It was night, and the noisy town calmed down.

In the inn, the lights in the hall are extinguished, and the fragrance of wine is still wafting, and the aroma hits people.

"Xiaoman, how's it going?" The sharp-beaked monkey-cheeked male cultivator came out of the back kitchen and met the proprietress who had cleaned up the hall, "Are you all asleep?"

"The spirit beast is asleep, the nun is not yet, but her eyes are also a little misty, it should be that the medicine works, and it will take a while to go up, let's wait for another hour," the proprietress whispered.

"You go and try it, and give me a pot of decanting soup," the male cultivator pointed to the soup on the small stove.

"Are you going?" the proprietress hesitated, "let's just wait, and don't get too aggressive, lest she find out anything." ”

"It's suspicious not to go," said the male cultivator, as he came to the stove, "we were so attentive before, and it would be wrong not to do something," he said, taking an emerald green kettle from the shelf, and a matching cup.

"Then I'll go now, she's just gone up," the proprietress took the tray.

"Well, be careful not to miss any flaws. The male cultivator advised, "Don't reply to anything, let's see what she looks like after sending it, and we'll make plans." ”

"Got it," the proprietress replied, carrying the tray and walking upstairs.

The inn was only two floors, and there were only six rooms for the monks to stay, and most of the monks gathered in the hall came to eat, and then left in the evening to go back to their homes.

There are quite a lot of guests who came today, there are four people, the female nun is on the very edge, and the proprietress turns right after going upstairs.

"Knock knock!"

Mo Ghost, who was lying on the bed without cultivation, crossed his legs, and relaxed himself rarely, and there was no surprise when he heard the voice of the proprietress coming, and he paused for a moment before opening his mouth.

"Who?"

The proprietress listened to the voice with a strong sense of sleep, and was half relieved, "This fellow Daoist, I saw that you drank a lot of wine, and I specially came to deliver the sobering soup." ”

"No need. Mo Ghost's voice seemed to be impatient.

"That's a friendly rest, I'll go first, don't disturb you. When the proprietress heard her refusal, she smiled and listened to the sound inside, but she didn't move for a long time, and quietly walked back.

The male cultivator sat on the chair, waiting anxiously, and hurriedly greeted her when he saw her come back, "Confiscation?"

"No, I guess I'm going to sleep," the proprietress put the tray back, "I listened for a while, and there was no sound in it, and the crow was awake and didn't know what it was doing." ”

"That crow is a second-order demon beast, light a stick of incense before you go in, you can't turn over any wind and waves," the male cultivator showed joy on his face, took out a stick of incense from the storage bag, and shook it, "Let's go in, find her storage bag and come out." ”

"Well," the proprietress nodded, "just wait." ”

The two waited anxiously in the back kitchen, and by the time they arrived, it had been almost an hour and a half, and it was the time when the monk was asleep.

"Are you ready?" the proprietress was a little nervous.

"Don't worry, come with me," compared with the proprietress of the male cultivator, he seemed more calm, walked in the front, and went up to the second floor in a few steps.

Before coming to the house where he was going, the male nun first lit the incense in his hand, reached through the gap in the window, pinched the time, and knocked on the door after it burned out, and turned his head to signal the proprietress who followed behind.

"Daoyou, Daoyou?" The proprietress obviously wasn't cooperating with him for the first time, and quickly understood what he meant.

The two waited for a moment, but no sound came from inside, and looked at each other.

The male cultivator took out a token from the storage bag and placed it in the doorway, when he heard a 'click' and the door of the room was opened.

Things went smoothly and unexpectedly, the door was the formation that came with the inn, and it could be opened with the distributed tokens, so it seemed that the female cultivator might not have much net worth, and she was reluctant to guard against another array.

Thinking of this, the enthusiasm of the male cultivator decreased a little.

But it had reached this point, and it was impossible to go back, so I pushed the door open. The table in the room was facing the door, and there were two spirit beasts lying on it, and they slept there, and when they got closer, they could even hear small snoring, and they didn't notice that they were coming in.

Turning left to look at the bed, the nun was sleeping on the pillow, and there was no intention of being awake.

The male cultivator beckoned, called the proprietress waiting at the door to come in, walked to the bed together, and looked at her hand first, there was no trace of a storage bracelet and a storage ring, only two storage bags hung around her waist.

The proprietress bent down and gently tugged on a new-looking storage bag.

