered the woman. She frowned, stared at the young man fiercely, and her voice changed, "You are looking for death!"
She turned her palms into claws, leaned over and rushed down at an extremely fast speed.
The boy reacted quickly, pushed his senior sister with one hand, and lifted it up with the other, and the silver long sword appeared again, held in his hand.
He held the sword horizontally in front of him with his backhand, just in time to block the flying claws.
The fingernails collided with the blades, and there was an ear-piercing sound, and a layer of air flow slammed from the two of them, rushing out towards the radius.
All the people who gathered around to watch the excitement were hit by this powerful airflow and flew backwards and fell to the ground. Even the young senior sister retreated a few feet, and her boots slipped on the ground in two marks.
However, weird things followed.
When that layer of air flow touched Wen Chan and Liang Yanbei, another air flow from who knows where collided with it and bounced the air flow back.
The two people who were confronting each other were caught off guard by this force of attack, they were both shaken and backed up again and again.
Amidst all the mourning and screaming, only two people stood firmly with confused faces.
After steadying their footsteps, the boy and the banshee raised their heads at the same time, looking at Liang Yanbei and Wen Chan in astonishment, to be precise, they were looking at Liang Yanbei.
The banshee's face contorted for a moment, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained the veil, and a strange smell filled the air.
She stared at Liang Yanbei with very strange eyes.
Wen Chan also looked at him suspiciously.
Liang Yanbei himself was confused, and said to Wen Chan, "What are you all looking at me for?"
The banshee was probably injured and didn't want to fight any more. With a wave of her long sleeves, her whole body turned into mist and disappeared in the local area.
And the young man didn't have the intention of chasing after him, he put away his long sword, walked up to Liang Yanbei, and bowed his hands, "I don't know what sect your master is from?"
"There is no teacher, and there is no sect." Liang Yanbei replied truthfully, "I am from Xiliang."
The boy was full of doubts, "This is strange..."
"Little brother, what's wrong with you?" The girl didn't understand what happened, but said, "Let's go back quickly and report this matter to Master, and let him decide."
The young man nodded, and gave Liang Yanbei another salute, which seemed to be very respectful, "Under Lu Shaoqing, I am a student of Shenwu Peak. I hope we will meet again next time."
Liang Yanbei returned the salute in a confused way, and reported his name, "Liang Yanbei."
Lu Shaoqing? The name sounds familiar.
Wen Chan thought silently.
After saying goodbye, the boy took his senior sister and left, leaving behind a group of screaming people.
Fortunately, no one was really hurt, it was just a fall. After shouting for a while, they got up. Seeing that the two were gone, they looked around and shouted. Few people noticed Liang Yanbei and Wen Chan .
The two left the street and went to the open space to lead the horses. Liang Yanbei noticed that Wen Chan was always looking at him, and finally couldn't help covering Wen Chan's eyes with his palm and gave him a slight push, "Don't always look at me with weird eyes. I."
Wen Chan opened his eyes wide in surprise, he was so courageous that he even dared to push me.
It is no exaggeration to say that he suspects that the person standing beside him is a fake Liang Yanbei.
"What are you doing in a daze?" Liang Yanbei led the horse over and handed the rein to him, "Let's go."