It's just that it's a dead man.

By candlelight, they could see the corpse.

Shriveled and withered, as if drained of water.

He sat cross-legged in the corner, as if his life had been taken away in meditation, but Ruan Bailu found that it was not so beautiful.

The man seemed to have been burned and melted by something, clinging to the wall, and it was frightening that there seemed to be other people around him who were sticking to the wall in the same way, only some of them were only half of their bodies left, and the corpses were twisted, hideous, and had a strange aura.

Zhong Yan didn't have time to ask the two sisters who could only Abba Abba and Bab at this time, so he went to the table where several people were and looked at the twisted corpse.

The face of this cross-legged person is exactly the same as that of the shopkeeper!

"This is the second ...... of the shop"

Zhong Yan said in a deep voice.

"Guest, what's the matter?"

At this time, a faint voice came from Zhong Yan's side, he turned his head and saw that the shopkeeper was looking at his side, his eyes were empty.

“...... The decoration of your inn is quite special. ”

Zhong Yan could only quip.

"Here's it, tea."

The shopkeeper pointed to their tabletop, and I don't know when, a pot of tea appeared there, and a few cups.

"Where did this cup come from?"

When Song Yuesheng saw the cup that suddenly appeared, he immediately became alert, he drew his sword and looked around, but he didn't feel any trace of anyone's existence.

Zhong Yan picked up the teapot and smelled the smell inside, rotten, erosive, fishy, I don't know what it is.

Ruan Bailu was silent, only picked up the candle and looked around.

It was only at this time that everyone discovered that the walls and cabinets of the inn hall were full of corpses that had finally melted away from the struggle.

Most of them had completely melted, leaving only solidified flesh and blood covering the walls and floor, and the rest were stumps and heads.

It's like a fire, but what kind of flame can make a human corpse look like this?

A bolt of lightning fell, seemingly striking the nearby trees, and the scorching sound was faint in the manic rain.

The light illuminated the entire hall of the inn, and the corpses fell with eerie shadows, which was terrifying.

And Zhong Yan even found that several of these wailing faces were the people sitting in the inn here.

"How did these people die?"

Zhao Wuyang couldn't help asking.

Zhao Wenqian shook his head.

Boom –

The thunder only arrived at this time, causing the tables and chairs to tremble slightly.

And the next lightning bolt has followed.

Ruan Bailu felt something, she hurriedly looked at the location of the door, although it was only for a moment, but she clearly saw that outside the door, through the light and shadow of lightning, there was a person standing outside.

"Who?"

Ruan Bailu's sword intent spread, and he soon found that there was a person standing at the door.

At the same time, Zhong Yan also vaguely felt that there was indeed a living person at the door, which was not the same as this room full of lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Knock Knock Knock –

A faint knock sounded at the door.

Zhao Wenqian and Zhao Wuyang glanced at each other, the two of them looked a little nervous, and they didn't dare to act rashly.

Song Yuesheng glanced back at Zhong Yan and Ruan Bailu, seeking advice.

"Open the door."

Zhong Yan said.

Song Yuesheng came to the door, held the sword in one hand, and gently opened the door with the other.

The sound of the storm then became louder.

Outside the door, a woman stood.

The woman was about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a turquoise dress, but she was already soaked, and the ends of her hair were sticking to the side of her face, showing a little charm and enchantment.

But her face was pale, and her lips were even colder without a trace of blood, as if she had been frozen.

"Come in, girl."

Song Yuesheng said, immediately beckoned the other party in, and quickly closed the door, making the inn hall quiet again.

The woman seemed to have been supported to the limit, and she fainted after taking two steps, thanks to Song Yuesheng's support.

"She looked like she was cold and collapsed from the rain."

Song Yuesheng briefly touched the woman's wrist, and then the sword was accidentally released, drying her clothes, and then entering the woman's body with a little true qi, and soon, the woman's face returned to ruddy, and her breath stabilized a lot.

"At this time, it is suspicious for a person to come here."

Zhong Yan reminded Ruan Bailu softly, and Miss Ruan bowed slightly in agreement.

