After nightfall, many people began to feel drowsy and yawn as they raised their hands.

The group of people during the day were now in an inn room, and they sat around discussing things, but it didn't take long for them to feel a little sleepy and yawn.

Seeing this, Song Lao immediately said, "Spirit point! ”

So, they continued to discuss for a while, but it was only a quarter of an hour, and one of them said, "Old Song, why don't we talk about it tomorrow?" ”

"It's almost time now, let's go back and rest first, and we can get up early tomorrow to hurry."

"Wait for me, I'll go too."

As he spoke, there were two people who wanted to go out, but Song Lao pointed at them and scolded: "You want to be lazy and don't cultivate, don't you?" The old man hasn't been sleepy yet, you young man, are you starting to be lazy when the master is not there? ”

At this time, they should be cultivating, and those who cultivate immortals, whether they sleep or not, in fact, it is not a big deal.

"No, I wonder how I usually go to bed so early, but today I may be in a hurry, I'm too tired, so I ......" One of them yawned sleepily before he could finish speaking.

This sentence made Song Lao fall into deep thought.

Compared with the listlessness of others, he seems to be much more energetic at the moment, to say that it is nothing to say that he is usually sleepy alone, but seeing these people sleepy together, he immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Don't sleep! Give me a little bit of energy! ”

He yelled at them, and even reached out to pull them back, with a fierce expression on his face.

During the day, they felt something was wrong, so they went around the whole of Anseong, but found nothing.

Originally, I thought that the compass was really broken, and I thought about it a lot, so I didn't take it seriously after that, but now it seems that Song Lao feels that this matter is not so simple.

"Old Song, what are you doing?"

"Forget it, I'm not going to sleep, right?"

The others didn't quite understand Song Lao's approach, and only didn't let them sleep because he thought they were lazy again.

"In short, you are not allowed to sleep, give the old man some spirits!"

Song Lao warned them, and then walked out of the room, looked at the situation outside, and found that it was empty outside, and many people had already gone back to their rooms to sleep one after another.

Now, he can really tell that there is a problem!

"Song Lao ......"

Someone in the room called him softly, and as soon as Song Lao turned around, he saw two people lying on the table and falling asleep, while the others were holding on, but it could be seen that they couldn't last long.

"You ......" Song Lao was angry, rushed over with an angry face, stretched out his hand and grabbed them vigorously: "Is sleeping or life important?" The old man is afraid that your life will be gone after you sleep! ”

However, it was useless, they were so sleepy that they refused to wake up no matter how Song Lao screamed, and then the remaining few people also fell asleep, and at this moment, almost the entire Anseong lights were turned off and fell into silence.

But Song Lao didn't fall asleep like them, he clearly felt that he was very awake, and then he tried several ways to wake them up, but to no avail.

……

The streets of Anseong are silent, except for gusts of wind blowing by, rolling up the light hem of the clothes.

Song Lao walked on the street alone, looking left and right, his eyes were eager, he wanted to find out what was going on with all this, and he would never allow monsters to do anything!

Standing in an attic, Feng Qingyan looked at him.

"Is that guy okay?" The shadow wind beside him felt strange, after all, he had been in the city for two days, and he was also aware of the strangeness in this city, and the reason why they were okay was just the beads given by Feng Qingyan.

"It's normal, there are always a few people in this world who are exceptions." Feng Qingyan's expression was very indifferent.

Shadowwind nodded approvingly.

Feng Qingyan looked at that person, and his calm eyes deepened a little: "I have to find a way to lure him away, or trap him, at least don't jump out of the way tonight." ”

What she's going to do, Shadow Wind doesn't know, but there should be something important tonight. After thinking about it, Shadow Wind volunteered to stand up, "County Lord, this old man's cultivation is not bad, let his subordinates personally lead him away." ”

"No, I'll solve this matter, since he wants to find a problem, then let's let him find it." Her eyes were unusually calm, and there was not much warmth in her tone.

So, Shadow Wind didn't say anything more.

……

Song Lao took the compass and walked along a road, the pointer on his compass was still rotating, and it could be seen that the rotation was stronger than during the day.

It's just that in this case, he hasn't figured out the specific location so far, so he can only look at the situation while walking.

But suddenly, the pointer stopped, it pointed in one of the directions, and when Song Lao's gaze followed, he saw a red shadow that flashed in an instant.

"It's evil!" His eyes lit up, and he didn't care about anything else at the moment, so he directly put away the compass, and then used the spiritual power in his body to chase out the red shadow.

Seeing this, the corners of the lips of the breezy face slightly outlined a satisfied arc, and the evening breeze blew the hair messily across the cheeks, and the night was thick, but it was not as attractive as her smile.

……

In the middle of the night, a carriage drove outside the city, and then the gates were opened, and the coachman drove into the city.

Feng Qingyan in the dark saw it, her eyes narrowed, and then the black spirit floated out from the side very familiarly, and said to her, "King, that's it." ”

"Let's go." Feng Qingyan's voice was indifferent, and he turned around while retracting his gaze, and walked down with the shadow wind.

After the carriage stopped, Feng Qingyan was already standing on the street not far away with a team of secret guards.

Then, she walked over herself.

The black cat still stayed in the dark, watching them, and at this moment, the black cat also jumped out and crouched beside him.

The coachman stood beside the carriage, bowed respectfully, and said to Feng Qingyan: "Lord of the city, what you want has been brought, and the little one will retreat." ”

Feng Qingyan waved his hand, and the coachman turned around and left directly after retreating, and left the city gate after a while.

Then she walked to the carriage again, reached out and drew the curtain, and saw a man sitting in the carriage.

It was a man, about sixty years old, very cleanly dressed, some long gray hair was tied up, and his skin was somewhat abnormally sickly white.

His face was wrinkled, his mind was in a trance, and he lowered his eyes blankly, as if he couldn't perceive everything outside, and he didn't look very good, thinking that he must have experienced something.

"You ......" Feng Qingyan wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he had to stop.

Not far away, Shadow Wind kept watching them, and vaguely he could see a figure in the carriage.

But who could this person be?

"Lu is still." Feng Qingyan thought for a while, looked at the man in the carriage, and softly read out these three words.