At that time, the moonlight became brighter.

The bell of the temple is still ringing, leisurely and a little deep.

The proprietress is dressed in a breast-length skirt, draped in long hair, exuding a faint fragrance out of the bath, holding the case with both hands, and the case is held by a delicate ceramic plate containing mountain delicacies such as dragon buds, lotus pod tofu, pheasant hanging on the stove, roasted roe deer meat and a good jade pot mulberry wine.

The door is ajar, and through the light in the back room, you can see Yang Jingyu on the back seat, dressed in a light white robe, with a very beautiful figure, and three thousand black hair, flowing on his shoulders, shining with a moist light.

At this moment, he was taking small sips of the medicinal chicken soup stewed with Qishuang with a hot spoon.

With a gust of wind on her sleeves, the proprietress knocked on the door and walked in directly.

Yang Jingyu put the medicine bowl on the table and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief. Under the reflection of the light of the lamp, he is full of heaven, his face is like Fu Fan, beautiful as a crown of jade, red lips and teeth, and wind eyes and sword eyebrows.

Raising his hands and feet, he reveals a graceful and luxurious atmosphere everywhere.

Rao is a mentally prepared proprietress who sees Yang Jingyu's front at this moment, and still can't help but feel intimidated in his heart, Gongzi Ruyu can not say anything, just saying that Yang Jingyu's elegant temperament that cannot be restrained makes his heart sprout.

Unexpectedly, this Yang Jingyu freshened up a little, and he was so outstanding and extremely beautiful.

"Giggles!"

The proprietress dragged a silver bell-like laugh, her eyebrows were full of spring, she moved her lotus steps lightly, and walked towards Yang Jingyu in a dancing style.

Yang Jingyu owed slightly, and said, "Boss, thank you for your hard work!"

The proprietress smiled: "What did the son say, serve you, it's too late for the slave family to be happy......"

She put the food on the table, personally set up a pair of chopsticks for Yang Jingyu and handed it over, and said coquettishly: "Son, try the taste of my Taibaiju food...... By the way, there is also this mulberry wine......"

After that, she lifted the pot and gently introduced it into the cup, held it with both hands and handed it to Yang Jingyu, and said: "I don't know the mulberry wine, who is pouring it this year? This wine is just right for a humble gentleman, the son is polite and graceful, and the slave family should personally hold the wine for you." ”

Yang Jingyu hurriedly avoided it, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he exclaimed: "Boss, don't bother you, you go and get busy!"

The proprietress stopped her movements, pretending to be unhappy and said, "Childe is so afraid of the slave family, and the slave family is not a monster, so he won't eat you." ”

She raised her slender hands, gently picked Yang Jingyu's shoulders, and leaned down slightly, revealing a touch of snow white on her chest.

Seeing the proprietress teasing her son-in-law like this, Qishuang's face was cold, and she drew her sword and pointed at the proprietress and said, "Tian is shameless...... Please stay away from Childe, or I will unload your hands. ”

The proprietress hurriedly let go of her hand, was stunned, took two steps back in fright, shook her sleeves angrily, and said angrily: "I'm scared to death of the slave, the slave is gone!"

With that, he dragged his long sleeves and walked out the door.

Yang Jingyu's face looked a little better, and he said to Qishuang Qilu: "Sit down and eat together!"

Qishuang put away her sword and said softly: "I didn't expect this boss lady to be so frivolous!"

Qilu sat down and picked up the chopsticks, and said strangely, "That's because Childe is too handsome...... But Childe, Lu'er has a second ...... Why are you so afraid of women...... Woman?"

Yang Jingyu brought the plate of hanging pheasant to Qilu, and said, "Hurry up and eat, eat and rest!"

With a smile on her face, Qishuang patted Qilu's shoulder, and said in a strange tone: "Sister, eat more and talk less!"

The candlelight is faint and weeping, and the fireworks are high and low.

After Yang Jingyu ate and drank the medicinal chicken soup, he sat down on the bed and meditated on his luck to treat his body's injuries.

And not far from here there is a Fengyue place, only to see the front of the door is lit up with lights, the lights are bright, and the three golden characters of "Wanxianglou" on the plaque are reflected brightly.

This building covers a vast area, with a vermilion gate and a square hairpin. The upper and lower floors are divided into three floors, with the largest base floor and the smallest top floor. There are several rows in the middle and private rooms, the bead curtain covers the door, and the fragrance is lingering. Glazed corrugated, pearlescent dazzling. The loud and cheerful laughter in the building is a strange contrast to the closed door.

On the top floor of Wanxiang Building, a drunken man in disheveled clothes stumbled to open the hollow carved windows, and frantically spat dirty on the clean street. There were countless lip prints on his cheeks, and he still held a red belly pocket in his hand, but at this moment, he was so drunk that he was unconscious. After a few hearty vomits, his short and fat neck was stuck on the window sill, and the corners of his mouth were still drooling, he pulled down a long string of liquid threads, closed his eyes, and fell asleep in a few moments, shortness of breath and loud snoring.

On the shelf bed in the room, a second-year-old woman like a spring flower was half-reclining, revealing her snow-white fragrant shoulders, and her right hand was clasped to cover her unclothed body with a silk quilt painted with double dragons playing with pearls. Seeing the man's appearance, a trace of disgust flashed in his charming eyes, and he reached out to take the clothes and put them on, and he didn't want his belly pocket.

A cold wind blew into the room and hit the woman's face, and she shivered coldly and looked out the window.

I saw a black gas flash in the air, and the man who was lying on the bed threshold and sleeping soundly flew up out of thin air and floated out of the window.

