The two of them flew low all the way, and there were few pedestrians along the way, and everyone who saw them cast awe-inspiring glances at them.

Madara saw the passerby's reaction in his eyes, looking confused.

"What are you thinking?"

Madara raised his head, met Yang Youyi's gaze, hesitated, and asked, "Their expressions...... It doesn't look the same as usual......"

Yang Youyi smiled and glanced at those passing by, her smile was calm, as if she had long been accustomed to it, "In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators are always superior, but in fact, it's nothing, it's just that the vulgar and the mediocre disturb themselves." ”

Madara blinked, but didn't really understand.

He thought for a moment and asked another question, "Sister, do you know the Rakshasa Woman? What is that?"

“......”

The smile on Yang Youyi's face faded a lot, "Where did you hear about this person Rakshasa Girl?"

“......”

Madara didn't know why Yang Youyi's face suddenly changed, he was silent and lied, "When my mother and I went out of the city, we listened to the soldiers guarding the city. ”

Yang Youyi nodded, "I don't know much about this Rakshasa girl, I only know that she is also a cultivator, but she has killed countless people, and it is said that her cultivation is ......profound."

Speaking of this, Yang Youyi paused, "I actually came here for her...... If she is not disguised, she is usually dressed in black and wears a red ghost mask, if you see her, you must hide as far as you can."

Red Ghost Mask......

Madara recalled the mask he had seen in Dong Wusheng when he was in Fanyi Tower.

It was a wooden, thick mask. It can cover an entire face, revealing only a pair of eyes.

The face on the mask was made into an expression of twisted eyebrows and bared teeth, the brow was raised high, and the stacks of skin, which seemed to be supported by no flesh, were carved in great detail.

The mouth was open to the extreme, with sharp fangs, and half a constricted tongue in it, huddled near its throat.

I have to say that this is an overly detailed mask, and when I first saw it, even if Madara didn't have any concept of the word ghost, I felt that the thing presented in front of me was malicious and distorted.

When he came back to his senses, Yang Youyi had already controlled the flying sword and stopped at the city gate.

Madara glanced up at the brightly lit city wall, and then glanced down again, the city gate was quiet, and there was no one else except the two of them.

Noticing his movements, Yang Youyi turned her head and smiled at him, "You can stay in the town with me for one night first, and I'll help you find your mother tomorrow." ”

“......”

Madara pursed her lips and nodded.

At this time, it was not yet dark, but the city gate had been closed, Yang Youyi flew in directly with Madara Yujian, and when he crossed the city wall, Madara saw the soldiers standing guard with blazing eyes, and the quiver on his back was full of arrows, a look of full guard, but he did not react to the blatant intrusion of the two of them.

Madara waited quietly until he was far away from the city wall and fell to the ground before he spoke, "Why didn't those people who defended the city stop us just now?"

Yang Youyi walked beside him, and bowed her head with a smile when she heard the words, "I used a spell, and they can't see us." ”

Madara's eyes lit up, "Can I learn?"

"Of course, when you get to the resting place in a while, I'll test the spiritual root for you, and you can learn it if you can. ”

"Good!"

The little one immediately smiled.

“......”

The little girl is so cute!

Yang Youyi smiled and touched the top of his head.

Madara didn't pay attention to her movements, and the little guy who got the promise asked with some excitement.

"As long as you use spells, you won't be able to see me?"

"Hmm...... Only those who are lower than you cannot see you. ”

"What does cultivation mean?"

"It's probably the level of your spiritual power cultivation. ”

"Hmm...... Are those white things I see with my divine sense spiritual power?"

Yang Youyi smiled and glanced at Madara, "Are you already able to use your divine sense?"

“......”

The little guy looked down and thought about it, then raised his head and said, "After using it, you can see a very strange world...... Does that mean you can use your sense?"

"Can you already see the Spirit Rhino World?" Yang Youyi raised her voice slightly in surprise, and when she saw the child looking at her with some uneasiness, she slowed down her tone and smiled, "Then you may be a genius." ”

Talented......

Madara blinked, he actually didn't have any idea of what this word meant, he just knew that Yang Youyi was praising himself, so he pursed the corners of his mouth and showed Yang Youyi a smart and clear smile like a deer, "Hmm...... Thank you. ”

Yang Youyi laughed and rubbed the top of Spot's head, her gaze was extraordinarily soft.

Perhaps, after finding the little girl's mother, we can discuss with her and take the child to Xiaoyaomen......

After entering the city, there was no one to be seen on the streets, and the doors of every house were closed, and the two of them walked almost the whole town before finding the only inn to live in.

It was already dark, and the light in the inn was very dim, except for a white candle on the counter of the shopkeeper and the tables of the few guests who were sporadic dining. As soon as the door of the inn opened, the wind blew in, and immediately blew out a few lights, except for the two lamps on the table in front of the shopkeeper and on the table of another female guest, still shaking and barely burning.

The whole inn, no, should say the atmosphere of the whole town is very deserted.

"Do you two play top or stay in the hotel?

The shopkeeper walked down with a candle and re-lit the candles for a few guests.

"Stay in the hotel, give me an upper room, and send some wine and food. ”

Yang Youyi casually took the door and put down a few pieces of broken silver on the counter.

"Okay, you sit down first, wait a minute. ”

“......”

As soon as he entered the inn, the orange cat ran all the way to the table next to the door, and Madara looked down and followed, and saw the orange cat stop next to the female guest, rubbing her legs affectionately.

Madara looked up at the white-clad woman.

It was a very plain face, with a fair complexion and upright facial features, which made people feel very comfortable looking quietly, but it was difficult to recall it when they turned their heads.

When the candle was extinguished, the others reacted more or less, but this person, as if he had known that someone was going to come in, reached out in time to protect the flame of the candle swaying in the wind.

"Sister...... Can I feed the cat with you some fish?"

Madara raised his head and smiled at the female guest, his short curly warm brown hair swaying slightly with his movements.

"Cats?"

The female guest glanced down at the orange cat at her feet, leaned over and carried it to the table, holding chopsticks in her left hand, and put a piece of fish meat in front of the cat.

When the orange cat bowed his head and feasted on a large piece, a tall and thin man with a hat walked in outside the inn.

The female guest glanced up at the man, tugged at Madara's sleeve, and quietly pulled him away.

After Yang Youyi finished talking to the shopkeeper at the counter, she walked over and saw the orange cat eating happily on the table, curled the corners of her mouth, and simply sat down at a table next to the female guest.

While waiting for the food, the hat-bearer who came in later had a little dispute with the shopkeeper, which sounded like there was a problem with the silver given by the hat-bearer.

Madara noticed that Yang Youyi tilted her head and seemed to be very concerned about the movement over there, and although the female guest had been burying her head in eating, she also glanced over there from time to time.

Madara sat on a chair near Yang Youyi's table, and looked over there curiously, but after listening for a while, he didn't understand, he looked at the female guest and whispered, "What are they talking about?"

Although Madara had deliberately lowered his voice, it was still abrupt in the silent inn where no one spoke.

The female guest had been indifferent to the things around her, but when she heard his question, she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, and her smile could not tell whether it was smug or ridiculed.