A mansion somewhere in the west corner of Xiaoshui.

The thick gate was tightly locked in the shadows under the eaves, and only two tiger-shaped copper pavements shone in a faint cold light in the dimness.

The time of the child passed early.

I don't know when or from where the night fog blocked the inside and outside of the long street, and the bright moonlight in the sky cast a chaos, which could only be mixed with the fog and night tones, and nothing could be seen.

Only the wisteria at the end of the alley, which bloomed very vigorously, was faintly purple in the dim mist.

"Is this the one?"

Li Changan looked around and was a little puzzled.

The scream was short, but poignant enough. There are a lot of people around, and it is said that it will always cause some shock, and even panic. But when the two of them heard the sound, everyone in the workshop seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Li Changan looked at his companion, at least temporarily.

But Yu Mei ignored his question, and instead said, "And cover it up for me." ”

Let's talk about it.

In the fog, the figure gradually faded, and it had already disappeared.

Li Changan: "......"

Well, it's not negotiable. But how to cover it up? The Taoist priest pondered for a moment.

"Bang, bang. ”

Just step forward and slam the door.

"Who?"

Unexpectedly, there was an immediate response from inside the door.

Li Changan straightened his voice, learned the tone of the bandits and hooligans who were hacked to death during the journey, and shouted viciously while slamming the door.

"The yamen handled the case and opened the door quickly. ”

The words in the door stagnated, and after a while, the door cracked a crack in the door, and an old man leaned out of his small body, and the lantern in his hand shone in front of the door, and in an instant, his eyes were round.

Where is there any official errand? It is clearly an evil Taoist with a sharp blade hanging from his waist!

Cangtou hurriedly retracted and hurriedly wanted to cover the door, but Li Changan took a step first, stuck the door, and then collided with his body and broke in.

The cangtou was knocked down, and he was shocked and scared.

"You, you ......"

"What are you?"

The Taoist priest puffed out his eyes, and his face was arrogant.

"Sprinkled with the family road number Xuanxiao, received the bonus of the county lord, and was ordered to patrol the city at night to prepare for demons. ”

As he spoke, he forced himself to the head of the man, relying on his height, and spit condescendingly.

"Someone in your family howls at night, what's the matter?, but the demon is doing it?!"

The old man seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly cried out.

"Dao Ye said with a smile, how can he be evil. My master woke up from a nightmare. ”

"Nightmare?" the Taoist priest shook his face with the acting skills he learned from the earthy little video. "Are you saying that the Sprinkle family ran away for nothing today, and deserved to return empty-handed?"

He snorted twice, and in a pair of nostrils, he wrote "want" on one side and "money" on the other.

Pull the paddle head that stopped up, and don't let go of the noise.

"Where is the master's house, call him out to me." ”

At this time, the pale head calmed down, his face was buried in the shadows, and he couldn't see it clearly, only two points of light tossed around the Taoist priest's body.

"Okay. He said, "I'll take you to my master." ”

............

Cangtou led Li Changan around a shadow wall, and there was a small courtyard in front of him.

The fog in the courtyard seems to be thicker, and the rockeries, tree planting, and even the courtyard walls and wings on both sides seem to be blurry and full of shadows.

Only the lantern emitted a dim glow, outlining the shadows of the two men in the fog, covering the mud that had accumulated beneath their feet.

For some reason, the courtyard was filled with thick mud, and the whole thing became a muddy pond.

Although the Taoist priest always paid attention to his feet and tried his best to pick up the ground to get his feet, he inevitably got muddy.

"Straight thief mother!, and said that your family is not worshipped?!"

He grumbled loudly.

"The weather has been so cool in the past two days, and there is not a trace of rain. For no reason, your house is soaked in mud?"

Cangtou paused and explained slowly:

"Today, the water tank was overturned, and the drainage in the yard was blocked, so there was a lot of muddy water. ”

"Since you know that the drainage is blocked, why don't you dredge it quickly? I see that your master is quite wealthy, how can the family style be so lazy?"

The "rude" Taoist did not give up, and the old man just obeyed, leading him step by step into the depths of the courtyard locked by the dark mist.

And where the two walked, the dim light had just left, and the dark fog had regrouped.

I couldn't see anything in the mud, and something seemed to lurk by.

The viscous and muddy muddy water rippled in patches, and then the ripples broke apart and turned into rows of tiny, fine barbs.

Immediately.

Sink into the mud and return to calm.

............

The yard is not big, even if it is muddy and difficult to walk, it will pass after a dozen or so steps.

