Occasionally, a few staggering backs quickly disappeared from her sight.

The atmosphere of loneliness and depression wafts in every corner of Huocheng, which makes people feel emotional.

At sunset, the orange afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled on the cold face of the taciturn ink, gilding him with a layer of golden light, driving away the gloom on his body and making him look sunny.

"Is anyone there?" he casually searched for an old house and reached out and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

"Whew!"

Gently pushing open the wooden door that looked not very sturdy, the scene in front of her couldn't help but frown.

The small courtyard was stained with blood, extending to the main house and the side house.

After a few steps inside, the smell of blood became stronger.

But when they searched all the corners of the house, they didn't find any corpses or anything like that.

I changed to another house, continued to knock on the door, as before, every house basically had more or less blood stains, and finally at the moment when the night fell, I walked into a two-story inn.

I thought that I would rest for the night first, and then go to the City Lord's Mansion at dawn tomorrow to have a look, maybe I could find something.

"You... You're not going to rest?" Chu Yuanyang looked at Mo Youhan, who followed into the room.

Mo Youhan shook his head: "Together!"

Chu Yuanyang had a headache, and after thinking about it, anyway, it was just a matter of settling down, and he would follow it, and it was nothing.

In this way, the two reached a consensus, Chu Yuanyang sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, and Mo Youhan also sat cross-legged on the square table not far from her with his eyes closed.

Cultivators naturally have no fear of ghosts, and they will even feel excited for no reason.

But the difference between this demon and the goblin is quite big.

"Wow!"

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the mahogany window.

Both of them opened their eyes at the same time, and their eyes suddenly shot towards the sound.

After a long time, there was no sound except for that sound.

Mo Youhan's face was dark, and he immediately got down from the square table, and flew out of the window without saying a word.

Chu Yuanyang's heart froze, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he chased him out.

Following his back, he came to a deserted old mansion, and there was no trace of Mo Youhan.

She paused, her eyelids drooping in contemplation for a moment, and then leaped into the half-collapsed wall.

"Meow!"

When the night is quiet and the wind is sparse, a cat's meow is particularly terrifying here.

She glanced at the black-haired cat and continued to walk inside.

The ruined house was large and overgrown with half-human-tall weeds, and she looked like Edgeworth flying above it, so it was easier to see clearly, but in that way, if the place was different, she would be exposed.

If you walk on foot like you do now, you will be able to notice the details very clearly, and you will not expose yourself.

I didn't walk long in the weeds when I came to a hallway.

The corridors were littered with spider silk, and the vermilion beams were covered with dust and had lost their original appearance.

It can be seen that it has been uninhabited for many years.

Walk through the hallway to the backyard and open a vermilion door.

The room was very large, with no furniture, but the beams were covered with white curtains, and it was terrible to flutter.

Step by step.

"Bang!" As soon as he stepped in, the door behind him closed strangely.

There was a vigilant mind in his heart, and his eyes kept scanning the entire room.

She had already searched the entire room with her divine vision, and found nothing else out of the ordinary, but her sixth sense told her that there must be something here.

"Whoosh!"

"Huh!"

Hearing the voice, she did not hesitate to make a move.

Bai Guangxian, the sword in her hand fell, and a fluttering white yarn was quickly cut to the ground by her.

The strong wind just now, she can be completely sure that it is definitely not an illusion, there are people here.

"Come out, I know you're here!" Chu Yuanyang hugged his arms and said in a very sure tone.

No one responded, and Chu Yuanyang was not in a hurry, and continued: "I remember your breath, Ji Yan!"

At this moment, all the white curtains in the whole room rose up automatically without wind, and fluttered in great layers, like waves on the sea.

Chu Yuanyang greeted him with an empty palm.

"Boom!" the two air currents collided and made a popping sound.

The clouds cleared, and the white veil around them shattered into white foam, like snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Chu Yuanyang smiled.

The glamorous woman glared at a pair of phoenix eyes: "How do you know my name?"

Chu Yuanyang looked at Zhang's familiar face, and a little kindness arose in his heart: "Do you have a brother?"

Ji Yan frowned: "Naturally not!" and then angrily: "You don't want to talk from my mouth!"

Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand to brush away the white gauze on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Believe it or not, I just want to tell you that I have a friend who looks five or six points similar to you, his name is Ji Yan, and he has a younger sister named Ji Yan, but he disappeared decades ago, so he dared to have this speculation." ”

If that beautiful woman was really Ji Yan, the sister of Feng Lige, and was forced to work for the ancient clan, she could have found a way to get her out.

Mo You said coldly: "Let's go!"

Huocheng was not far from where they were, and it was only an hour before they arrived with flying magic weapons.

The two did not go in directly, but landed outside the city, and asked for two bowls of tea in a simple tea house outside the city.

"Fairy, this is going to enter the city?"

The owner of the tea house is a middle-aged man.

Chu Yuanyang nodded, looking at the boss's worried and speechless look, and couldn't help asking, "But why not?"

The owner of the teahouse sighed and said: "Fairy, the old man advises you not to go in, Huocheng has now become an empty city, only those who flee out, where can they break in like you." ”

"But because of the death of the city lord's family?" the hand holding the teacup paused, and then asked casually.

