The silver bottle fell to the ground with a limp.

"Silverbottle, what's wrong with you?" Song Jingfang bent over and poked her defensively.

Don't move?

Song Jingfang's expression became serious, and he hurriedly probed the snort and pulse of the silver bottle, and made sure that he did not reproduce the accident in which he "accidentally" killed the silver bottle.

For safety, Song Jingfang took the unconscious silver bottle back to the inn.

Doom didn't like the silver bottle very much, and kept giggling at her all the way, and Song Jingfang kicked several times without a long memory.

The night was covered, and no one saw Song Jingfang sneaking people into the inn.

"Old immortal, why don't you take her to see Fu Xin, why do you resist returning to the inn?"

After holding it for a long time, he couldn't help but speak as soon as he entered the house.

"It's so late, it's not to disturb people's rest."

Doom gave her a contemptuous look, "What if you bother?" ”

The ancestors have something to look for, and the juniors have to listen obediently. And you've found the murderer, and it's too late to thank you.

Make such an excuse to fool me, who do you look down on?

Song Jingfang read out its rich inner world from the movements and demeanor of Bad Luck, and said leisurely: "Bad luck, you have to know who is raising you, and you will be able to eat and drink for you." It's a big deal, Baba is replaced by a well-behaved one. ”

If I weren't willing, I wouldn't have bothered to fool you.

The doom chicken wings were retracted, and he stood up straight, well-behaved, "Baba, my son is sleepy." "A 180-degree turn.

Immediately fluttered into Song Jingfang's chicken nest with a quilt for it, "Good night." ”

Song Jingfang nodded charitalianly, "Sleep~"

Doom shrank his head and buried himself in the chicken coop and fell asleep in seconds.

Count you as a kid.

Turning around, Song Jingfang's shoulders drooped and sighed heavily. Even the dead chicken cub could see that something was wrong with her, she was really too hard.

Not only could she not take the silver bottle to find Fu Xin, but she also had to protect the silver bottle from being discovered by Fu Xin.

Thinking back to a series of events in the east of the city just now, it revealed a thick weirdness.

It seems that Yinbei'er is the murderer, but her various abnormal behaviors make her suspicious.

There is a time lag in between, and the person who died tonight can't be sure that it was killed by Yinhua'er, even if it was the person who was before.

The experience of the past 18 years has taught her that seeing is believing, and even seeing is not necessarily true.

In the shack, the silver bottle flew away and her reaction after being kicked by her, which made her feel strange.

It's not at all like a year ago, when I only cried and cried, and was extremely hypocritical.

Song Jingfang looked at Xiao Liniang's face, "Yinhua'er, if you change your body, will you even change your personality together?" ”

I don't know when Yinhua'er will wake up, in order to let herself sleep peacefully, Song Jingfang cast a spell on the doors and windows to prevent her from having a chance to sneak out.

Collapsed on the bed in a large shape, and opened his eyes in a daze.

In the past, when I read novels, I felt that the characters in the books were very low-level and mentally retarded from God's point of view, but now it's my turn, and I just want to stay where it's cool.

From the time she was thrown down by the cuckold and fell to her death, the plot has gone off the rails.

was hunted down, burned by fire, racked his brains to learn Buddhism's magical powers, and did not dare to slack off, for fear that he would be killed by a monster or someone like an ant, without any ability to resist.

It's so tired, really tired.

If you can go back, you can go back if you complete the mission.

Song Jingfang was wrapped in a quilt and curled up into a shrimp-like shape, drowsy and sleepy.

A dreamless night.

"Giggle~"

Song Jingfang was asleep, closed his eyes and opened his bad luck by feeling, don't make trouble.

Bad luck was beaten to a pestle, and the chicken's mouth hit the edge of the bed.

It's so hanging, fortunately, the master is athletic, otherwise he would have fallen into the mud.

"The old immortal is lying on the outside."

"What?" Song Jingfang sat up in confusion.

Outside the door, Fu Xin politely knocked on the door, "Master, have you gotten up, the disciple has something important to report." ”

Who?

Fuxin?

Can't let him take the silver bottle!

"You go downstairs and wait for me."

Song Jingfang crawled out of the quilt, hurriedly dressed in a hurry, his pants were twisted into a lump, and he didn't pass it on for a long time.

I took the time to look at the silver bottle, and it was okay, I was still asleep. Reach out and pull the cover, cover her, don't let Fu Xin find out.

How can it be the same as cheating......

Fu Xin said respectfully: "The disciple has something important, can the master open the door?" ”

He's coming in!

"No, I'm not wearing clothes, you go downstairs and wait for me." Song Jingfang's heart is like a drum.

I'm so nervous...... Nervous fart, she didn't cheat.

You can't say important things in a crowded place, Fu Xin explained to Song Jingfang, "Master, the downstairs lobby is mixed with dragons and snakes, not ......"

"Smack!" The door opened and closed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Jingfang appeared outside the door.

Straighten the collar and lean against the door panel, "I'm fine, what's the matter, let's talk." ”

Wipe the sweat from my head, early in the morning, I'm in a hurry.

"Master, the monster appeared last night."

Song Jingfang restrained his desire to look into the house, and pretended not to know, "Appeared?" What kind of monster, did you catch it? ”

"It's a black bird, the ancestor atoned for his sins, the disciple was not good at cultivation, and when he arrived at the house where the monster was hiding, the monster was gone."

Last night, the demonic energy suddenly exploded, and he hurried to the place where the demonic qi appeared after sensing it, only to see the bird feathers left in place.

Ebony Bird, suddenly a demonic outbreak?

Song Jingfang didn't react for a moment, and immediately remembered the abrupt crow cry when he was following the silver bottle last night.

Lie down! A layer of cold sweat erupted on his back.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

His ability is still too weak, and he didn't know anything about being followed by monsters all the way.

Song Jingfang sighed and patted Fu Xin's shoulder. If you make a mistake, save yourself once, and your attitude towards him will be better in the future.

I don't know why, and I was creepy by Song Jingfang's slightly loving eyes.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you fail this time, next time you work hard, you'll always catch the monster."

Song Jingfang, who radiated the brilliance of motherhood, comforted Fu Xin, but he was not distracted at all.

Fu Xin's expression was heavy, "Next time, it's the lives of dozens of people, Master, we must catch the monster as soon as possible!" ”

"What dozens?"

"This morning, someone went to the government to report to the official, and 56 people died in the resettlement of displaced people in the east of the city."

Song Jingfang couldn't stay calm anymore, it was impossible, when she left last night, it was clear that only one person died.

Could it be that the black bird escaped through the east of the city and had a full meal by the way? Then this bird is too bold.

"And this time it is more serious than before, in addition to the abdomen and abdomen, all the internal organs are gone, and the head is also missing."

The heads are gone?!

Appetite is rising.

"Then can I guess that the demonic arts cultivated by the demon have reached a deeper level?" Simple human internal organs can no longer meet its cultivation needs.

"The disciple is not sure."

What kind of answer is this, Song Jingfang looked at him, "I'm not sure what it means?" ”

Fu Xin told the truth, "The disciple found traces of Taoist spells on the corpse. ”