Chapter 547: Old Ancestor's Sick and Weak Husband (Three or Four)

The shopkeeper stumbled and ran to return the money to them.

Walking ahead, the tallest man suddenly grabbed the shopkeeper's shoulder.

was so frightened that the hairs on the back of the shopkeeper were about to stand up, but he heard him: "No." ”

Then the three of them slowly left in almost unison.

Wait for the three of them to leave the inn.

The shopkeeper was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to hold his arm.

"Shopkeeper, are you alright?"

The shopkeeper was dripping in cold sweat, and said anxiously as if he had escaped death: "Close the door, close the door!" ”

The shopkeeper felt inexplicable, but still closed the door.

Not far away, Fuyue, who was watching the movement in the inn, touched his nose.

Is the Gu poison she refined too terrifying?

Why is this shopkeeper so scared?

Thinking like this, she tightened her eyebrows, followed and looked at the three of them, and finally landed on their faces.

Suddenly, I figured it out.

I was sure that it was because the faces of these three people were too ugly! That's why the shopkeeper is scared like this.

……

The trio did not disappoint her.

After following the three of them for six days, they finally came to the lair and met the visitors.

The man looked at the three people who were in tatters, like refugees, and frowned.

"Where are the children you are looking for?" He was extremely displeased.

The three of them smiled in unison and replied, "It was robbed by the bandits." ”

Now, the person who came to answer realized that something was wrong with the three of them.

Be wary of retreating and running away.

The floating moon fell from the roof of the house, blocking his way.

Looking at the middle-aged man with a panicked expression, Fuyue smiled slightly: "Since you're here, leave your life behind." ”

She spoke, and the man was furious, and he struck at her face with black mana.

Looking at the ability that belonged to the evil cultivator, Fuyue's face was slightly gloomy and she fought with him.

However, this person is not good at learning, and he is not afraid to touch the entry, and he was subdued by her in two clicks.

And Fuyue did not delay in directly injecting spiritual power into his mind and reading his memory.

In the end, when she let go of the middle-aged man.

His face was dull, and he directly turned into an idiot.

After taking out the paper figure she made last night, turning into a man who looks exactly like this person, and wrapping it in a black cloak.

After looking at the paper figure in front of him that was exactly the same as the middle-aged man, Fuyue nodded with satisfaction.

After raising her hand and throwing a few black pills into the mouths of the three people she controlled.

Picked up by the paper man, one big and one small quickly disappeared in place.

In the northernmost part of the town, there is a vast black forest.

After following the memories into this area.

The surrounding environment is becoming more and more quiet and weird, the floating moon does not change color, and the scene of being pretended to be unconscious by the paper man in his hand, but secretly observing.

I don't know how long I walked.

The paper figure suddenly stopped, and a fishy smell came to his nose.

Then a rough man-like voice came into my ears.

"Why are you so slow?" The youkai stretched out the vine to take the floating moon in his hand.

Displeased: "Why is it just one this time, waste!" ”

Just as the vines were about to roll up the floating moon, a sharp sword suddenly flew out from behind the paper man.

It turned directly to the stage, and countless vines emerged from behind the dryad.

A roar suddenly sounded, and as soon as the rattan that was holding the floating moon loosened, she flew up, grabbed the long sword and stood in the air, looking at the stinking dryad with extreme disgust.

"I thought it was something powerful, but it turned out to be just a hundred-year-old dryad, heh."