The owner of the teahouse took off the white rag on his shoulder and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "No, it's not just the city lord's family. As he spoke, he lowered his head and lowered his voice mysteriously: "There was a heart-digging demon who appeared one day, and several people have been killed. It is even rumored that this demon is a member of the ancient clan. ”

Chu Yuanyang's eyes flashed: "Then uncle, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid, I'm naturally afraid, but the devil only shoots at people who look good, and the old man's appearance is still quite safe. The owner of the teahouse said with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Chu Yuanyang gave a rare smile, in this way, wouldn't her appearance be safer?

After leaving the teahouse, he went directly into Huocheng without stagnation.

Sure enough, as the old man said, the once prosperous Huocheng has now become an empty city.

Occasionally, a few staggering backs quickly disappeared from her sight.

The atmosphere of loneliness and depression wafts in every corner of Huocheng, which makes people feel emotional.

At sunset, the orange afterglow of the sunset was sprinkled on the cold face of the taciturn ink, gilding him with a layer of golden light, driving away the gloom on his body and making him look sunny.

"Is anyone there?" he casually searched for an old house and reached out and knocked on the door.

No one responded.

"Whew!"

Gently pushing open the wooden door that looked not very sturdy, the scene in front of her couldn't help but frown.

The small courtyard was stained with blood, extending to the main house and the side house.

After a few steps inside, the smell of blood became stronger.

But when they searched all the corners of the house, they didn't find any corpses or anything like that.

I changed to another house, continued to knock on the door, as before, every house basically had more or less blood stains, and finally at the moment when the night fell, I walked into a two-story inn.

I thought that I would rest for the night first, and then go to the City Lord's Mansion at dawn tomorrow to have a look, maybe I could find something.

"You... You're not going to rest?" Chu Yuanyang looked at Mo Youhan, who followed into the room.

Mo Youhan shook his head: "Together!"

Chu Yuanyang had a headache, and after thinking about it, anyway, it was just a matter of settling down, and he would follow it, and it was nothing.

In this way, the two reached a consensus, Chu Yuanyang sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, and Mo Youhan also sat cross-legged on the square table not far from her with his eyes closed.

Cultivators naturally have no fear of ghosts, and they will even feel excited for no reason.

But the difference between this demon and the goblin is quite big.

"Wow!"

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, there was a sudden knock on the mahogany window.

Both of them opened their eyes at the same time, and their eyes suddenly shot towards the sound.

After a long time, there was no sound except for that sound.

Mo Youhan's face was dark, and he immediately got down from the square table, and flew out of the window without saying a word.

Chu Yuanyang's heart froze, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he chased him out.

Following his back, he came to a deserted old mansion, and there was no trace of Mo Youhan.

She paused, her eyelids drooping in contemplation for a moment, and then leaped into the half-collapsed wall.

"Meow!"

When the night is quiet and the wind is sparse, a cat's meow is particularly terrifying here.

She glanced at the black-haired cat and continued to walk inside.

The ruined house was large and overgrown with half-human-tall weeds, and she looked like Edgeworth flying above it, so it was easier to see clearly, but in that way, if the place was different, she would be exposed.

If you walk on foot like you do now, you will be able to notice the details very clearly, and you will not expose yourself.

I didn't walk long in the weeds when I came to a hallway.

The corridors were littered with spider silk, and the vermilion beams were covered with dust and had lost their original appearance.

It can be seen that it has been uninhabited for many years.

Walk through the hallway to the backyard and open a vermilion door.

The room was very large, with no furniture, but the beams were covered with white curtains, and it was terrible to flutter.

Step by step.

"Bang!" As soon as he stepped in, the door behind him closed strangely.

There was a vigilant mind in his heart, and his eyes kept scanning the entire room.

She had already searched the entire room with her divine vision, and found nothing else out of the ordinary, but her sixth sense told her that there must be something here.

"Whoosh!"

"Huh!"

Hearing the voice, she did not hesitate to make a move.

Bai Guangxian, the sword in her hand fell, and a fluttering white yarn was quickly cut to the ground by her.

The strong wind just now, she can be completely sure that it is definitely not an illusion, there are people here.

"Come out, I know you're here!" Chu Yuanyang hugged his arms and said in a very sure tone.

No one responded, and Chu Yuanyang was not in a hurry, and continued: "I remember your breath, Ji Yan!"

At this moment, all the white curtains in the whole room rose up automatically without wind, and fluttered in great layers, like waves on the sea.

Chu Yuanyang greeted him with an empty palm.

"Boom!" the two air currents collided and made a popping sound.

The clouds cleared, and the white veil around them shattered into white foam, like snowflakes flying all over the sky in winter.

"Sure enough, it's you!" Chu Yuanyang smiled.

The glamorous woman glared at a pair of phoenix eyes: "How do you know my name?"

Chu Yuanyang looked at Zhang's familiar face, and a little kindness arose in his heart: "Do you have a brother?"

Ji Yan frowned: "Naturally not!" and then angrily: "You don't want to talk from my mouth!"

Chu Yuanyang stretched out his hand to brush away the white gauze on his shoulder, and said lightly: "Believe it or not, I just want to tell you that I have a friend who looks five or six points similar to you, his name is Ji Yan, and he has a younger sister named Ji Yan, but he disappeared decades ago, so he dared to have this speculation." ”