The undead were taken away by Jian San, and there was a deathly silence in the empty square.

In Shaliu Village at night, except for Lu Changsheng, there was no longer a single figure to be seen.

In addition to the bright moon on the horizon, there are also dotted stars in the night sky, and there is no light.

The whole village fell into darkness.

A cold wind blew through the low clay kilns one after another, making a "woo-woo" sound, as if someone was sobbing quietly.

The wind died down slightly, and so did the shouting.

When the cold wind rose again, the shouts sounded again, still very soft, very light, very dry, and sounding very weak.

"Haunted, is this?"

Lu Changsheng said helplessly, those shouts were too strange, always intermittent.

"Even if it's haunted, you have to let me finish the ghost story, right?!"

If it weren't for the cold wind blowing in his face at night, those shouts were mixed in by luck, and at this level of volume, not even a trace of movement could reach his ears.

Lu Changsheng couldn't help but wonder a little, could it be that I was hallucinating?

Naturally, hauntings are just a joke, and there are so many ghosts in the world.

Auditory hallucinations are even more unlikely.

He is an alien in the Seven Realms, and he has such a mysterious exercise protection body as the Nine Turns of the Heavenly Wheel, even if it is the current illusion array, it is difficult for him to fall into the illusion and have auditory hallucinations, let alone where is the energy fluctuation of the formation here now?

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In the sky, a large area of ink-black clouds and mist suddenly drifted slowly above Lu Changsheng's head.

Its color was a little stronger than the demonic aura on the undead, but it lacked some weird smell inside.

Its appearance not only covered the cold bright moon, but also drowned out the twinkling stars in the sky.

Lu Changsheng retracted his gaze, raised his eyebrows lightly, and then walked slowly towards the entrance of the village.

Since the sound is coming from the entrance of the village, let's just go over and take a look.

"I ...... Gauze...... Looking back......"

The hoarse shouts continued, accompanied by gusts of cold wind, which kept hovering over the village.

His pace was slow, but his pace was fast, but in a matter of moments, his shadow appeared at the entrance of the village, and the shouts gradually became clear.

"Luo ...... Let's go back...... I ......"

"What a familiar voice?!"

Lu Changsheng thought like this, but there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were as calm as ever.

"Luo ...... Let's go back......"

The same words kept repeating, and the familiar feeling in his heart became stronger.

He slowed down and began to listen carefully, looking for the source of the sound.

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In the desert, the cold wind at night is the most intimidating, as if even the blood of the human body can be frozen.

With such a chill, I am afraid that the wind and snow on Kunlun Mountain are not as good as it.

Lu Changsheng's thin shadow walked lonely in the night, and the tattered cotton clothes fluttered under the cold wind, such a picture looked quite desolate, and the wounds had already healed, but at this time, there were bursts of stinging pain again because of the intensifying cold wind.

His steps suddenly stopped, his expression was still as calm as water, but his brow involuntarily furrowed slightly, not all because of pain, but about those shouts, suddenly something new was discovered.

Voice...... It's coming from here?!"

He tilted his head, looked at the earthen kiln to his right, a little puzzled, and muttered uncertainly.

He knew this kiln.

This is the earthen kiln where the previous village chiefs of Shaliu Village lived, and it is no different from other earthen kilns in appearance, but it looks slightly larger than other earthen kilns, and the walls seem to be a little thicker.

That night, when he first stepped into the village of Shaliu, Rotal was in this earthen kiln.

"I see!"

The voice fell softly, and he strode forward facing the earthen kiln, hesitated slightly in front of the door, and then pushed the door open and walked in.

The space in the kiln is not large, and the living room is slightly narrow, with two rooms, and the display is extremely simple.

In the living room, a square table is placed in the center, several sturdy wooden stools are neatly arranged around the square table, and on the three-tier shelf against the wall on the left, there are all bottles and cans, and I don't know what they are used for.

The two rooms were even more empty, except for a large red quilt and a rudimentary head cabinet.

