The night sky resembles a navy blue curtain and is dotted with sparkling stars, which makes people feel intoxicated.

"Ximen Pavilion" inn is located in a mountain villa in the west of Liuhuang City. The villa is so large that it doesn't seem to have been fully built, and it's surrounded by open space, with only two isolated pavilions, and they're still far apart. Except for these two houses, the rest of the place is open space, and even a lot of weeds have grown.

These two isolated pavilions, one high and one low, are as high as five floors, and are used for pedestrians. The low one, which is only two stories long, is a place to be sharpened, but it is desolate and remote, and there are no pedestrians to stop at all.

Although the "Ximen Pavilion" inn is in the western suburbs of Liuhuang City, it is a relatively lively area in the city, and there is a huge area of empty space, which has to be surprising. And looking at the appearance of the pavilion building, you can know that this vacant land has not been empty for a day or two.

Even if Zhao Hong has no experience in staying in a big town, he knows that an inn is built in such a secluded area, where there will be any guests coming to the door. In fact, when they were led through the very dirty and dark alleys all the way, Zhao Hong knew that the inn they were going to stay in was definitely not much better. I don't know what Jiang Wei thinks, but he doesn't mind at all.

Zhao Hong sighed, closed the window and door, and looked at the room where he lived, the living room was very large, fifty or sixty square meters, and even beds, cabinets, tables and chairs were all available. There is a lot of dust on the furniture in the room, which can be seen because it has not been inhabited for a long time.

Thinking that such a poor inn would cost one or two silver a night, and Jiang Wei did not hesitate to book two rooms for ten days, Zhao Hong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Zhao Hong cleaned up a little, cleaned up the dust in the house, and the whole house immediately became clean and bright. After doing these things, he sat up in peace, it was still early for bedtime, and he did not intend to waste it. Today, he purchased a lot of materials, and he just took the opportunity to draw a batch of talismans.

With a wave of his sleeves, Zhao Hong pulled out a small pile of purchased materials from the storage bag, and he sorted them out one by one. It didn't take long for cinnabar and chicken blood plus a few kinds of talisman-making herbs to be boiled by Zhao Hong into talisman-making raw materials with a faint fragrance.

Zhao Hong took out the rune paper and wolf pen again, and the raw materials totaled more than thirty copies, which were divided into two places and stacked in turn.

He adjusted his mind a little and began to try his first formal drawing. With his current soul realm, he couldn't draw a high-level talisman at all. So he had already planned to try only two low-level talismans this time: the Wind Blade Talisman and the Fireball Talisman.

There are five types of talismans in the Witch Book: Attack, Defense, Control, Support, and Summon. With his current ability, he can only draw simple talismans for attack and defense. The reason why he refined all the more than thirty raw materials into attack talismans was because he felt that he had no means of attack at all. If it weren't for the fact that he relied on the Golden Thunder Bamboo Stick before, it is estimated that even ordinary robbers would not be able to clean it up, unless he used "Soul Dementorship", which he had always been afraid to use.

Therefore, he concentrated the materials to refine the Wind Blade Talisman and the Fireball Talisman to facilitate him to have more attack methods when he was in danger. As for defense, he could draw one or two now, but he didn't think it was necessary for the time being. One is because he already has a red gold shield, and the other is that his "Earth Walking Charm" and "Wind Resisting Charm" are enough to cope with the general needs of escape. Besides, if these two spells couldn't escape his life, then the talisman he drew at his current level would be useless either.

Unconsciously, more than two hours passed, and more than 30 materials were made by him, and 20 talismans were made, including 8 "Fireball Talismans" and 12 "Wind Blade Talismans". Because he tried the fireball talisman at the beginning, he failed several times, so he naturally wasted a little more, and the number of fire bomb talismans was relatively less.

Zhao Hong suppressed the excitement of eagerness to try, and put away the twelve talismans with satisfaction. Maybe there will be more opportunities to use it in the future, and there is no need to waste it now.

The talismans he drew seemed simple, but he consumed a lot of soul sense, and he rubbed his temples to slightly relieve his tired spirit. He thought of Jiang Wei, I don't know what this little girl is doing this night, why has there been no movement?

Maybe Jiang Wei is also tired after sleeping in the open for a few days, it's a good thing that she doesn't come to disturb herself. He shook his head and continued to sit cross-legged, starting to cultivate.

Another hour passed, and Zhao Hong had just finished cultivating and was about to open the window to breathe, when he suddenly heard a sound of a bang on the floor upstairs. The sound is very regular, a few knocks in a row, then it stops again, and then a few more knocks.

Zhao Hong immediately became cautious, he inquired clearly before staying in the hotel, of course he knew that there was no one living upstairs, not only was there no one living there, but after the "Ximen Pavilion" inn arrived, all the doors and corridors were closed. So, where does this sound come from?

Could it be that someone moved in later, and it happened to be upstairs from him?

Zhao Hong thought about it, and there was nothing strange about it. He immediately let go of his soul sense and swept up, only to find that the upstairs was completely empty, and there was nothing left except for some dusty furniture. Zhao Hong carefully checked every corner, but still didn't find it.

This made him feel very strange, and his soul was opened, and he couldn't help but continue to sweep up the upper floors, but found nothing. It's just that the thumping sound is gone.

Zhao Hong smiled faintly, he didn't pay attention to this. No matter what is doing tricks upstairs, it doesn't matter if it doesn't provoke him, and once it provokes him, he doesn't mind using the "soul trick". He knew the soul trick by heart, and he could pick up the dead spirits and ghosts wandering between heaven and earth, filter their souls, and incorporate them into his own soul.