This woman doesn't seem to know martial arts, how can she go alone in this wilderness, and still find this place at this time.

Of course, Ruan Bailu could have slashed her with a sword, but if this woman was not a demon, then this piece of history might be distorted and lead to an even greater disaster.

Now they are like werewolves, and they have to be careful.

"Who she is, we don't know yet, let her sit here."

Zhong Yan pointed to the table where the old and the young merchant were, and the young merchant's chair.

Song Yuesheng put the woman on the chair and lay down, and she didn't know what Zhong Yan's intentions were.

And Zhong Yan saw that the young merchant also got up quietly the moment before the woman lay down in the chair, said a few words to his companion, and sat down at the other end.

Just as Zhong Yan was thinking, a slight crash sounded in the inn.

It's like the sound of a marble hitting the ground after two or three crisp sounds, and then the collision of something that is not hard falling to the ground.

Zhong Yan slowly raised his head.

The sound came from the ceiling overhead.

The sound from the ceiling was fleeting, and soon fell silent again.

Zhao Wuyang swallowed his saliva, this time he really heard it.

"Shall we go upstairs and have a look?"

He looked at Zhao Wenqian, but the young eunuch of Si Tianjian was still staring at the woman who had just come in, full of vigilance.

"Let's go upstairs and take a look, you look after this woman downstairs."

Zhong Yan said, and pulled Ruan Bailu to step on the stairs.

The staircase creaked immediately, as if it was about to fall apart completely.

Zhong Yan saw that in addition to the black lacquer that looked like clotted blood, there were also some shocking nail scratches on the handrails of the staircase, just like the traces of the struggle of the goddesses of the past who he had seen in the tower.

The air was filled with the smell of fresh mud diffused by the torrential rain, and the sound of loose stairs sounded underfoot, making people palpitate, and I was afraid that I would step on it with one foot.

Ruan Bailu walked in front, she was holding a fire fold in her hand, and the faint brilliance could only illuminate a small area, if it weren't for her sword intent to open the way ahead, I was afraid that just climbing these stairs would stumble.

Zhong Yan followed, the fire fold in his pocket was wet with rain before, and now he can't light it, so he can only take one step at a time.

Click-

Suddenly, Zhong Yan seemed to step on a piece of wood that had become unstable due to Ruan Bailu's previous steps, and with the sound of shattering, his whole foot stepped into the air and fell downward.

Fortunately, Zhong Yan has always been on the alert that he may fall at any time, coupled with the body skills trained by more than forty years of battlefield experience, he took advantage of the air to step on it inattention, and he didn't let his whole leg get stuck.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of stepping on the air can easily lead to injury, which can affect movement at least and directly disable.

"Be careful."

Ruan Bailu said a word and continued to move forward.

The structure of the second floor of this inn is simple, with corridors, a few rooms, and nothing else.

Zhong Yan saw that the guest rooms on the second floor were full of people, and in the open door, there were eloped couples who were complaining to each other, Junsheng who was rushing to take the exam reciting classics, and women with babies singing lullabies.

Ruan Bailu's sword intent wandered, and suddenly stopped.

"Someone."

She looked back at Zhong Yan and gestured to a room with her eyes.

Zhong Yan also had a vague feeling, he saw that it was the room where the scholar was, but the scholar shook his head, his body was as shriveled as a corpse, and his mouth was muttering some foreign words that were completely incomprehensible.

Ruan Bailu didn't see the scholar, her sword intent spread, and she saw the collapsed bed in this room, as well as a charred cabinet.

Her gaze fell on the cabinet, and in her hand, the sheathed Long Yuan pointed towards the cabinet door.

Outside the door, Zhong Yan saw Ruan Bailu's movements, and a bad premonition surged in his heart.

He saw that behind the tattered door, a figure was gradually emerging in the blind corner behind Ruan Bailu.

"Be careful!"

In Zhong Yan's hand, the obscure was hidden in the scabbard, and the latter came first, directly hitting the figure.

"Ouch!"

