Mo Xing almost rushed into the musician's room.

The musician lay on the bed, pale and unconscious.

Mo Xing and the rich man were a little flustered.

They all believed that it was no coincidence that the musician and the servant had an accident at the same time.

Mo Xing sent servants to invite wizards from the nearby stockade, and at the same time closed the warehouse, and arranged for people to guard the warehouse and musicians day and night.

He and the rich man sent their servants, closed the doors of both sides, and studied the matter solemnly and separately.

"You're well-informed, do you know what's going on?"

The rich man shook his head solemnly and said, "I really don't know." Although I have traveled many days, I have not been able to exhaust the secrets of this world. ”

"Do you know a friend you know, in this situation?"

The rich man thought for a long time and said, "There is a way that things gather like like." Although you and I are demons, we don't understand the magic of the world. Most of my sturdy friends fall into this category. What's more, we are located on the border, and if we go deep into the Central Plains to seek assistance, we will not be able to quench our thirst. ”

"Maybe there's someone in the mountains who can solve it?"

The rich man nodded. The two of them laid out a lot of food, attracting beasts from all directions.

Wild cats and wild dogs, no problem. Weasel squirrels and cyan white rabbits are also here.

The rich man asked them to deliver a message to the mountain, and if there was anyone who knew the bottom of the matter, he hoped that he would come to help him in the face of the same demon family.

The beasts received the words, and scattered as birds and beasts.

In the afternoon, the doctor came to the rich man's house, saw the musician's condition, and shook his head helplessly.

The gray-haired old doctor had never seen such a strange disease.

There was an eerie atmosphere in the house.

Everyone spent the day in uneasiness.

Early the next morning, the two men who watched the storehouse died in the storeroom, just like the servants who had done before.

Both the rich man and Mo Xing recognized that something was unusual.

The rich man told all the servants in the house to leave, either to a relative's house or to a nearby inn for a few days.

They can't be allowed to stay in the house anymore.

Both the rich man and Mo Xing believed that the musician must have something to do with the people who died in the warehouse.

The rich man revealed his original form and moved the musician and his bed to the warehouse.

They decide to guard both the musician and the warehouse to find out the truth of the matter.

Mo Xing decided to take charge of the night.

As a tapir, he will be even more powerful at night.

The rich man, as an elephant demon, naturally agreed.

He is better suited to daytime acts.

Mo Xing quickly entered the dream realm.

Unlike mortals, when Mo Xing consciously controls himself, he can clearly perceive everything in his dreams.

Unlike other races, there is a sense of both reality and fantasy.

But because of this, when Mo Xing uses such an ability, the dream becomes similar to reality.

He still stood in the empty house, all quiet and eerie.

The difference is that in the dream, the house is already night.

It looks even more eerie.

Mo Xing walked towards the storeroom.

Then your door is closed.

However, in the cracks of the storeroom, black gas was constantly emitting outward.

It looks like the breath in the warehouse fills the entire space, and it is about to erupt.

Mo Xing opened the warehouse without hesitation.

He is not afraid of danger.

In dreams, his mind can rule everything.

After the door of the warehouse was opened, black gas gushed out, rushing so hard that he could barely open his eyes.

He crouched down, covered his mouth and nose, and walked inside.

The source of the black gas can be seen at a glance.

That's from the puppets.

Mo Xing was taken aback.

He didn't understand why these little puppets were spewing out clouds of black gas.

Moreover, the faces of those puppets look extremely hideous and terrifying, completely devoid of the beauty and magnificence of the dance.

Mo Xing stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps outside the storeroom.

Don't wake up and look out.

The first dead servant crept like a storeroom.

He looked left and right, moved carefully, and looked sneaky.

(Tianjin)