At this time, the male cultivator patted her on the shoulder, pointed to the dilapidated one, and motioned for her to take it down as well, obviously the female cultivator was not as rich as expected, but she distributed so much wine, if she didn't take it all, maybe she wouldn't be able to get it back.

The proprietress frowned, but still took off another storage bag, it would not be so desperate on weekdays, but there is not much income recently, and there is no way.

After the two took off the storage bag, they swept her body, the robe didn't look like a magic robe, and there were no magic weapons on her body, and the jewelry on her head looked mediocre, not even the spiritual power fluctuated.

The male cultivator pursed his lips and hooked his hand to the proprietress in disappointment, there is nothing here, let's go back and see what is in the storage bag.

The proprietress didn't notice anything, she got up and was about to leave, and before leaving, she looked at her hand, tied with a red ribbon, although there was no aura, but it looked good at the texture, and it must be good to tie it in her hair.

She gently untied the knot on it, easily took it off, wrapped it in her hand and hurried to follow the male cultivator who had left.

The two of them closed the door when they went out, and the room was quiet again.

At a certain moment, Xiao Hei on the table suddenly moved, raised his neck to look out of the door, and then looked at Mo Ghost who seemed to be still asleep with puzzled eyes, flapped his wings and flew over, sitting on her stomach.

"Let's go, go see the excitement. Mo Ghost touched Xiao Hei's head and slowly opened his eyes.

These two people are a little interesting, they say it's a black shop, but they didn't kill anyone, strictly speaking, it's not counted, but if it's not a black shop, I'm sorry for their painstaking actions.

"Gah?" Xiao Hei tilted his head, was he going to snatch the storage bag back?

"Retrieving the storage bag is secondary, there's nothing in there, the main thing is, what are they doing?" Mo Ghost got up, came to the table, grabbed the really sleeping Xiaobai, put it in the spirit beast bag, and disappeared with a flash.

Here, the proprietress took two storage bags and went back to the backyard with the male cultivator.

"Here you go, open it and take a look, it's an income anyway," the proprietress tossed the storage bag over, fiddling with the red ribbon herself.

The male cultivator took it, looking careless, and his consciousness entered the storage bag.

The moment his divine sense touched the storage bag, Mo Ghost, who was already guarding outside, sensed it, and did not make a move immediately, and continued to watch what they were going to do.

"Wow!"

The male cultivator casually looked at the storage bag, and then let out a sigh, stood up from the chair in surprise, and held the storage bag excitedly.

"You be quiet, shouting so loudly, what if you are heard?" The proprietress just wanted to tie the ribbon on the top of her head, when she heard the male cultivator shouting, she was frightened and immediately went over to cover his mouth, "What's wrong?"

"See for yourself," the male cultivator's hand was still a little shaky, and he handed the storage bag over.

The proprietress looked at him suspiciously, took the storage bag and glanced at it, her eyes immediately straightened, "This... What the hell is going on? is this the nun's storage bag?" the proprietress reacted similarly to him, bringing the storage bag closer.

"Hurry up and give me the old storage bag!" said the male cultivator a little anxiously, and quickly changed hands while she didn't wake up.

"Oh, yes!" The proprietress took the storage bag she just disliked from the table behind her, and handed it to him with a trembling hand, "Master, how can there be so many spirit stones here, if you look at it roughly, there must be tens of thousands!"

"Hahaha! Rich, we are rich!" the male cultivator laughed as he held the storage bag, ignoring the words of the proprietress at all.

"What's wrong with you?" the proprietress pulled him along.

"Do you know what's here?" the male cultivator shook her shoulder excitedly and shook him, "Pills and talismans, there are at least thousands of bottles, thousands of pieces, plus the spirit stones in that storage bag, our cultivation resources don't have to worry!"

The surprise of this moment smashed over, and the proprietress was still a little confused, and pulled his clothes hard, "Master, don't be happy too early, why is this female cultivator so rich?"

"You don't care why she's rich, just know that it's ours now!" The male cultivator's eyes were almost glowing with green, and he couldn't wait to immediately recognize the storage bag, "With this spirit stone, I may be able to advance to the Golden Pill!"

"No, if this wealth really belongs to her, then this female cultivator must not be an ordinary person!" the proprietress felt a little anxious in her heart, and pulled his sleeve hard.

