"Oops, forgot the footprints on the ground. ”

It was a dirt road, but it had rained and the ground was full of muddy water, and the few steps he had taken had left marks on the ground.

Although in order to avoid making too loud noises, he walked very lightly with every step, but he couldn't help but leave traces, not to mention that Xiuwei couldn't adapt to his current body all of a sudden.

There was always something incongruous, on the ground, starting in the mud and ending beside the big tree where he was now hiding, as if to tell others that there was a problem here.

At around eight o'clock at night, even if the lights are on nearby, it is rare to hear the sound of talking, and it is possible that someone else has done a good job of soundproofing.

In short, coupled with the rain and the arrival of night, there was only Qingyu left outside except for the husband, and there was no other footsteps to be seen.

Most of the time the rain has just stopped, even if there were any footsteps, it has been diluted, and after the rain stops, no one will come out when night falls.

What's more, even if you don't look closely, your footprints can be seen to be abnormal, the footprints are walking towards the big tree, and the traces that come actually stop in the mud.

It seems to appear out of thin air, so how can the husband not notice.

However, the husband is near, and he has no time to erase the traces, let alone hide himself.

When—

"When the time comes, the weather is dry and dry, be careful of the candles. ”

As if to tell the time, he said one more word.

The husband's voice was so close that it was only a room or two away, and the big tree where he was hiding now was a locust tree.

It is an old tree, and the trunk can only be hugged by at least three people, and you can barely see some of the yellowed leaves, most of which are from late summer to early autumn.

But I don't know what the climate is like here, anyway, it won't be spring or winter.

"Normally, it's rare for someone to grow locust trees in this kind of place, right?"

"Does this seem to be the head of the village, or the head of the town?

The locust tree is a feminine plant in the world in the previous life or here, and it was okay in the previous life, but there was no extraordinary power over there.

There are really ghosts and gods here, and the locust tree beckons ghosts, although in this kind of world, ghosts are not terrifying.

But in this kind of village, which is basically a mortal town, it is not certain.

Ordinary Yin Soul Wild Ghosts are not something that ordinary people can fight against, just they mortals can't touch them, and their ability to touch mortals is very tricky.

And although the locust tree is said to be unlucky, it is generally fine, however, in a place like the Xuan Realm, there are too many uncertain factors.

An ordinary locust tree can become a spiritualizing yin tree at any time.

"I remember that there is a saying that there are locust trees that cannot be planted in the courtyard? This is a place similar to the head of the village, it should be just a coincidence. ”

The husband walked over slowly, Qingyu couldn't help but hold his breath, and suddenly came to this strange environment, and was sealed Xiuwei.

What's more, he is not a reckless person, but except for a little flustery at the beginning, the rest is fine, and he needs to be cautious at this time.

I don't know the place of life, and I haven't cultivated yet, in a place like the valley, who knows what will happen.

Pedal Pedal –

Footsteps are getting closer, and a small knock can be heard, presumably as a gong is striking while walking.

When—

"When the time comes, the weather is dry and dry, be careful of the candles. ”

He raised the gong and struck it with a wooden hammer, and the sound of the gong was incessant, as if it were going to resound throughout the village and town.

I'm not afraid of affecting other people's rest, it's not so much a change of people, it's more like an alarm clock, but the alarm clock at this point is really weird.

I couldn't hear it very clearly when I was far away before, but now it is much clearer when I get closer, as if it is a loud noise that wants to deafen others.

It's still so loud at night, I don't know if I think it's time to get up in the morning and work.

"Maybe it's really morning at this time?" Qingyu looked at the sky again, there was no moon, no stars, only a few clouds.

It feels reasonable if it's morning.

However, he believed in his biological clock, and what his husband said was also dry and dry, and the phrase "be careful of the fire candle", and nothing else.

"I always feel that if this is the case all the time, this husband will be forced to run away in a few days. ”

The gong is so loud at night, and I am not afraid to wake others up.

..................

When he thought so, the figure of the husband appeared more clearly in his vision, which seemed a little blurred because of the night, and it was no longer the black shadow holding the gong and hammer just now.

Against the backdrop of the houses lit with candles around him, he saw that the husband was a middle-aged man with no expression.

He was dressed in a rustic brown suit, with a style all over his body, holding a gong and a hammer in both hands.

With a short beard on his face, he seems to add a touch of unique temperament to him, and he is the type that can be seen at a glance in the crowd.

Qingyu shrank into the trunk, praying that he would not be discovered, while thinking about what to do if he was discovered.

He had already figured out all sorts of ways to make him unconscious without making a sound for a short time.

As long as this husband is still a mortal who has not cultivated, Qingyu is now cultivated to be sealed, and he can't even use the ability of instinct and the ability to observe the strength of others.

In the past, he could easily see at a glance what other people were cultivating, but now, he could only observe through his footsteps and external complexion.

This husband, he can only say that he is open to five or five, he may be a mortal, he may be a monk, his steps are steady, his blood is sufficient, and his face is ruddy.

Even if you're not a monk, it's not easy to mess with.

His pupils dilated and he became nervous, and the husband was about to pass by him, which meant that the other party might see strange footprints on the ground.

Qingyu was ready to face the enemy, his eyes did not blink, and he looked at the husband deadly, as long as the other party discovered his existence and noticed the footprints on the ground.

He immediately rushed out, even if he didn't cultivate, his own physical fitness was not bad, a monk in the Naling period didn't use other means to fight him hand-to-hand, then he would definitely win.

His combat experience plus all kinds of skills are not bad.

The husband muttered to himself, "It's dry, well, it's dry." ”

He didn't look like the weather was dry, should it be changed to rain and cool, and there was rain on fire.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it, he tapped the gong in his hand, and the sound he made was not loud but lingering, "The rain is slightly cool, and there is rain on the fire." ”

"Hmm..... The second sentence doesn't work. ”

He shook his head, unconcerned, "Well, it's a quiet day too." ”

"There are no ghosts in the locust trees, nothing in the villages, and no thefts. ”

"There are no ghosts in the locust tree, this sentence ...... Not bad. With a few casual words, he walked away.