Bai Xiaoming said that there was movement downstairs, but Zhu Yingwu didn't take it seriously.

Thieves? The kind of community they live in has 24-hour patrol security; Haunted? Now there are candle dragons and Zhu Luan living here, an ancient god and the only son of the Phoenix Emperor, plus a little tengu who is born to resist evil, what kind of spirit and divine beast is crazy to rush here to find death? So it's even more unlikely.

He estimated that Bai Xiaoming would go down for a walk and come back soon. So he yawned and rolled over, ready to continue sleeping on his own big head. Unexpectedly, just when he was about to fall asleep. Suddenly, there was a strange "click" sound coming from the window behind him.

In the middle of the night, this is by no means a normal sound......

Zhu Yingwu was startled, slowly turned his head, and looked at the source of the sound. In the dim moonlight, the branches and leaves of the potted plants placed in the corner of the window swayed slightly, and then, a bony palm suddenly appeared, and its five fingers were spread and clung to the windowpane.

"I ...... Depend on? ”

Zhu Yingwu sat up suddenly, because he was in too much of a hurry, his eyes flickered, and several ghosts appeared in front of him. After such a delay, the thin palm had already groped for the edge of the window, and then the phalanges strained and slowly, slowly, opened a gap in the window.

"I'll go! What the hell?! ”

Zhu Yingwu was really surprised at this time, and couldn't help but rub his eyes a few times, and when he looked at it again, the hand seemed to have been stung by something, and he let go of the window edge and disappeared into the night outside the window.

I'll just say it...... Candle Dragon, Zhu Luan, and Little Tengu are all here, no matter what he is, it is impossible for him to hit the muzzle of the gun and spread wild! Zhu Yingwu patted his chest and just breathed a sigh of relief, a gust of wind blew in through the crack in the open window, Zhu Yingwu suddenly felt a cold forehead, raised his hand to wipe it, and then realized that he had been scared into a cold sweat.

"The current security in the demon world is really not good! I paid so many taxes and fed them. Dog, I'll have to call 222 tomorrow to reflect the situation...... Ouch, not good! Old white! ”

Zhu Yingwu complained halfway through, and suddenly remembered his roommate who had gone downstairs in the dark just now. Bai Xiaoming said that there was a noise downstairs, could it be that it was an accomplice of that thing?! It's troublesome now, even if you can't make any demons, it's hard to be seen by Lao Bai.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yingwu couldn't even bother to put on shoes, jumped out of bed barefoot, and wanted to run out to find someone.

As soon as he rushed to the door, there was a click, and the bedroom door popped open. Zhu Yingwu was startled, he was almost shocked by such a startle, and he was taking a look at Bai Xiaoming who opened the door and came in.

Bai Xiaoming seemed to be taken aback by him, and the figure in the dark paused for a moment before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Why are you up?" ”

"Ah, uh...... Get up and take a look. Zhu Yingwu saw that Bai Xiaoming's expression was as usual, and he also breathed a sigh of relief, vaguely passed, and asked rhetorically: "How is it?" Are you okay downstairs? ”

"Hmm...... Probably a delusion. Saying that, Bai Xiaoming's gaze slipped around Zhu Yingwu's feet: "It's cold on the ground, put on slippers." ”

"Oooh! Isn't that in a hurry! Zhu Yingwu scratched his head, yawned and picked up his slippers: "You sleep, I'll wash my feet." ”

Zhu Yingwu closed the curtain with a slit in his hand and staggered towards the bathroom.

However, Zhu Yingwu, who thought that the town house divine beast had played a role, did not notice it, and at the moment when the severed hand like a dead branch groped in, Zhu Luan's backpack on the bedside table suddenly emitted a faint blue light. It was only after that blue light flashed that the severed hand suddenly stopped and disappeared without a trace.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, Zhu Luan, the owner of the backpack, and the little tengu he thought were honestly staying in the villa, were running wildly on the street under the cover of the night.

Zhu Luan's whole body was black, and his red hair was tied together, which was tightly covered by a black hat. In the dead of night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and occasionally a few spirits were encountered, and as soon as they took a look, Zhu Luan and the little tengu had already rushed over.

When he ran to an intersection, the little tengu grenade sounded twice and looked left and right. Zhu Luan stopped and asked, "Liuliu, which side?" ”

The little tengu raised his front paws and shouted, "Grenade! "[Right! 】

A man and a cat took a deep breath of the cool night air and flew again.

Twenty minutes later, the two finally arrived at their destination – a somewhat shabby, old-fashioned neighborhood. Zhu Luan half-squatted down, stretched out his left hand to the little tengu, let him climb up to his shoulder, took out the note with his right hand, and looked at the building number written on it.

