The dead are dead, and the living are the most important.

"Mother Lou, you are such a good senior brother." Lu Jing said after being silent for a moment.

"It's all said! Don't call me that." Lou Jiang said with a dark face, "Let's go."

But you really look like a mother...

Lu Jing muttered in his heart.

"and many more."

Qiu Bo Deng suddenly stretched out his hand and stopped everyone.

"What?" Lu Jing asked.

"bloody."

Qiu Bodeng is concise and to the point.

Lou Jiang was shocked.

They didn't stop when they spoke, and they were moving very fast, but the place where the whistle came from was in the direction of Wuxiang Street in Beicheng, which was still some distance away. Even if something really happened there, the blood won't spread so far... Lou Jiang looked around, and suddenly his face changed.

Ying Longsi's disciples had a clear division of labor when they toured the city, with five people in charge of a block. One of the five people stayed on the highest Xiangfeng Gate in the block, using the wind lantern as a sign, acting as a guardian and guide.

At this moment, Lou Jiang did not see the lights on the Xiangfeng Gate.

They stopped and happened to be at the intersection of the street. In the heavy rain, the four connected streets suddenly became long and dark, and Monk Budu took a step diagonally, facing east. Banshou took a step back, facing south, Lou Jiang turned around, facing west, Qiu Bodeng raised his sword, facing north. Lu Jing stayed among the four.

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes.

The rain tapped on different tiles and made different sounds. The wind carried the sound of the rain and pulled it across the long street. There were other, very subtle sounds in the wind.

Tick, tick.

Slowly sticky.

"coming."

Qiu Bodeng opened his eyes.

As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp and harsh flute sound burst out, one after another in all directions, all the disciples of Yinglongsi in the entire Zhunan City were in danger at the same time, and they asked for help at the same time!

Chapter 67

A large black shadow swelled from the depths of the street, swallowing up the five people standing at the crossroads, and it arrived in an instant.

No substance, no form, everywhere, everywhere.

Seeing that the five people were about to be wrapped in the black mist, the monk Budu threw the Buddha beads, the bell rang loudly, and the golden light enveloped them all.

The long red tongue, the yellowish abscesses... The grayish-blue faces of the dozen or so sticking to the mask quickly liquefied, turning into thick black liquid and flowing down. Those faces were originally terrifying. When liquefied, the eyes dropped and the huge mouth moved upwards, and all the facial features were dislocated. Just one glance can make people feel sick to the stomach.

"Damn it!" Lu Jing raised his head and looked at the three mixed eyeballs, and suddenly felt numb, "What is this!"

"Congratulations, you got it."

Qiu Bodeng's face was unprecedentedly ugly, his tone was unprecedentedly solemn, and he even took a step back.

"It's hell."

Lu Jing's heart suddenly felt a "squeak", Young Master Qiu is a lunatic who jumps at the height of the sky, what is this ghost? Even the young master Qiu dare not face it?

"Foul evil," Lou Jiang whispered, "it was originally the filth that breeds in the latrines of Hu Lane. When there are too many, it will accumulate into evil. The frontal attack strength is not strong, but the filth attached to it will pollute. Cultivators below the Ding Po period will cause sores and dysentery, and the spiritual platform will become dirty. Once more than two evil spirits appear at the same time, they can pose a fatal threat to Longsi disciples."

"Lu Shiyi, it's time to give full play to your cultivation at the fixed soul stage!"

As soon as the word "thatched toilet" came out, Qiu Bodeng stepped back again without hesitation, grabbed Lu Jing with his backhand, and made him push his position.

Lu Jing was caught off guard, and came face-to-face with the filth flowing down on the golden bell, and almost spit it out.

No wonder the young master Qiu retreated without saying a word... He felt disgusted by this thing, not to mention the expensive Taiyi flower like Qiu Bodeng. You must know that in Zucheng, Young Master Qiu hated even bleeding on the ground, and would rather walk on the wall... Lu Jing bit his head and pulled out two short knives.

"Monk," Lu Jing raised the knife with a difficult expression, "Is your golden bell hood reliable? It won't be broken halfway through, just splash us with pus all over our body... vomit."

"Amitabha," the monk Budu put his hands together, "Bodhi Mingjingzi, don't worry about Lu Shizhu. It's just..."

He looked at Lou Jiang.

"Master Lou, it's too strange for your pavilion to appear filthy."

Lou Jiang's face was very ugly.

Zhunan goes down to the cave of Zhenhuifeng, and it is located in Cangming, where there are often tidal rains, and foul ghosts are prone to occur. Therefore, Shanhai Pavilion has always been very clean. "Yelu Division" is set up to clean the streets and alleys, "Chiyou Division" is set up to control mosquitoes and flies, and "Mingqu Department" is set up to supervise the rules of this department. Those who accumulate dirt on the channels shall be severely punished, and those who do not correct the punishment shall be whipped and driven out of the candle south.

The court law is strict, and it has been enforced for a long time.

Taking the situation of Zhunan City, it is the Xuanwu turtle breathing and the raging rain, and it should not breed a large number of foul ghosts so quickly, and it should not give birth to foul ghosts!

"and many more!"

Ban Operator suddenly shouted loudly, pointing in one direction.

"Look there!"

The filth splashed on the golden bell hood has almost flowed down. Through the hood, they can see the direction of the half-operator, and the eaves of the pavilion re-emerged from the black cloud. glowing red. That piece of building burned, and the flames soared up, like a red peacock facing the rainstorm with its head held high.

There is……

Honglan Street!

………………

Qinlou.

Luo Yi curled up in the corner with his pipa in his arms, staring at the figures outside, they walked around without saying a word.