Lu Changsheng walked back and forth in the earthen kiln several times, from the living room to the room, and then from the room to the living room, but he never found anything abnormal.

He was a little tired, so he stopped, picked a random wooden stool and sat down at the square table.

His calm gaze began to scan everything around him, and the shouts were still echoing in the kiln, and the sounds came from different directions, making it difficult for him to discern the direction.

At this moment, his gaze suddenly stopped moving, and he locked tightly on the shelf against the wall in the living room.

"Really?"

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November, late autumn and early winter, should be the season when flowers wither and trees wither and yellow, but there is one place that is completely different from the outside world.

Trees and flowers bloom all year round.

Half a century of three rivers and five lakes, ten years of four berths of Baihuazhou.

This is the legendary Hundred Flowers Island.

Of course, Baihuazhou is not a continent, but a giant mountain range in Wangjiang City in the south.

Baihuazhou is named after a hundred flowers, not only because it is full of flowers all year round, but also because everyone in the Inhuman World is known that it is occupied by a group of flower-like women all year round.

A woman who can have the strength to occupy a place in such a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon Inhuman Realm will naturally not be an ordinary woman.

Everyone in the alien world knows that there is a group of such women living in Baihuazhou, they are all beautiful and beautiful, but no one has ever dared to beat them

Idea.

Because in the Hundred Flowers Continent, there is a Hundred Flowers Sect.

And these women are all disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect.

Their master is the pinnacle of the Nine Realms Inhuman, one of the ten Venerables of the Inhuman Realm today, and the Flower Venerable Situ Xingyue.

Outside the Hundred Flowers Sect, a river that surrounds the entire Baihuazhou Mountain Range, the Qinghua River.

At this time, on the Qinghua River, a lonely boat drifted with the waves.

Three or four young girls sat on it, laughing and talking about something.

"Hey, have you heard? Senior Sister Xiaochen is now retreating in the sect master's secret room, impacting the fifth realm!"

"I envy Senior Sister Xiaochen, I heard that Senior Sister has only been practicing for less than half a month, and she has even broken through the Four Realms, which is really amazing!"

"Where did you get this news? I heard that this junior sister's retreat is not just for the purpose of impacting the Fifth Realm. ”

"What's that for?" asked one of the girls in Tsing Yi in surprise.

Another girl with a slightly chubby face said mysteriously: "Senior Sister Xiaochen was accepted as a personal disciple by the master when she started, do you know why?"

The girl in Tsing Yi rolled her eyes and said: "Our Hundred Flowers Sect's Yuqing Jue is divided into ten layers, and the junior sister cultivates the Yuqing Jue and breaks into the fifth layer overnight, and the whole sect is shocked, so the master will take the senior sister into the door and rank it as a personal heir, who doesn't know this?

The chubby girl with a small face seemed to know something deeper, and she couldn't help but smile proudly and said: "According to some senior sisters in the inner gate, now Senior Sister Xiaochen has actually broken through to the sixth layer of the Jade Qing Jue, and it was only in order to avoid hitting other fellow sects that she deliberately concealed it, and this time Senior Sister Xiaochen's retreat is precisely to impact the seventh layer!"

When the other girls heard this, their faces were shocked, and a burst of exclamations suddenly sounded on the lonely boat.

Inside the mountain gate of the Hundred Flowers Sect, in the sect master's secret room, a short-haired girl in a blue dress sat cross-legged, her eyes closed, and she was surrounded by wisps of white spiritual light.

At this moment, a pleasant call suddenly came from outside the secret room: "Xiaochen!"

The soft voice pierced through the thick stone door of the chamber and reached the ears of the girl in the blue dress.

"Here, master!"

The girl's long eyelashes moved lightly, her eyes slowly opened, and a dazzling pillar of spiritual power rose into the sky, and then converged into her body in an instant.

Feeling the subtle changes in the spiritual sea in her body, the girl smiled knowingly: "Changsheng, wait for me, we will be able to meet soon!"