The male cultivator seemed to be stunned, and only sobered up when he heard her shout, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, "Also, it doesn't have to be hers, you see on her body, there is no good thing, maybe it is a spirit stone that I got suddenly, and I haven't had time to spend it yet!"

Mo Ghost outside the courtyard glanced at himself, the inner armor was a shark scale, the inner robe was a spiritual treasure, and the outer robe was a magic robe made by Senior Shen himself, this is not a good thing?

"It must have been a windfall from her," the more the male cultivator thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case, "You think, if we get so many spirit stones, we must first buy ourselves some magic weapons to protect ourselves!

Yes, the artifact is still in your wife's hands!

Mo Ghost slandered in his heart, the red silk was specially customized by her, and the grade reached the spiritual weapon, and you took it all and said that I don't have anything?

"It's not called no, this ribbon was taken off her wrist," the proprietress picked up the ribbon she had just thrown away excitedly, "or you can see if this is a magic weapon or something, maybe I can't recognize it." ”

When the male cultivator heard her say this, he took it and looked at it carefully, but he didn't find anything, "Why don't I try to recognize the Lord first?"

"There is no need to confess the Lord. ”

"Why not, what if we have too little knowledge and miss it..." The male cultivator was halfway through speaking, and realized that something was wrong, and in an instant cold sweat came down, and looked out of the window through the window, and the female cultivator was standing on the roof of the inn, looking at this side.

"Why are you still awake?" the male cultivator took a few steps forward, his hand resting on the window.

"This doesn't seem to be what you're worried about right now," Mo Ghost jumped into the courtyard and walked to their door step by step, putting a lot of pressure on the two of them every time he got closer.

The male cultivator's heart beat faster, "Don't come here, otherwise I'm welcome!"

"Okay, I won't go over," Mo Ghost snorted lightly when he heard this, and stopped, the smile on the corner of his mouth was meaningless, "Then you guys come out, you can't use your hands and feet inside." ”

The two of them were a little stunned when they heard her promise, thinking that she had agreed, and then when they heard the latter sentence, they immediately became vigilant, and they wanted to run when they raised their feet, but the ribbon in the male cultivator's hand suddenly moved, wrapped the two, and carried them to the courtyard.

"Don't you want to explain?" Mo Ghost walked over and squatted down, facing the two of them's gaze.

The male and female cultivators all wanted to break free, but as they struggled violently, the red silk on their bodies became tighter and tighter, and after several attempts to no avail, they unwillingly looked at the Mo ghost in front of them.

"For the sake of you not taking people's lives, I will give you a chance, if you miss it, explain it directly to the Heavenly Dao. Mo Ghost put away his smiling face, revealing the coercion of Jindan.

The two monks, who were still thinking of waiting for an opportunity to escape, felt her cultivation, their faces suddenly turned pale, knowing that they had met someone who should not be provoked, and the two of them lowered their heads back to back, and their bodies trembled a little.

"Don't you say?" A silver needle suddenly appeared in Mo Ghost's hand, and it was pressed against the top of the male cultivator's head.

"I said I said!" The male cultivator felt a tingling pain on the top of his head and shouted loudly, "Don't kill me, I'll say anything!"

"Then let's talk about it first," Mo Ghost took back the silver needle, but still put it in his hand, ready to threaten him at any time, "You'd better tell the truth, if I find out that something is wrong, you won't have a chance to speak again." ”

"To tell the truth, I must tell the truth," the male cultivator swallowed his saliva and gasped for a few breaths, "My name is Huang Gong, this is my wife, Cheng Xiaoman." ”

"The two of us were originally casual cultivators in this vicinity, and after I advanced to the middle stage of foundation building, I had the strength to compete, so I opened a small shop and settled down here," Huang Gong said with difficulty, "But you also know that there are not many people here at all, and they can't support us simply by relying on the income of the inn." ”

"And then?" Mo Ghost twisted the silver needle in his hand.

"And then... Then every once in a while, we will rob the monks in the past," Huang Ping's voice became quieter and quieter, "If we can leave a storage bag, it will be enough for us to cultivate for a while, plus we will always survive if we go out to hunt demon beasts occasionally." ”

"Since you snatched the storage bag, why didn't you kill the monk together?"

"Our wine... It has the effect of inducing people to fall asleep, and when they wake up, the memories will be completely erased within a day, and there is no need to kill," Huang Ping said here, looking at her face, "Daoyou, I really didn't kill anyone!"

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