The girl took broken steps, moved in front of Su Han, stretched out her hand and held Su Han's hand, Su Han only felt a cold feeling at her fingertips, and there seemed to be no temperature.

The girl's eyes sparkled, and she said softly, "Isn't it cold outside?" Let's go inside and warm up. ”

Su Han followed the girl to the front of the house, and suddenly his heart sank, and he shouted, "Who are you?!" The girl in front of her paused, her body began to tremble slightly, her head slowly grew larger, her throat made a hoarse and ugly sound, and finally turned into a monster with a normal human body, but the head was ten times the size of an ordinary person!

Su Han retreated to the gate of the courtyard, and the monster turned around suddenly, only to see her hair scattered, her face was blurred with flesh and blood, her eyes were exposed, and she opened her mouth wide, flowing out purple-black viscous blood, which dripped on the ground and turned into a trace of black gas.

The monster fell on all fours, and craned its neck, as if it was too heavy for its skull to support.

The monster wandered more than ten meters in front of Su Han, but its bare eyes kept staring at Su Han, and after a while, it stood up, twisted its body, its face was strange, its eyes bulged, its throat slowly bulged a big bag, moved upward, and finally vomited a bloody human head, rolled to Su Han's feet, and it was the head of the girl before!

Su Han trembled, he completely lost the ability to think, he just instinctively retreated, and hit the wall in a few steps.

The monster landed on all fours again and crawled towards Su Han, its head couldn't help but tap, and those terrible eyes were still staring at Su Han.

The speed of the monster became faster and faster, and finally it jumped up, opened its mouth, and seemed to bite Su Han with a strange smile, Su Han could even see the squirming hook in its mouth, and even in its throat, there was an eye the size of a fist!

Su Han wanted to run, but it was too late, and the fishy breath in the monster's mouth had already hit his face.

But at this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out of Su Han's pocket, and the monster screamed, and immediately turned around and ran away, disappearing into the black fog.

After experiencing a moment of suffocation, Su Han gasped for breath at this time, his whole body was sore, his clothes were wet with sweat, and he quickly took out the golden light in his pocket, only to find that it was the prescription given to him by Chu Han.

Su Han checked carefully and found that this prescription actually drew an imperceptible spell, he was afraid for a while, if it wasn't for Chu Han worrying that something would happen to him, he hid a golden light talisman in the prescription, how could he be alive today?

However, Su Han knew that this golden light talisman could only protect him for a while, and once the golden light dissipated, the monster would definitely go and return.

Su Han froze, pondered the ins and outs, and finally looked at the dry well, where the cold was still bubbling and melting into the dark background.

"I see." Su Han hooked his lips and smiled, and said loudly: "Which friend is pretending to be a ghost here?" Don't you think it's too cheap to use illusions? ”

Su Han screamed a few times, but no one answered, he shook his head, walked to the well, and said to himself, "Then it's broken." ”

As he spoke, he pinched a palm thunder, and the thunder in his hand shone brightly, and he was about to blast down.

And at this moment, the golden light converged, the surroundings returned to darkness again, the roof of the hut, the monster's huge head slowly appeared from behind the ridge, the bloody face was squirming, the bloodshot eyes began to ooze blood, she opened her mouth wide, the big eyes of the throat emitted a faint purple light, staring at Su Han deadly.

The thunder light in Su Han's hand disappeared, and he looked directly at the pupils in the monster's throat, the monster seemed to be provoked, roared wildly, jumped down, opened his big mouth and bit down at Su Han!

Su Han slowly closed his eyes, a cold current passed through his heart, and then the cold wind around him, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already a clear sky and moonlight, Zimo was sleeping soundly at his feet, and he himself was in front of the Taihe Palace.

Su Han didn't panic, looked around, and saw a figure turning over the palace wall from afar, and a cold snort sounded in Su Han's ears: "Hmph, the concentration is good, but next time you won't be so lucky." ”

Su Han picked up Zimo, frowned, and muttered, "This remnant Chinese...... The Japanese are getting worse and worse at studying. ”

Su Han was very strange, what was the Japanese going to do just now? If you want to kill yourself, why do you use this kind of illusion that looks scary, but has no killing power? Could it be that he can only use illusions, and he scares people to death by illusions? However, this kind of method can only be more effective against ordinary people, and for cultivators, as long as they are determined, it is unlikely that they will be scared to death.

Su Han didn't bother thinking about it to no avail, he always felt that the person who attacked him didn't seem to really want to kill him.

At this time, it was midnight, Su Han was wandering around the palace, and secretly thought to himself that since he was going to attend a banquet with Wen Xinlong, it didn't seem good that he was sloppy, so he found a bathing center, took a comfortable bath, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and it was the first time in half a year that he was so happy. After washing, I ate a lot of free buffets, burped, and then left satisfied.