The figure let out an exclamation, and at the same time, around Ruan Bailu, a burst of mist spread, and countless sword intents locked the person in an instant, so that he couldn't even make instinctive fright movements, just like a small animal that was frightened to death.

"You already knew?"

Zhong Yan couldn't help but ask, and at the same time looked around to prevent other people from appearing.

"I just wanted to test you, but now it seems that it is not in vain that I taught you so much."

Ruan Bailu appeared in a shallow manner, and seemed quite satisfied with Zhong Yan's attempt to protect himself just now.

"Then this man ......"

The two of them looked at the person who was shocked by Ruan Bailu's sword intent.

It was a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, with dark skin, childishness, tattered clothes, mud, and multiple abrasions.

"Who are you?"

Ruan Bailu saw that the other party was not threatening, so she relaxed her sword intent slightly, allowing the little child to speak.

"My dad calls me a dog."

The child does not speak grammar and has a slight accent.

"Why are you here?"

Zhong Yan asked again.

"My dad was captured by a monster, he asked me to hide in the cabinet, I waited for a long time, my dad didn't come back, I was hungry, I wanted to find something to eat......"

Although the child has no culture, he speaks in an orderly manner and does not cry.

"Are you bad people?"

"What do you think?"

Zhong Yan asked amusedly.

"If you have food, you are not a bad person."

The child replied bluntly.

"Then I'm pretty bad."

Zhong Yan quipped, mentioning the child, and walked down the stairs.

"This kid?"

Zhao Wenqian was a little confused when he saw Zhong Yan and Ruan Bailu carrying a yellow-mouthed child downstairs.

"Yes, that's right, we have a child."

Zhong Yan replied immediately.

“？”

A question mark appeared on Zhao Wuyang's head.

"The child's father was captured by demons, and he hid upstairs."

Ruan Bailu glanced at Zhong Yan, she didn't have any special reaction to his gag, probably to maintain the role of "husband and wife" in front of Song Yuesheng and others, she said, and looked at Song Yuesheng again.

"Do you have anything to eat?"

"Yes."

Song Yuesheng took some dry food and handed it to Zhong Yan.

Zhong Yan didn't give it to the child directly, but let him sit at the next table.

It's on the chairs of the three military masters.

The child didn't understand anything, and sat down as Zhong Yan instructed.

But what made Zhong Yan feel strange was that the military master was motionless, and he overlapped with the child like this.

The boy picked up the food, and immediately picked up the dough wrapped in lotus leaves and gnawed it, devouring it like a hungry ghost.

"What about this girl? What's your name and how did you get here? ”

Zhong Yan felt that he had grasped the key, and looked at Du Ping again, the girl he was taking care of had woken up and was looking around a little blankly.

Hearing Zhong Yan's inquiry, the girl bit her lower lip lightly, looking pitiful when I saw it, and then opened her mouth and said in a soft and glutinous voice.

"The slave maid was originally the slave of the young master of the Qian family, and followed the young master all the way to Sangyu Mountain, but it didn't come to pass, and he encountered a demon halfway, and the slave and maid fled with other slaves, and after they were separated, they saw a house here, and thought about coming to shelter from the rain......"

Her voice trembled, revealing a somewhat soft appearance, which softened the expressions of Song Yuesheng and the others on the side.

"Don't worry, there are no demons here."

Zhao Wuyang held the woman's hand and said as if comforting.

The woman glanced at the others, and her gaze fell on the long sword in Ruan Bailu's hand.

"You are the masters of the Taixu Sect?"

"That's right."

Du Ping said.

"Great, Master, help me!"

The woman quickly burrowed into Zhao Wuyang's arms, like a bird shivering in the cold wind.

Ruan Bailu frowned, it seems that this maid is a human spirit.

Zhong Yan looked at this scene indifferently, he came to the child's side, but found that the child didn't know when there was an extra chicken leg in his hand, which was shiny and shiny, and he was gnawing happily.

"Who gave you your chicken legs?"

Zhong Yan asked.

"Over there."

The child pointed in the direction of the room.

"There was an uncle who gave it to me just now, and he went back over there."

Zhong Yan looked at the room.

It was pitch black, deep, dark.

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