Chapter 95: The Little Tower That Suddenly Disappeared

Hua Rou Wu returned to Qi's mansion, and within two days, he heard the news that the small tower was closed.

The good auction hall flourished, but overnight, it suddenly disappeared.

It is rumored that the boss Hu Jiao provoked someone who should not be provoked, and there was a death in the building, the deceased was a woman, her body was stripped naked, but she was not robbed, and there was a dragon scale dagger in her chest, and the government did not dare to interfere.

So, Hu Jiao packed up his belongings, could only smear oil on the soles of his feet, and left Pingying City overnight.

It's just that because of Hu Jiao's connections and his reputation, it is really difficult to avoid people's eyes.

In previous years, Hu Jiao once opened an underground casino, which pitted a group of people in the rivers and lakes, and lost all their money. Now, the water dog was beaten, and it didn't take long for someone to find Hu Jiao's body in a black river.

Up and down the body, the skin is open and the flesh is open, and there is no good place.

Hu Jiao's death is like a gust of wind, a cool autumn wind. It blew lightly through the streets and alleys of Heizakura Castle, blowing down the withered catalpa leaves without leaving a trace.

The flower fat mist listened to it with palpitations.

Everyone in the Qi Mansion was busy preparing for the Xianmen Examination. Most of the time, Qi Yan stayed in the study, entrusting his business affairs to the housekeeper Qian Wen. And the flower fat mist, since becoming a companion maid, there is nothing to do, Xu Yes, after entering the fairy gate, he can get busy.

It's okay, she slipped out of Qi's mansion, and no one cared.

In the middle of the night, outside the gate of Qifu, it was pouring rain. The rolling clouds are like icebergs floating on the sea, the dew is still there, and the wind is cold.

Flower Fat Mist carried the sand gold ball and hurried to the Ghost Mountain.

Right now, there is nothing more important than refining the Jinyuan Pill.

She is like a swift, jumping onto the roof ridge that stretches like the tide of the sea, kicking her feet with both feet, like a swallow sweeping the air, winding a little water, landing silently.

Soon he was free, and the flower fat mist looked at the starry sky, but there was an infinite desolate feeling in his heart.

She withstood the rain, let the wind beat her cheeks, her back was cold, and her body was dense, like thousands of insects gnawing at her skin.

When I looked up, my clothes were wet, and the ghost mountain was already in front of me.

The flower fat mist slowly went up to the ghost mountain, carrying the sand gold ball, and found the location of the Taiji Dan furnace, there are leafy sycamore trees to shelter from the rain, there is no stagnant water here, and it can still be alchemy.

She put the sand gold ball into the Tai Chi Dan furnace, and refining the Jin Yuan Dan was very fast, and it only took one night. Therefore, she didn't dare to come out during the day, in case something happened to the Qi Mansion, she asked her for help, and found that the person was not in the mansion, and it would be a big trouble.

I'd rather brave the rain than come here, just to refine the Jinyuan Pill faster.

The waiting time was long and boring, and the flower fat mist walked to the wolf's den, carried all the precious herbs on his body, and later went back, and then quietly left them on the stove of the candle girl. She can't use these things for the time being, so it's better to let the candle girl sell them to the medicinal herb shop, to say the least, in exchange for a year's expenses.

Not far away, there is a small mound.

She looked at it, paused, and eventually walked over.

"I don't know if you're the son of Candle Niang, it's only been a long time, and the weeds have grown so tall."

The flower fat mist was pulling the weeds and chattering at the same time.

Every time she approached this small grave, she always felt a chill down her spine, creepy, as if there was a big grievance, struggling to emerge from it.

It's also strange to say, what is going on with the Tai Chi Dan furnace, human bones, and the "chaotic blue light" mentioned by Candle Niang in Ghost Mountain?