The woman fell to the ground in fright, her eyes wide open in disbelief at this strange scene.

The drunken man's body floated in the air, his head shrugged, the cold wind gradually rose, the cold piercing face, and a cloud of black gas came from above, enveloping the man's entire body.

Suddenly, the strange black qi became furious, like a raging wave hitting the rocks, and the drunken man felt a powerful force hit his body head-on, sucking his limbs and head violently, and then straightening it.

Strings of blood burst out of the drunken man's body like droplets, like countless pear blossoms and arrows, connecting in a line and converging towards a certain place on the roof.

The intense pain made the man wake up instantly, he opened his mouth and struggled in pain, but he couldn't control his body, and after a few clicks, he hung his head, and his whole body was covered with holes the size of needles' eyes, which was terrifying.

He still held a red belly pocket in his hand, which he held in his hand until death, and in the moonlight, a cold light cut down, and his head and body were separated, and he rolled down to the ground.

The head rolled a few times on the clean ground before it stopped, staring at a pair of dead eyes, obscured by a fluttering red belly pocket.

A sharp sound of fear came from the mouth of the Fengyue woman in the house, breaking through the extraordinarily silent night.

"Bell-knock-knock-"

On the distant mountain, the bell suddenly rang rapidly!

In the Taibaiju Inn, Yang Jingyu suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and went to the ground, pushed the door out, and saw Qishuang Qilu also walking out with a sword, so he said: "You two go back to the room, I'll go out and have a look!"

Qishuang shook her head and said, "Childe, I'll go with you!"

Downstairs, the proprietress said in horror: "It's coming to ask for its life again, you can't go out...... When you see the moonlight, there is no place to die!"

Yang Jingyu lowered his head and pondered, and said slightly: "This matter is too mysterious, I want to see what kind of demon is making waves here, Frost Lu'er, I will go back as soon as I go, you two are waiting for me here!"

Without the two of them answering, they stepped on the railing and flew down, pulled the mortise and tenon of the door open, and pushed the door out.

The proprietress changed her face wildly, paced the ground anxiously, and sighed: "Alas, you can't be impulsive, impulse is the devil, and there is no return...... It's a pity, such a handsome son, the slave family hasn't tasted it yet!"

Qishuang's face twitched, and she said dissatisfiedly: "My son-in-law is profound, and he can't hurt his son!"

The proprietress tiptoed, avoided the moonlight, closed the door, and exclaimed bitterly: "What do you two little girls know, that demon kills people invisibly, and it is very terrifying." ”

Qilu's face was a little anxious, and she said to Qishuang: "Sister, will the son ......?"

Qishuang interrupted her coldly and said, "Don't talk nonsense, go back to the house and wait for your son to come back!"

Qilu looked worriedly at the door that had been closed, and walked into the house gloomily, leaving only the proprietress and the two guys from the kitchen in the huge inn.

The proprietress sat on the stool, supported her chin with her hand, and said regretfully: "Oh, such a beautiful skin, why don't you listen to the advice of the slave family...... Hey, Xiao Wu, serve a plate of peanuts and a pot of Du Kang to the old lady, and the old lady will buy a drunk tomorrow tonight!"

But a thin guy in the kitchen replied, "Okay!"

Yang Jingyu pushed open the door and walked like a fly, chasing towards the place where the scream came from.

The whole street was empty, except for the chirping of bugs. Even in the staggered spring building, there is no longer a trace of sound.

The night was falling, the moonlight was covered with makeup, and on the clean stone road, with a gust of cold wind sweeping, Yang Jingyu's nose moved, catching a faint smell of blood from the sky. His face sank, he clenched the peachwood fan tightly, and his feet accelerated again.

Downstairs in Wanxiang, Yang Jingyu stopped, looked at the corpse on the ground all the way to a different place, his face was slightly cold, he squatted down, picked up the red belly pocket covering the head with a peach fan, and carefully looked at the head.

The moonlight shone on the skull, and the fat face was extremely pale at the moment, with no trace of blood visible, and the face was covered with bloody holes as thin as hairy needles. The smell of blood was strong in the air, but there was not a trace of blood on the ground. Yang Jingyu covered his nose lightly, he also smelled a very foul-smelling smell of drunken vomit, and when he looked along the ground, there were indeed some vomiting dirt all over the ground.

On the third floor of Wanchun Building, the Qihu of a certain room was open, and Yang Jingyu took a closer look, this man should have opened the window not long ago and was stained with moonlight, so he was sucked with blood.

However, why did he have to separate his body, if it was a demon sucking blood, wouldn't it be superfluous?

Looking at the wounds of the corpse, it is obvious that they are directly separated by sharp weapons, except for weapons other than swords, what else?

Yang Jingyu frowned, looked down at this head carefully, and felt that his face was a little familiar, and only then did he think of the drunken man he met when he came to the inn once upon a time - not who he was!

A strange thought rose from his mind, and Yang Jingyu suddenly thought of a possibility, a possibility that made the hairs stand on end!

On the glazed tiles next to Wanxiang Tower, a ghostly black shadow sneaked closer. I saw that it was covered in black, with black gas lingering, short stature, no face, and its eyes glowing red, which made people look creepy and abrupt.

It cautiously, little by little along the glazed tiles to the raised eaves, finally stopped above Yang Jingyu, stretched out a pair of deformed hands shaped like beasts, on the fingers, there were black and shiny nails, sharp and long, in the moonlight, emitting a fierce cold light.

It was ready, its eyes narrowed, the red light contracted, and it burst out with a spicy aura, and it swooped down like lightning, grabbing the back of Yang Jingyu's head.