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Chapter 37 He just disappeared out of thin air and never appeared again...
It is a great blessing to have a "ghost" climb the bed in the middle of the night.
Wu Xingxue wanted to pretend to be weak, but he searched the room in the blink of an eye, but he didn't detect the slightest breath that belonged to Tiansu Shangxian.
Xiao Fuxuan is really not there.
Also, if he was there, he couldn't let such ugly things appear in the house.
Wu Xingxue thought about it, and suddenly lost the heart of pretending to be weak. No one is there, who can pretend to be seen.
The thing lying beside the bed was about to, and someone was faster than—
In the blink of an eye, the bed was empty, and Wu Xingxue disappeared.
Those dead white eyes blinked, and they quickly swept the bed, swept to both sides, and swept to the bed...
No trace of black snow was found.
The eyeballs turned extremely fast, the eyelids could barely cover them, and the edges were bluish-black, as if they were a little rotten. If you turn it faster, the eyeballs can almost fall out of the eye sockets.
Just as he was about to look up, a voice came softly behind him: "Behind you."
He froze suddenly, his pale eyes froze.
In an instant, the bow of the finger was about to explode! I felt like someone grabbed the back of my neck and my scalp.
That hand was as cold as frost, colder than a dead man's.
After a while, he was dragged and shoved to the ground. The hands that were holding the door of his life had moved to his throat.
Struggling violently, with such strength that even the floor was smashed with a bang, cracking many long openings.
But that white and thin hand was nothing.
In that hand, Teng Teng's killing intent was felt.
"You are really unlucky, you don't remember anything, and now there are only ultimate moves left, you'd better be honest, 'chaos'." Wu Xingxue said softly.
It was the first time that he failed, but he was suppressed to the point of being unable to play, and he shrank from the threat.
In an instant, the cold wind was furious, and the wooden window was slammed open by the wind.
Wu Xingxue spoke again in the dark. With a faint laugh, he said something that people couldn't laugh at: "The one lying at the window didn't have a good temper for a while. You'd better get out of the room now and turn on the lights."
"..."
The people at the window never listened to such a request and remained silent.
After a long while, someone finally pushed open the door tremblingly and carefully "touched" the table.
The oil lamp that had been extinguished for a long time came on, and the candlelight illuminated the scene in the room clearly——
The person who lights the lamp is the innkeeper.
Wu Xingxue was half-kneeling on the ground in plain clothes, holding 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 appears to have been dead for a long time.
His head, face, neck and neck were a little swollen, not because he was bloated, but as if he had been soaked in some kind of juice for a long time, until the skin was dead white and spread out.
Wu Xingxue thought of the coffin "liquid"——
In order to ensure that the dead body does not rot, some folks often ask Xianmen for some specially-made "medicine" juice, which is poured into the coffin.
Wu Xingxue's face immediately lost expression.
He glanced around and saw that there was actually a sword on the waist of the corpse.
So he let go of the hand gripping his neck and drew the sword to stand.
The corpse was about to take the opportunity to struggle, when the tip of the sword pressed against his forehead.
"Did you come?" Wu Xingxue asked.
His tone was never vicious, and he always seemed to be gossiping with people. But the killing intent never left.
So much so that the corpse of the sword did not dare, and neither did the shopkeeper at the table.
"The shopkeeper, hand over the clean towel." Wu Xingxue said.
The shopkeeper drooped his huge bags under his eyes, stared at him fearfully, carefully reached for the cloth towel, and handed it over a step away.
He didn't dare to make a sound, just watched Wu Xingxue take the towel and wipe his fingers.
When he saw that he was wiping it, he stopped, looking down at his wrist quietly.
Those two wrists were evenly long and clean, with no dirt on them. don't know what to look at.
The shopkeeper thought.
What's even more frightening is that he frowned when he looked at it, and it really looked like he had a bad temper.
The shopkeeper shrank again carefully.
Naturally, Wu Xingxue frowned because both wrists were empty.
The last time at Hua's house, Xiao Fuxuan tied silk threads and bells to his wrist when he went to do it alone.
He tugged a few times, and then came back.
There was not even a bell that could call people, and there was no trace of Xiao Fuxuan's breath in the entire inn.
Where has he gone?
Wu Xingxue threw the towel back on the table and looked up at the shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper's scalp was numb at the sight of him, and the cold air rushed from his back. Just as he was about to wave his hand to explain, he heard Wu Xingxue ask him, "Where is Xiao Fuxuan?"
The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and could hardly hear: "Ah? Who?"
In that light and flint, his mind flashed a lot of feelings that Wu Xingxue could ask—
What happened to the corpse on the ground? Why did you show up in the room in the middle of the night? ! Why are you lying by the window? You are like this, what do you want to do? !
