She blinked evilly, quickly bent over and touched Liu Qingzhou's slightly exposed white neck with her face, and then left fluttering away before Liu Qingzhou was about to crack.

“......”

It took an hour for the forbidden mouth to be unlocked, and several people searched for a long time and chose a more secluded inn.

Liu Qingzhou rarely went down the mountain and knew little about accommodation, and when he entered the house, he didn't say a word.

The guests who were eating and drinking saw a group of Dao immortals coming in with the boss, and they were first shocked by Liu Qingzhou's handsome appearance for a while, and then hurriedly went to greet them.

The person who went down the mountain from the Dao Immortal was a big deal, he was full of immortal energy, maybe he could get a little immortal if he got closer, and maybe he would be blessed with a lot of blessings.

Thinking like this, the innkeeper was about to be polite, when he saw Liu Qingzhou standing in front of the door for a while, taking out a plain money bag from his arms and throwing it on the table.

With a "snap", the abacus on the table shook three times, which showed its weight.

The money bag fell to the ground, and Chu Mu's heart also sank, and several people were forbidden to speak, so they could only stare dryly, looking at their senior brother's ruined behavior, and crying silently.

The boss's eyes widened suddenly, and his eyes lit up when he saw a bag full of silver, and his heart said that the current Dao Immortals are so rich.

Liu Qingzhou's face was calm and composed, and he had a few words on his face: Ye is not bad for money.

"That, guest officer, no, Lord Daoxian. How many of you are sharpening or lodging?" the boss's black hand was about to stretch out.

Chu Mu rolled his eyes, jumped to the front cabinet quickly, snatched the plain money bag, and kicked it in his arms.

The three Xiaodao immortals breathed a sigh of relief, that is all the belongings of a few people's lives these days, if this is just a waste of accommodation, the teacher will not say that he will be punished after he knows it, and the remaining time will not solve the filthy gas, and his group of big men will wait to drink the northwest wind.

took out a silver tael from the money bag, and Chu Mu handed it to the boss and raised his eyebrows.

Obviously, this ingots should be enough.

The boss smiled and said, "I'll arrange a few accommodations later, and the rooms are ready." How many rooms do you want?"

Chu Mu stretched out a finger, "Three." ”

"Okay, guest officer, please. The boss beckoned: "Little Er, don't hurry up and guide you Dao Immortals." ”

Chang'an drifted back to the inn is already approaching in the evening, and it is dark early in Zhu Xi, but the tail has just left, and the twilight is already in time. The people on the street gradually dispersed, eating and going home to hug the children, and the misty clouds and smoke rose on the house, scattered and fluttering.

After the bustling staircase, Chang'an stopped in front of the morning Accomodation. With a slight frown, she sniffed lightly and gently entered through the door.

There was silence in the room, the tables, chairs and benches were neatly arranged, and the landscape paintings she had scribbled on yesterday's idle days were still on the side of the bookcase, the ink had dried up, and the brush was thrown on the table.

There was everything, nothing was moved, except for the possessed spirit body of the previous few days.

Chang An touched the recliner on which his body had been lying before leaving, which seemed to be clean and impermanent, but in fact, there was already a layer of filthy air floating.

The place where the finger touched it was black and stenched.

Chang An concluded in his heart that this was done by the zombie clan, leaving only the smell of gas, but not letting others notice it. Zombie poison is emitted very quickly, as long as it is bitten and scratches the skin, it will be zombieized.

Now I don't know why this zombie took away the body she chose, and I can't ask so much now. Qingshan Hall Dao Immortal came down the mountain here, she should have thought of it.

Zhu Xicheng, sure enough, something happened.

It's night, quiet, cold, cold. The wind is whistling and lively, mixed with a little bone-chilling coolness, although it is not as cold as winter, it is not far off.

"Hee-hee-hee, hee-hee-hee. "South Street is a secluded alley, with the moonlight in the background, extremely dark. There was something floating in the corners, a pile, a piece, a group, gathered together, emitting an extremely unpleasant sharp harshness.

A group of zombies with bloody faces and missing arms and legs, lying on the ground with confused eyes, without purpose or direction, only knowing how to move, gnawing and crawling forward with each other.

More than a dozen gradually gathered together, slowly approaching the woman dressed in red, with the liquid of the wicked heart flowing out of her mouth, calling out and admiring.

The woman's appearance is alluring, the cold wind Buddha has scattered hair flying in the wind, it is clear that it is warm and cold, the woman only wears a thin tulle dress, a black flute on the waist, and the bright red tassels are swaying with the wind, swaying and rising.

"Go, in three days, the spring dream is the strongest, and the blood is the softest and tastier. The woman raised her lips and smiled, and tilted her head slightly to look at the long alley.

Chang'an looked for the smell and floated all the way, and after the South Street was the most prosperous street market in Zhuxi City, Broken Ping Street. The night is not too deep, there are still a lot of people moving around here, and the owner of the stall is about to disperse, shouting and joking. Occasionally, there is also a bamboo flute opera in the corner, which is pleasant, big and small, exciting, and tear-jerking.

What's going on!!

Chang'an was a little joking, and Zhengse stopped his steps and stopped the surrounding movements.

