As soon as Zhao Ping'an walked out of the wooden house, he saw a lame handyman disciple outside the courtyard gate, pacing back and forth with an anxious face.

"Who are you? Hurry out and get out. ”

When he saw Zhao Ping'an's figure, this lame miscellaneous disciple looked shocked and hurriedly shouted.

"Senior brother, I just moved here."

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

Noticing the other party's expression, Zhao Ping'an frowned at first, and then asked unhappily.

Could it be that Sun Fatzi deliberately sent someone to make things difficult for him? If I'm not mistaken, I didn't offend that fat man, did I?

"You moved here?"

"You're new here, aren't you?"

"This wooden house is a famous murderous mansion in the medicine garden, how dare you live here?"

Hearing this, the lame miscellaneous disciple stared at Zhao Ping'an with ghost-like eyes, and his expression was as exaggerated as he was.

"Murderous House ......"

The corners of Zhao Ping'an's mouth twitched.

Soon, Zhao Ping'an learned a disturbing piece of information from the other party's mouth.

It turned out that the wooden house assigned to him by Sun Fatzi had been abandoned for many years and no one lived in it.

And a few years ago, all the miscellaneous disciples who lived in this wooden house either died mysteriously or disappeared strangely.

"I've been in the medicine garden for so long, but I've never seen a few people live here safely."

"This junior brother, I advise you to move out quickly, otherwise, you will have bad luck."

The lame king anxiously persuaded.

Although it was not clear why Zhao Ping'an chose this wooden house, as an elderly miscellaneous disciple of the Medicine Garden, it was necessary for him to remind the other party.

"Cripple Wang, what are you talking nonsense again?"

Just then, an untimely voice rang out.

Sun Fatzi appeared not far away with his hands behind his back, and was looking at Wang Cripple coldly with an unkind gaze.

"Senior Brother Sun."

After seeing Sun Fatzi, Wang Cripple's face changed, just like a frightened bird.

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't listen to this guy's nonsense."

"This wooden house has only been abandoned for many years, but it is still good after it is cleaned up."

"Single-family house, beautiful environment, fresh air, this is the residence I specially chose for you, you can't live up to my kindness, you know?"

Sun Fatzi said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Sun, you can't ......"

As soon as the lame king wanted to speak, he was glared at by Sun Fatzi with a vicious look, and the former immediately stopped abruptly.

Zhao Ping'an's voice was unmoved on the surface, but he naturally saw the clues, I am afraid that this disciple named Wang Cripple should not be wrong, this wooden house is indeed unusual.

But it was not good to fall out with Sun Fatzi at the moment, so he pretended to be careless and said, "I believe in Senior Brother Sun's words. ”

"Good." The smile on Fat Sun's face became even brighter.

"Cripple Wang, this junior brother's name is Zhao Ping'an."

"In the future, he will follow you as a sweeping and miscellaneous disciple of the medicine garden."

"You remember it for me, do your duty, don't talk nonsense and meddle all day long, otherwise, if you make some trouble, don't blame me for beating you."

Sun Fatzi patted Wang Cripple's shoulder earnestly.

It seemed to be a light and fluttering action, but it made Wang Cripple's face pale and trembling constantly.

"It's nothing, let's disperse."

After beating the cripple king, Sun Fatzi put his hands behind his back and left slowly.

As Sun Fatzi left, Wang Cripple breathed a sigh of relief and looked very afraid of the former.

"Senior Brother Wang, thank you for the reminder."

Zhao Ping'an arched his hand at Wang Cripple and said seriously.

He could feel that the cripple Wang had no ill will towards him.

"You...... Ah, that's it. ”

"I'll come back to you tomorrow, and you must be careful."

The lame man stopped talking, touched his sore shoulder, and then limped away.

"Murderous house?"

"No wonder there is such a strong yin qi."

After seeing Wang Cripple leave, Zhao Ping'an hesitated for a moment, but still walked into the wooden house.

He has cultivated immortals in two lifetimes, not to mention that this place is a murderous mansion, even if it is a terrifying evil place, it will not be able to scare him.

"Although I'm not afraid of evil, but at the moment my cultivation is still very weak, for the sake of insurance, I still have to prepare some means to prevent any sudden accidents."

Zhao Ping'an's second life was the son of a powerful and powerful minister, and he once showed amazing talisman qualifications, so at that time, he included a lot of extremely amazing talisman methods.

Right now, his cultivation is still very weak, and he can't use the powerful methods in the "Immortal Sword Technique", and it is about to get dark, so he can only take some time to draw a few powerful talismans to defend himself.

Inside the wooden house, Zhao Ping'an took out a set of talisman pens, cinnabar and talisman paper.

Spreading out the white rune paper and carefully preparing the cinnabar, Zhao Ping'an took a deep breath, and the memories of the rune in his previous life and all kinds of experiences instantly came to his heart.

The breeze was blowing, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Huh!"

Zhao Ping'an instantly lifted the talisman pen, and the immortal true qi urged, and the movements were smooth, quickly sketching on the brand-new talisman paper.

In just a few breaths, there were more dark red runes on the white rune paper, and the spiritual power was looming, filled with transcendent fluctuations.

"Fire Spirit Talisman!"

"The first-order low-grade rune, although it is only a basic rune, has a destructive power that is not weak, and with my current cultivation, it is enough to threaten the monks of the second layer of qi refining, or even the third layer of qi refining."

Zhao Ping'an tried his hand at the knife, and his skills were not much rusty.

He lifted his pen again, and his speed was even faster than just now, and his movements were very skillful, and soon he sketched more complex runes on the second white rune paper.

The spiritual power is pervasive, and the fluctuations that come out are several times stronger than the fire spirit rune just now.

"Thunder Talisman."

"First-Order Mid-Grade Talisman!"

Zhao Ping'an's eyes showed a look of satisfaction, you must know that with his current cultivation, he can draw a talisman of this level, even if it is placed in many sects, it is a rare genius to draw talismans.

The power of the thunder light talisman is even more powerful, and the thunder and lightning have a natural restraint effect against evil spirits.

For the sake of insurance, Zhao Ping'an drew four more fire spirit runes and two thunder light runes, and then he gave up!

After drawing the talisman, Zhao Ping'an was tired and sweaty.

Drawing talismans is also physical work, with his current cultivation, he can draw up to eight first-order talismans a day, if it exceeds this upper limit, it will cause mana to dry up and affect his own foundation.

The sun was slowly setting and night was fast approaching.

The temperature inside the wooden house dropped suddenly, and even a monk in the Qi refining period like Zhao Ping'an became a little cold.

Zhao Ping'an lit an oil lamp, then sat down cross-legged and slowly closed his eyes.

He wanted to see what was so strange and evil about this wooden house.

As the night darkened, the temperature became colder and colder, until finally the whole cabin was covered in frost.

"Pedal ......"

At this moment, a strange footstep suddenly sounded.

"Are you coming?"

Zhao Ping'an opened his eyes, his eyes became a little deep, as if he had noticed something, and calmly looked in the direction of the wooden door.