Zhao Hong originally wanted to use his soul sense to visit Jiang Wei's side, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it. Jiang Wei claims to be a descendant of the God Clan, and although he is only twelve years old, he will not be afraid of ghosts and ghosts. He didn't believe that Jiang Wei didn't have a divine thought, and since Jiang Wei didn't mean to peep at him, it was even more inconvenient for him to do so. Girls always have their own privacy, and they rashly peep with their soul sense, and it is not good if they are detected.

Zhao Hong calmed down and planned to get a good night's sleep. He hadn't slept a single day these days, and it was time for him to get some rest.

......

Jiang Wei sat quietly at the head of the bed, staring blankly at the starry sky outside the window. After a long time, she took out two wooden swords and held them in her hands, and stared blankly at the wooden swords.

"Little barbarian, how can you practice the ancient witch technique? Are you a descendant of the ancient witch? Do you know that the god clan and the ancient witch are not incompatible......" she muttered to herself, a pair of small hands grasping the wooden sword with extra force.

"He can't practice because of the Waste Spirit Root, and he said that learning witchcraft was also a helpless move, maybe, he also has a last resort?" she whispered as if asking herself.

"Knock knock, knock knock......" Suddenly there was a very regular knocking sound upstairs, which startled Jiang Wei from his contemplation.

She was not as calm as Zhao Hong, but Huo Di stood up. She had just taken a few steps before she stopped, then returned to the bed and sat down.

"I already knew that the middle-aged woman had a ghost aura in her, and she deliberately let him come here, isn't that why she left it all to the will of God......" She sighed gloomily, gently stroked the two wooden swords in her hand, bowed her head and said no more.

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The night passed quickly, and Zhao Hong woke up early in the morning, but he was not interested in going upstairs to have a look, he was not interested in this. Even if there is a ghost cultivator living upstairs, as long as it doesn't involve him, it's none of his business. Zhao Hong had just opened the door, but saw the middle-aged woman who brought him in yesterday just walking past his door.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be very surprised when she saw Zhao Hong, but she immediately came back to her senses and said with a smile: "Did you two sleep well last night?"

Zhao Hong felt that she had something to say, but he didn't bother to bother with her, so he simply hummed, walked to Jiang Weifang's room and knocked on the door.

There was no reaction in the house, and Zhao Hong didn't feel strange, it took a few days for the monk to cultivate, and once he retreated, it might take a year and a half, not to mention that Jiang Wei was still a descendant of the God Clan, which was not surprising. He simply shouted out for a walk, and then left the inn and walked out into the street.

He plans to continue to procure some materials and draw more talismans while he has time. In addition, he also planned to purchase some medicinal materials, etc., and had the opportunity to study the "Tengyan Decision" and "Alchemy Essentials" that he had obtained from Wang Batian.

Regarding alchemy, with the help of Jiang Wei, he initially mastered the introductory techniques of fire resistance and alchemy, but this kind of thing always requires him to practice continuously. Although he was a waste spirit root, and the cultivation techniques and alchemy of the human race could not be further improved at all, he felt guilty if he didn't try it.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a day has passed. Zhao Hong walked around almost the entire Liuhuang City, and the storage bag was full of the things he needed. He returned to the inn satisfied, planning to use the next few days as a retreat, in addition to meditating on the cultivation of the "Witch Codex", by the way, to improve his talisman making level and alchemy level.

He had just entered the room and closed the door when there was a knock on his door. Zhao Hong was stunned in his heart, who is knocking on his door? Zhao Hong's soul sense swept out, and he immediately found Jiang Wei standing at the door.

Zhao Hong opened the door and looked Jiang Wei up and down, her complexion was not bad, but there was a trace of tiredness on her face. Zhao Hong didn't know if Jiang Wei hadn't slept well because of the strange noise upstairs last night, or something else?

As if he found that Zhao Hong was fine, Jiang Wei's eyes flashed with imperceptible relief, and then looked at Zhao Hong who was blocking the door and said, "We've all lived here for a day, can't you invite me in and sit?"

Zhao Hong couldn't figure out what she meant, and knocked on the door by herself in the morning, should you not answer? But since people said so, Zhao Hong had no choice but to open the door and say, "Then please come in and sit down." ”

Jiang smiled slightly, and entered the room in a flash. Zhao Hong sighed in his heart, this girl has a appearance that is almost not inferior to Ye Zijin, although she is still young, she is a beautiful embryo! No wonder the people of the "Evil Wolf Gang" couldn't help but drool when they saw her, and they lost their lives because of it.

Thinking of Ye Zijin, Zhao Hong also thought of Jiang You, a good friend who played with him since he was a child, and now he doesn't know how he is doing?

seemed to see the loneliness in Zhao Hong's eyes, Jiang Wei's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but he quickly returned to normal. She sat down and casually looked at Zhao Hong's room before she said, "Did you hear any strange sounds last night?"

Zhao Hong was stunned, knowing that Jiang Wei was obviously talking about the ghost upstairs. He nodded and said with a smile: "I don't know this, I'm too tired to run around in the past few days, I fell asleep last night, where do I care so much." Why, you're worried about me coming to see me?"

Jiang Wei showed a surprised expression, as if he didn't believe what Zhao Hong said. However, she was not surprised for long, and said again: "Didn't you hear that the 'Ximen Pavilion' inn here is haunted today? The people of this 'Ximen Pavilion' inn will go far away to solicit customers, specifically looking for people from other places like you and me. ”