A wolf howl faintly sounded in the night sky, shattering the eternal peace.

A silvery-white figure swept past the street, so fast that it was impossible to catch his traces.

The white figure stopped by a river.

The river is a tributary of the main river, which is found in every house. The sparkling water is very clear, and a hazy white shadow appears on the water.

Xu Shou touched his cheek, which was covered by a clump of hair.

He turned into a wolf, snow-white, a very rare white wolf.

Xu Shou looked around, he was not ready to delay. The voice in his heart became clearer and brighter, as if a question hit his heart.

Xu Shou came to Chongrangfang again, when he first came here, he encountered Tang Yun's ambush, but fortunately, he escaped fast enough at that time and did not let Tang Yun catch him.

In the past, the soldiers of the Demon Hunting Division passed by transporting carriages, and Xu Shou also watched in the crowd. The bodies of those huge demon beasts were cut, and pieces of stumps and broken arms were put in the car by the other party, causing the surrounding people to judge their character.

The demon beast is very useful, in addition to his own flesh and blood can be used as a medicine guide, and the hard scales on the surface can be used as armor, which is difficult for knives and guns to penetrate.

Xu Shou knew his situation, he didn't want to be like that, his whole body was cut into several pieces, and he was pulled by a carriage and pointed at on the street.

Xu Shou cautiously approached the house in Chongrangfang, and everything in the house was silent under the dark night.

Wutong Street is still as lonely and silent as before. Since the appearance of man-eating monsters, many people dare not sneak out at night, like this once haunted place, and no one comes out at night.

Sycamore Street has welcomed a new group of residents.

In order to sell these houses as soon as possible, the Shendu Mansion lowered the price a lot, but it was only for the people of the Great Zhou to buy here.

No one from other countries in the Western Regions is allowed to own real estate in God. They can only pay money to the Dazhou people who own real estate in order to obtain temporary residency.

The houses on Wutong Street are thirty taels each.

Even if this place is haunted, even if there was once a demon tower here, but this is the capital, in the capital where every inch of land is valuable, there is such a cheap place to live, which makes many people rush to it.

If there are youkai, what can you do?

The big deal is death, and the whole family will benefit from placing a family property in the capital.

You don't want to go? That's a bargain for others!

Xu Shou's red eyes saw many figures, but they all seemed to be cautious and did not dare to alarm everything in the dark.

Xu Shou was also avoiding them, and the two sides avoided each other.

There is a thin thread tied to the wall, and if someone touches it, it triggers a bell and the sound notifies nearby that someone has broken in.

Xu Shou jumped, his claws scratched at the wall, and with the help of this force, he jumped high and did not touch the line on the wall.

Xu Shou's hands, the five-fingered nails became very long and very sharp.

The dark courtyard has always been silent, unlike the first time he came here, in Xu Shou's eyes, he did not find any living beings.

The house is very large, with a garden on the side, Gangnam style buildings, and a small stream gurgling.

When he arrived here, Xu Shou's heart became more and more manic. It's as if there was a demon trying to break his heart and come out of it. He crouched on the ground, sniffing the scent around him.

The voice in his head told him to go a little further, a little further......

There was a hint of blood in the air.

He walked to the front of a room, which was the room where Tang Yun first saw the eldest grandson Lingxiu.

The house was full of debris, and Xu Shou didn't push the door in.

He was squatting on a piece of turf, which was usually trimmed, but this one was different. It was as if it had been burned by fire, leaving a black edge on the grass. The blackened edges draw a pattern that looks like a hazy face from a distance.

The face opened its mouth, and the corners of its mouth raised in a strange arc, as if mocking.

This is the trace left by the butcher's sacrifice in the beginning.

His blood, the blood of those whom he had killed, mixed together and left a distinct mark on the ground.

The turf seemed to have been corroded to one side, and even after a while, there was still no grass growing around.

Xu Shou was lying on the ground, his arm and his hand, and the blood on his hand was dripping into the turf. Blood seeped down the moist, loose soil.

Everything around is starting to look different.

The carefully carved rockery always stands in the center of the stream, surrounded by some green bamboos nearby. With the murmuring of the stream, it is calming and pleasant.

It's just that at this moment, the rockery is becoming more and more blurred. There was an extremely thick black gas floating out from under the rockery, and in the blink of an eye, it filled the entire sight.

Xu Shou suddenly let out a long roar, he jumped from the ground, and instantly came to the rockery. Stretching out his hand and pushing, the rockery was affected by the powerful earthquake force and began to shake violently.

Xu Shou hit it again, and the rockery finally couldn't bear the power and flew out directly.

Boom!

The rockery flew into the air, and the thick black gas below no longer had anything to suppress, and began to gush out. It is like a thick black ink, covering people's eyes.

Boom!

The rockery fell heavily on the stream, and huge stones fell into the river, splashing in all directions.

At the bottom of the rockery, there is a black pothole.

Usually few people find out that there is such a place here. Xu Shou looked at it for a moment, and picked up a piece of grass with his hand around the hole, and as soon as the grass was pulled out, it turned into ashes.

"The poor number of changes, because of the change of shape, it is called the transformation, it is called the illusion."

This is an illusion, and this rockery was moved here to cover people's eyes and ears, and in fact, it was also to hide the pit below.

Someone used such a wonderful illusion just to hide such a dark hole.

Xu Shou jumped in.

Although it was dark inside, Xu Shou could see it clearly, and he felt unprecedented comfort.

There is a feeling of coming home.

Xu Shou breathed a long sigh of relief, and his sharp claws grabbed the stone walls around him, drawing a deep paw print.

There is a door in front.

There was a bronze grimace on the door, grinning and laughing. It has a copper ring in its mouth.

Xu Shou pulled the copper ring open, and the door was heavy, as if it hadn't been opened for a long time. Xu Shou tugged out, and this time, he heard a voice behind the door.

There was a hint of excitement in the voice.

Fast......

Get us out!

The sound was like coming out of hell, and he was familiar with the sensation he felt whenever he devoured a person's body.

What is hidden in it is his own kind.

We are one type of people.

No, we're all youkai.

Let us out and eat them all.

That way, you don't have to hide in Tibet every night.

You can stand in the sun.