"Building 9 ......" Zhu Luan stood up and said in a low voice: "Unit 7 and 5 floors, go." ”

Naturally, they didn't have to go up the stairs honestly. Zhu Luan stood downstairs, glanced at the drying racks, flower stands, air conditioners, protective nets and various pipes that leaned out of the wall, and planned a little about the foothold. He jumped up and grabbed a guardrail hanging from the balcony on the second floor, then turned over and stood at the top of the guardrail. Immediately after that, he repeated the old trick and quickly climbed to the third floor. He moved very lightly and quickly, and in a few breaths, he had already reached the outside of the 5th floor.

The little tengu spread out his limbs, the tips of his claws hooking the clothes on his shoulders, and grasping them steadily—it was clear that this was not the first time for the two of them.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, and the residents of the old community have long been asleep, and there is silence all around. Zhu Luan crouched outside the window of the house on the fifth floor, raised his hand and gently drew a few strokes on the window. If the traces of his painting can be shown on the window, you can see that the lines that he seems to have scribbled are connected end to end, and each stroke is connected to the end of the previous stroke with great accuracy. After the last stroke, Zhu Luan breathed a sigh at the window, and the window suddenly lit up in the shape of a five-pointed star. Then the room echoed, and a few red lights appeared, and meteors generally crossed the air, rushing towards the position of the pentagram.

The pentagram flickered a few times in a very regular manner, and disappeared into the air along with the red light.

The little tengu swept Zhu Luan's cheek with his tail and let out a suspicious "pomegranate".

Zhu Luan touched his head and said with a smile: "A small spell to confirm whether there is a demon beast breath to use." Teach you back. That's it. Go, get in! ”

The little tengu jumped on the lattice, sniffed, and shouted, "Grenades." "There's no one inside. 】

"Huh?" Zhu Luan was stunned for a moment, and looked at the room seriously. After a closer look, he suddenly found that a cabinet in the corner of the room had fallen down, and there were bits and pieces scattered on the floor.

Oops, shouldn't it be a step too late, what happened to Mr. Sima Xuan?!

Thinking of this possibility, Zhu Luan didn't dare to delay any longer. He pressed his hand on the doorknob of the old-fashioned window, closed his eyes and concentrated his mind, and made a gesture of holding the handle to open the window. And with the movement of Zhu Luan's hand, the handle inside the window, as if held by an invisible hand, turned and opened by itself.

The little tengu grenade screamed and gave Zhu Luan a cheer. Zhu Luan smiled, pushed open the window, picked up the little tengu, and the two jumped into the house together.

I don't know if it's because there has been no ventilation for a long time, Sima Xuan's home has a faint musty smell. Divine beasts and spirits basically have their own night vision ability, and Zhu Luan and Xiao Tengu have pure blood, which has an innate advantage. There was no need to turn on the light at all, just look at the moonlight outside the window, and directly investigate the house.

The little tengu had a light body and fast movements, and soon jumped high and low to turn around several rooms, and shook his head at Zhu Luan.

And Zhu Luan checked it, except for the cabinet that fell to the ground, he didn't find anything abnormal.

Did Mr. Sima Xuan leave by himself, or did he encounter some accident? Zhu Luan couldn't confirm it for a while, so he could only squat next to the cabinet he had turned over and check the small things on the ground.

According to Dang Kang, Sima Xuan's body is a brush, which is a Zihao used by Sima Qian when he wrote the "Historical Records". Sima Qian has gone through changes, and this pen has always been by his side. Later, after becoming a good man by chance, under the influence of Sima Qian, he named himself Sima Xuan, and has been working in the historical data room of the Demon Committee for many years. But this person is very old-fashioned, after the introduction of the computer office of the demon committee, he was unwilling to deal with the machine, so he put down the work at hand and applied for retirement, and at that time there were several middle-level people of the demon committee who were not very happy about this matter. But in any case, Sima Xuan's professional ability has never dared to be questioned, and it is recognized as a living history book.

Zhu Luan thought that there would be some books scattered on the ground, but when he looked closer, he found that they were actually clay sculptures. Sima Xuan should be a master of clay sculpture, the ground is horizontal, vertical and vertical, lying a lot of various vivid character statues, each of which is engraved with "Sima Xuan" three small characters in seal script.

Zhu Luan looked over one by one, and when he saw a white horse and silver spear, holding an infant statue in his arms, his eyes suddenly froze. This villain pinched Zhao Yun from the Three Kingdoms period, and it shouldn't have been long since he was pinched. When the cabinet fell, Zhao Yun's silver gun was poked and bent, and it looked like he was carrying a half-cut hula hoop, which was a little funny. Zhu Luan picked up the villain, looked around carefully, and suddenly found that there were also a few strange traces on the base of the statue, like several thin lines juxtaposed vertically.

Seeing this, Zhu Luan went to look through a few other clay figurines, but he didn't see any similar traces on the base of any clay figurines.

Was this trace inadvertently left? Or is there some deep meaning? He frowned, and while he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard the little tengu bark "durian", and as soon as Zhu Luan turned his head, he saw the little tengu arching his back, his ears erected, and he was yelling in one direction.