Suddenly, there was a flute lingering and sympathetic, the tune was soft and lovely, as if it was like a warm spring sun, and the valley was beating with streams, hitting people's hearts and calm. After the musician does not know what to think, the tune is like the air flow touching the edges and corners of the mountains, the sharp places collide with each other, the "Zizilala" lightning and thunder are deafening, and the eardrums hurt until people listen to it.

Chang'an covered his ears and looked around for the person who played the song, but the fog was vast and he couldn't see anywhere.

Zhu Xicheng, when did you dance?

She was horrified, vaguely feeling that something was wrong, but she didn't think about it.

The taste was cut off at this point, and the man should be not far away.

After a period of silence, Chang An only felt a chill on her back, and the evil wind struck her directly with internal force.

When she turned around, she saw the white light flying by, the purple spikes passed in front of her eyes, and the sword qi directly blocked the evil qi, forming a thin layer of ice and scattering around.

A light force pulled himself up, and when Chang'an was stunned, he was dragged to the side by the comer, avoiding the cold ice and landing.

"Liu Qingzhou. ”

Liu Qingzhou didn't say anything, only summoned and didn't return, the silver-white long sword was full of aura, flying in the air twice, and returned to the scabbard.

Chang'an blinked, Sister Liu was beside her, the rich sandalwood went straight to her ears and nose, she smelled it clearly, and saw Sister Liu's face like a jade handsome man, she was scared a little and now she is three points drunk.

The sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and Liu Qingzhou raised his feet and was about to leave, but Chang'an grabbed it quickly and said, "Don't go." ”

The spirit body touching the human body is not as hot as ordinary people, but it is a little cool. Liu Qingzhou looked down at the five transparent little fingers on his wrist, and said lightly: "Don't go." ”

This voice, Chang'an's heart is beating like thunder, it's so good.

Liu Qingzhou didn't care about the change in Chang'an's expression, and summoned him again, and his sword swished far away, hiding in the darkness.

"Sister, sister...... No, Dao Immortal-sama. Chang'an smiled with a dog's leg: "Lord Daoxian, how did you get here, how did you know that I was here, I happened to save the little woman, Lord Daoxian has great powers, I knew early in the morning that the little woman would encounter danger here, and I came to the hero to save the beauty and achieve a good story." ”

Listening to her more and more outrageous, Liu Qingzhou rarely spoke, and his tone was quite puzzled: "If I hadn't saved you, you would have already been affected by evil spirits." ”

"I know. Chang'an blinked: "Didn't you just give Dao Immortal you a chance to save the beauty of a hero?" ”

"......" stared at Chang'an's hippie smiling face, and Liu Qingzhou was speechless for a while.

No return has been explored in the dark night for a while, the white light is slightly cool, only to see the corner behind the wall of no return, the hilt of the sword is turbulent, after squirming for a while, the whole sword body is submerged inside. As if it was a formation, after the place was illuminated by non-return, it took on a star-shaped circle of light, although it was faintly weak, but because it was the opposite of the black gas and the non-returning white light, it was particularly dazzling.

Liu Qingzhou walked over lightly, Chang'an followed, she looked at Liu Qingzhou's faster and faster pace, and couldn't help muttering a few words.

Don't pick it.

When he saw the things that were not under his control, Chang An was slightly surprised, and he was a little expected in advance, so he only hooked his lips and smiled: "It's you, my host sister." ”

Qinglan was dressed in red and unkempt, squatting in the corner and being suppressed by the sword qi of no return, unable to move. She lowered her head, her hair fell to the ground, and her delicate features were only sixteen or seventeen years old, but they were already wrinkled and old.

Seeing Chang'an, Qinglan's eyes were a little evasive, and she tried to curl up, like a wounded rabbit trying her best to hide her wounds.

"You made a deal with the Yin Ghost?" Chang'an's eyes lit up: "What did I say, you didn't listen to me?"

If you don't return to the slight force, the sharp sword body will slash through Qinglan's back twice, although it is not too heavy, it is not a spirit sword, and these two lines are enough for Qinglan's body to hurt for a while.

Qinglan screamed twice, rolled on the ground twice with her knees hugged, and cried and wailed bitterly.

The yin body is most afraid of the aura yang, and the blue physique is already a half-ghost yin, and the injury of not returning is even more serious for her.

"Chang'an, long, Chang'an. I was wrong, I was wrong. Qinglan's face was pale, and when she spoke, all she spit out was black gas.

The collision of the filthy qi and the aura is the restraint of each other, a layer of circles blending and colliding, black and white neutralization is not like the fog is too scattered, as if the lingering threads are intertwined with each other.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong, you're dead and you're not stupid, don't you remember what I said, or didn't you hear it at all. Chang'an smiled coldly and said, "The unjust soul crosses the river, and the spirit body crosses the soul." Now, you are trading with the Yin Ghost, and the person who fights against you is me, not you Qinglan. Knowing this, he acted partially. Stupidity. ”

Qinglan was really panicked at the moment, her body had begun to decay without the spirit body, and she had to keep sucking human blood when she traded with the Yin Ghost, but she couldn't speak.

She wants to live, she doesn't want to die, she really doesn't want to.

"Chang'an, I beg you, let me live, let me live. ”