Suddenly, the sky was full of dark clouds, and I saw that the dark clouds turned into a black ghost, slowly opening their bloody mouths, regardless of it, they rushed to the crowd, devouring it with all their might, everyone walking on the street, slowly entangled the people on the street, only to see the pedestrians talking and laughing one by one, and seemed to be unmoved, maybe they couldn't see the black fog at all.

The scholar's eyes widened suddenly, he took out a silver needle from his hand, and quickly threw it at the black mist, and the black mist disappeared in an instant, as if he had lost his life, and after a short moment, there were patches of white powder left on the street.

Xiao Er glared at the scholar suspiciously, glanced forward and hurriedly asked, "Guest officer, can you see that black mist?" ”

"Fortunately, it's just a little bit occasionally, and I suddenly feel upset, and when I turn my head, a black mist is pressing on the stone, so I habitually take out the needle and throw it over, I hope it doesn't scare you." I saw the scholar explaining slowly, casually drinking the cup of tea in his hand.

"But luckily, he's dead, and no one will know that he was here." Xiao Er said with some righteousness, vaguely feeling some luck, and showing a surprised smile.

The scholar looked at Xiao Er on the side with a puzzled expression, and said confusedly: "Can you also see the black fog on it clearly?" ”

"Maybe after living here for a long time, I can feel everything new, and if I say that strangers come up on the street, I can smell her." The shopkeeper muttered to himself on the side, his eyes still looking at the powder on the street from time to time.

"Guest officer, I advise you to leave Poplar Town as soon as possible." The shopkeeper stood aside, his face changed greatly, and he didn't look back when he looked out the window, so he said.

"Why?" The scholar asked suspiciously?

"The black fog you saw fighting, although it has disappeared, the essence is still here." Looking at the powder on the ground, Xiao Er straightened up, and suddenly his whole body seemed to change into a different person, and he kept trembling.

The powder on the ground is his essence, that is, his bones, if I guess correctly, he is already controlled by the Red King, and those white powders on the ground are the only things that control him, the scholar looked at the shopkeeper with a calm face and pointed to the white powder on the ground.

The shopkeeper glanced at him suspiciously, and said: "The white powder of the Red King, not everyone can bear it, let alone you, even if I live here for a long time, I may not be able to completely control him." ”

The scholar slowly raised his head, touched the back of his head, reversed his hand once, took the silver needle back, and gradually threw it into the sleeve, in fact, it doesn't matter whether he dies or not, the important thing is that I already know who is controlling him, "Bother you to tell your master, don't underestimate us too much, maybe we can defeat him." ”

The scholar said calmly, "There are celestial beings outside the sky, and they are even more immeasurable." ”

The shopkeeper was depressed for a moment, turned his head and was stunned, staring at him without turning his eyes.

"How do you know that I'm not human, aren't you afraid that I will suck your essence? Is it? Xiao Er asked with a puzzled expression.

"If you're going to suck my aura, you'll get me out of here, and if you have good intentions, why can't I be friends with you?" I saw that the scholar smiled slightly, sat on Zhuo, picked up the cup of tea, and gradually drank it.

In an instant, the shopkeeper actually lay on the ground, his eyes widened, and he plopped, revealing a bloody face, which made the scholar frightened for a moment, and the child was paralyzed on the ground, convulsing constantly.

He stammered, "It turns out that you have such a face, at first I only knew that you should be possessed by a demon, I really didn't expect your original form to be so miserable, it's really a sin." ”

He looked at Xiao Erzhu, who was paralyzed on the ground, walked over slowly, and said, "How do you know that the red line can save your lives and allow you to break free from the shackles of the Red King?" He sat quietly on the ground and spoke carefully.

"Of course I know that the red line is the Red King's favorite, it can increase its mana and better control us, but our thinking is not made up out of thin air, we also have thoughts, and we don't want to be coerced, we also have souls, we also have our own ideas, and we don't want to be oppressed by the Red King all the time, so I need that red line on your body." I saw that the shopkeeper stood up unhurriedly, turned into a handsome face, went directly to the topic, and reached out to grab the red thread.

The scholar stammered and opened his mouth, he didn't know how vicious the evil ghost in front of him was, and said with a puzzled expression: "How do you know that there is a line on the Red King, and you don't know what happened?" ”

The scholar blindly sought answers, not knowing what kind of life and death danger he would face now.

"Although I have a red thread on my body, he has become one with me, and you can't get it." I saw the scholar think for a minute and said slowly.

"Wherever it is, I have a way to get my hands on it." After speaking, the shopkeeper approached step by step.

The scholar slowly raised his hand, put it on the book, and looked at the red thread that was integrated into his flesh and blood blurred body with a friendly face, and gradually a black mist was pulled out, and he saw the red thread floating in the air, constantly wandering.

This red thread seems to be reluctant to give up on the scholar, and it is still lingering in the palm of his hand, unwilling to leave for a long time.

At this time, a few people came to the inn, immediately opened the door, sat down at the table not far away, looked at the limp scholar on the ground, looked at it, saw the blood red on the ground, and walked over still.

"How come there are humans here in this place, the store is really not interesting, such a good food, I can enjoy it alone, and I don't tell my brothers." I saw these people, without a good face, staring at him without turning their eyes, their hands were gradually clenched into fists, ready to snatch wildly.

"How is it on my turf? Do you also want to be rude? I saw that the shopkeepers worked hard together, and with a wave of their hands, they grabbed them in the palm of their hands and slowly locked their bodies.

I saw that the strength in his hand gradually increased, and the person in his hand slowly disappeared, and the red line left behind made it swallow in his mouth immediately, enjoying the meal sent by the person alone, completely intoxicated and unable to extricate himself, obviously having forgotten the unrecognizable scholar underground.