Arrived at the main hall door.

"Daoist, please. ”

The pale head leaned sideways, standing still in the shadows under the porch.

"My master is in the room. ”

The surroundings were quiet, and the night breeze poured into the court, disturbing the fog and blowing a chill on the back of the neck.

The Taoist priest glanced at the hunched old man, and then looked at the locked door in front of him, there was no movement inside, only a hazy light shining from the window paper.

"Good. ”

He smiled, then pushed the door open.

However.

At the moment when the Taoist priest crossed the threshold and turned his back to the cangtou.

The humble expression on the old man's face froze suddenly, as if he had changed from a living person to a delicate clay puppet in the blink of an eye. His drooping arm melted like mud under his feet, then wriggled and solidified into a crude but sharp cone, and then silently stabbed the Taoist priest's seemingly defenseless back of the heart.

Also at this time.

The mist above suddenly surged, and then, a red dress fell on the shoulders of the cangtou, and with it, there was a chilling sword light.

The old man's movements came to an abrupt halt, and the awl alienated from his arm glowed an earthy brown color, which soon spread throughout his body, and finally, with a slight crackling sound, the whole person collapsed into a pile of mud.

It turned out that Yu Mei quietly appeared and made a contribution with one blow.

Li Changan took everything before and after in his eyes, but his face became more and more solemn.

"Beware of ......"

Before the words fell, the courtyard ...... To be precise, in the mud, a dense "sizzling" sound suddenly sounded.

Immediately after, the mud of the entire courtyard boiled, but instead of bubbles, sharp mud thorns emerged.

Then, the mud suddenly rose up, like a huge wave on the sea, like a wave and like a wall, closing, smashing, squeezing down!

The Taoist priest was startled and was about to retreat into the house for temporary refuge, but saw that Yu Mei was still in place, ignoring the mud wall that had been smashed down, and only took out a strange magic weapon.

The ruler-length knife has a red rope wrapped around the handle, and a large iron ring is connected to the tail, and many small rings are strung on the big ring, which is waved and "jingles".

Li Chang'an recognized this thing, it is called the bell knife or the master knife, the ring knife, and it is a unique magic weapon of some of the Dharma lineages in the Lingnan area that merge with the local witchcraft, such as the Meishan Sect and the Lushan School.

Gossip skipped.

In the courtyard.

But when he saw the huge waves covering the top, Yu Mei suddenly inserted the bell knife in his hand into the mud under his feet.

"Broken!"

An edict.

Suddenly.

Countless fine thunder fires burst out from under the sword!

These thunder fires are very weird, and they are extremely violent between marching and jumping, but the color is deep and gives people a sense of viscous and soft contradiction. But the strange is weird, but the power is also very domineering, but everywhere it passes, the water vapor in the mud and even some more mysterious things evaporate. In the blink of an eye, the black mud turns into yellow dry soil.

Thunder comes and goes fast.

By the time Yu Mei Shi Ran put away the bell knife, the muddy waves that were about to smash the two of them into the air had already turned into a dry soil embryo crawling with cracks.

Then, with just a slight knock on Yu Mei, those cracks hooked up and expanded with each other, and in an instant, the whole collapsed, kicking off dust and dust.

Her steps were light, avoiding the mud and dust, the red dress floated, and it had already fallen to Li Changan's side, and she chuckled under the hideous mask.

"It's like it. ”

"It's just a lot. ”

The Taoist priest also put the sword back into its sheath, looked left and right, and couldn't help but admire.

"Good spells. ”

"Of course......" her cold tone, revealing irrepressible pride, "This is the water god thunder!"

"Hey, Shenlei. ”

Li Changan turned his face away, grinned at an angle that Yu Mei couldn't see, and at the same time, he also pretended not to see the sluggishness of his breath and the unnaturalness of his movements after the other party's recklessness, and just asked.

"How?"

Yu Mei replied:

"There are at least ten people in a two-entry house, one family plus slaves, but I have checked the front hall and back bedroom, the left and right wings, and there is no half of them. ”

The Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully, sniffed, and turned his gaze......

"No need to look for it. ”

Li Changan picked up the lantern that fell from his head and shone it into the corner of the courtyard.

The ugly time is coming to an end.

The dark fog had long since receded, and only shallow remnants were scattered on the ground like silky wisps.

As the lantern illuminated, the dim moonlight fell at the right time, reflecting the scattered mud in the corner, a slender and delicate, scarlet but pale hand poked out of the mist, like Manzhu Sawa blooming on the Yellow Spring.