Any person 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, "What about the person who came from the same road, did you see it?"
The shopkeeper shook his head.
Seeing that Wu Xingxue's face turned cold in an instant.
When he was expressionless, the end of his slightly drooping eyes was full of disgust, and the murderous intent that had never been received was 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 peeping?" Wu Xingxue's voice became even softer.
",, I just came up, when I came up, when I came up..." The shopkeeper seemed to have no idea how to explain, and said incoherently: "Not long after I came up, I heard you say 'behind you', and then... Then what did you say, You should know."
When Wu Xingxue heard this, his face became even more unsightly: "Do you believe it if you say it?"
The shopkeeper was anxious: "It's all the truth! The truth! If there is a false statement, it will be struck by thunder!"
It's not that Wu Xingxue didn't believe his words.
In fact, he could have guessed the result before he opened his mouth to ask—the shopkeeper would be a coward if he was frightened a little, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't help but get a high immortal.
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 slammed his eyes shut, only to feel that the sword was rubbing against his scalp, and he could even feel a slender slit in his skin. If he was still alive, there must be a steady stream of blood 'liquid' seeping out along the long mouth.
It will not die, but it 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 down.
The corpse stared at him with dead white eyes, opened his mouth, and pursed his lips tightly. Then shook his head.
Wu Xingxue frowned.
His thumb and forefinger pinched the sides of the corpse's cheeks, and he exerted force.
Just listening to the two clicks, the corpse's jaw and bones loosened a little, and the mouth opened naturally, like an open cave——
He has two rows of fine teeth and no tongue.
Wu Xingxue pressed down again and found a protrusion at the bottom of his throat bone. He "touched" his hand, as if a nail was sealed inside.
It's tongueless, and it's sealed. I'm afraid that's why I can't speak.
If Xiao Fuxuan was here, there would be a way for the corpse to speak without a tongue.
He just wasn't there.
Wu Xingxue was even more annoyed, took a cup of tea, poured it on the corpse's hand, and said in a low voice, "Write."
The corpse's fingers trembled, making meaningless repetitions among 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 his head, "Someone said something before..."
Xiao Fuxuan said that it is an illusion, it is best not to make too much silence, lest the illusion be affected, and don’t know what will happen.
"He said, it's best not to make too much noise in the house." Wu Xingxue turned to look at the shopkeeper, "He'll be gone in a while, and no one can ask. You say...what is Dajing? Fighting? Murdering? ?"
The shopkeeper's face turned pale when he heard this, and he hurriedly said, "No, 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 good, and nothing has happened. Before, there were people from Xianmen who looked at it and said that the best location of Luohuatai was chosen, which is a treasure place for gathering blessings and qi. Later, there was a Today, a jade branch emerged from the crevice at the back of the store, although only a tiny bit..."
Shaking his fingers, he carefully gestured at a distance of less than an inch, and said, "I thought to myself, is it the manifestation of the treasure? Then I invited Xianmen to see it again. They said that it was not a good omen, and they said that the blessing of the treasure had dissipated, and it was necessary to turn it from Sheng. Decline, from good to bad, I also advised it to change to another place..."
Naturally, he didn't believe in that evil, and he clearly said before that he occupied a treasured land, so why did it suddenly become a disaster. So he inquired and inquired around, checked many books, and read all the ones that he understood and those that he couldn't understand, and even those legends about the beginning of the Dao of Heaven were never published.
In the end, he found a result for himself.
"I think it should be a rare jade essence that is rare in a hundred years." The shopkeeper said.
Wu Xingxue raised her eyes when she heard Xiao Fuxuan's mention of "Jade Essence".
"If it is really a jade essence, then it is a legendary thing, and it is good luck. How can it change from prosperity to decline!" The shopkeeper said: "So I didn't listen to those immortal elders, and I didn't plan to move out. As a result... hey, no How long does it take to be out?"
The shopkeeper glanced at Wu Xingxue's face and said, "There was a guest who lived there and then disappeared, and no trace can be found."
"He came with his daughter. That little girl was young, and she couldn't speak easily. No one could bear to look at her when she cried. Naturally, she had to ask Xianmen again. There are many people in Luohuashan City. Afraid that Jingjing would cause trouble, those immortal elders were all living there, so they went to investigate quietly, and the result..."
The shopkeeper glanced at Wu Xingxue again, hesitating to say anything, as if he did not dare to speak.
Wu Xingxue stared at him and said, "The result."
The shopkeeper swallowed his saliva, closed his eyes and confessed his fate: "As a result, those immortals searched the entire Luohuashan City, but they couldn't find the guest. He just disappeared out of thin air and never appeared again."