When it was dawn, Su Han took out the savings he had looted in Wa State, and went to the clothing store to change into a decent outfit, a pair of black travel shoes, blue-black jeans, a pure white close-fitting T-shirt, plus a light black hoodie, with a price of less than four figures, the whole person is a lot younger, and he has a bit of vitality at this age.

Zimo squatted at his feet, looked up at him, looked at the stinky Su Han in the mirror, and licked his paws boredly. To read

Su Han arrived at the clinic early to wait, and Wen Xinlong finished the work at hand, so he took Su Han to Wang De, the person at the front door.

Wang De is also a well-known brand in the country, the ancient gatehouse, it looks quite charming, usually people come and go, there is an endless stream, but today it was covered by this group of practitioners.

Su Han followed Wen Xinlong into the house, and at a glance, there were already many guests here, they were in groups of three or five, just like ordinary people, leaning against the wall or sitting around the table of eight immortals drinking tea and chatting, although there were fifty or sixty people in the hall on the first floor, it was not noisy.

If you look closely, there are old and young, men and women, but most of them are men. They had different appearances, and they were wearing the clothes that normal people usually wore, so it was not at all obvious that these people were cultivators.

"Uncle Master, it's early." Someone behind him shouted, Su Han turned around with Wen Xinlong, and the person who came was a white and clean young man wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, about twenty years old, with yellow broken hair, and a sunny smile.

Wen Xinlong nodded: "Morning, what about your master?" ”

The young man said: "I don't know, maybe it's still on the way, I'll call him, the master will go inside first, and the third master will be inside." ”

The young man quickly glanced at Su Han and left with a smile.

Wen Xinlong took Su Han and walked inside, and said, "That is my fifth junior brother's personal disciple just now, called Fang Yu, his talent is also considered to be in the middle of the class, and it seems that he just got married a few days ago. ”

Wen Xinlong nodded to some cultivators who greeted him as he spoke, and stopped at a table of eight immortals under the gaze of a middle-aged Taoist priest.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was wearing a white-washed light blue robe, and under his feet was also a pair of cloth shoes with white uppers, with a thin figure, prominent cheekbones, sunken cheeks, skin like a dead tree, hair like hemp rope, a nose like an eagle's hook, eyebrows so light that it was almost invisible, and there was no kind feeling when he smiled, but a little scary.

"Senior brother, please be seated." Unexpectedly, he was so thin, but his voice was as loud as a bell, and as soon as he spoke, the buzz in the whole room became quieter, and many people looked this way, and then looked at each other and smiled, and then continued the previous conversation.

The middle-aged Taoist priest smiled embarrassedly, and then deliberately lowered his voice: "It's foreign again." ”

Wen Xinlong led Su Han to sit down opposite him, poured three cups of tea, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yang, this mixed yuan Yiqi is more proficient than five years ago." Then, he looked at Su Han, "This is my third junior brother Yang Yun, you ...... Just call him Uncle Yang. ”

Yang Yun was stunned for a moment and asked, "Senior brother, is this kid your new disciple?" ”

Wen Xinlong took a sip of tea and shook his head: "I'm not qualified to be a master for him, but let's do it now." ”

Yang Yun frowned, although his senior brother is dedicated to the cause of Jishidu, how can he also be an immortal golden body level master, as the eldest disciple of the Quanzhen Dragon Gate, as soon as the letter of the apprentice is released, how many young junjie have sharpened their heads and squeezed under his door, what is the origin of this kid in front of him?

Wen Xinlong knew what he was thinking, and said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Yang, don't worry too much about some things, this kid's surname is Song, do you understand?" ”

Yang Yun exclaimed: "Song ......" His voice was no different from shouting, and it suddenly attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

Yang Yun smiled awkwardly: "Song ...... Good tea! As he spoke, he quickly took a sip of tea.

Someone laughed and said, "Yo, this tea is a supermarket product when you taste it?" Why is Yang Zhenren so excited? The people around laughed, Yang Yun glared, and said in a deep voice: "Yang someone has drunk too much hairy red robe, and he thinks that the supermarket goods are delicious, do you have any opinions?" ”

The man smiled: "Don't dare, don't dare, Yang Zhenren has a unique taste, no wonder no one can stand it when he roars out." ”

Yang Yun snorted, and when no one paid attention to this, he quietly dipped his finger in some tea, and drew a question mark on the table at an angle that Su Han couldn't see.

Wen Xinlong lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to his eyes, and by drinking tea, he also dipped his index finger in some tea, and when he was chatting, he quietly wrote the word "Yuntian" on the side of the cup far away from Su Han, and then stroked it gently, picked up the teacup, and hung it on his sleeve, leaving no trace.

Yang Yun was surprised in his heart, he didn't understand why that person's son was with Wen Xinlong.

"Hey, the people from the Zhengyi Sect are here."

Su Han followed the prestige, and saw four or five people coming in at the door, the first one was shriveled and thin, with sharp beak monkey cheeks and a goatee.