Copper Bowl Street.

When he turned to this street, Xiang Quzhi stopped at the street entrance and carefully looked at the archway at the street entrance. Facing some strange names, Xiang Quzhi tilted his head and thought for a while, and found that he had really never heard of the name of this street, so he had to shake his head.

After all, he is just a newcomer, and he is very unfamiliar with everything in this Yuyang City. Even if you have read the county records of Yuyang County and understood the general situation of Yuyang County, it is impossible to know all the streets and alleys of Yuyang County.

Walking through the archway and walking on the interface of Tongwan Street, Xiang Quzhi carefully looked at the scenery on both sides of the street.

Judging from the width of this street alone, Xiang Quzhi can judge that although this Tongwan Street is not the main street of Yuyang City, it is also a relatively prosperous branch. The houses on both sides can be seen from the portal, and they are a mix of commercial and residential. There are both stores that open on the street, and there are also residents who live on this street.

It's just that it's late at night, and the streets are already empty and silent. But at this moment, walking on the empty copper bowl street, Xiang Quai's illness did not feel very good.

Because in his ears, far or near, there are always whispers. I can't hear whether the voice is male or female, I can't hear the voice before or after, and I can't hear whether the voice is crying or laughing.

And with the sound of this whisper, the slightest hint of cold air gradually spread over the empty and lonely long street.

Xiang Quzhi suddenly had an extremely familiar feeling. It's as if in a previous life, I was watching a horror movie alone in a room without the lights on. There was only one person, but I felt that there was someone under the bed, someone outside the door, someone in the kitchen, and someone in the toilet, and the whole room suddenly became lively.

At this moment, Xiang Quai's illness felt this feeling again. It was obviously an empty long street, but if you listened carefully, it was the sound of people bustling from far and near.

The qi and blood in the body flowed violently, and a faint red light appeared under the white skin, and the warm feeling suddenly swept away all the coldness brought by the yin qi. Xiang Quai's feet stepped up a few steps, and walked briskly towards the place where the Iron-beaked Condor saw.

Although he knew that there should be a ghost on this street, Xiang Qu was not worried. Now Daqin is at its peak, the dragon qi is stable, and the counties under its jurisdiction are all human race, and there is dragon qi to guard it. And the town guard with dragon energy, ordinary ghosts don't enter the city, and once the process is processed, they have to bow their heads and be small.

In the distance, Xiang Quzhi could already see a brilliant light, illuminating most of the street as if it were daytime. And in this light, countless people are busy coming and going.

Looking at the figures carrying giant trees and boulders, Xiang Quzhi suddenly felt a little strange.

Just now, on the empty street, there was no figure, but there was a bustling sound everywhere. On the hot construction site in front of me, although some people are driving piles, some people are building walls, some people are moving bricks, and some people are sawing wood, but there is no sound coming out.

Looking at the strange situation in front of him, Xiang Quzhi subconsciously stopped.

Although the people in front of him were busy intently, Xiang was not sure how they would react once he found out. Although he believed that there was dragon qi suppression in the city, looking at the scale of the construction site in front of him, he was a little confused.

When he was indecided, he asked Xuanhuang! Xiang went to the sick heart and sank into the purple mansion.

Stepping forward to investigate: three hundred and thirty-one of the broken luck

Return home report: increase luck by one hundred and one hundred

Attack: Lose 560 luck

What's the situation? Hundreds of qi luck fluctuate up and down, this is also the price of a martial artist who has just started refining his body! Is such a large piece worth such a small thing?

Seeing the feedback given by the Xuanhuang Light Ball, Xiang Quai's heart, which was not very peaceful, began to move a little. Since up and down is a few hundred points of luck, then it means that this piece of the ghost construction site that looks very extraordinary is just like that. In that case, then what are you hesitating about?!

If you hesitate, you will lose!

With an unbridled smile on his face, Xiang Quzhi strode towards the construction site that looked very noisy but listened to it without any movement!

In this way, he didn't pay attention to it at all. Therefore, the pace is really completely unrecognized!

"Ah, what's the deal going on?" came to the range illuminated by countless lampballs and torches, and Xiang Qu swaggered. Seeing a thin old man pushing a cart of bricks by his side, he didn't forget to say hello and greet.

The thin old man on the cart didn't speak, just glanced at Xiang Quai's illness with strange eyes, and walked away.

"Be careful, be careful, safety first!" The two and a half boys carried a huge tree that was three feet long and one foot thick and walked tremblingly towards Xiang Quai, and this guy gave way with a sigh, and did not forget to give a serious admonition when the two boys passed in front of them.

Hearing Xiang Qu's words, the two half-grown children trembled even more, stared at Xiang Qu's illness like an enemy, and ran away with two steps.

"Comrades have worked hard!" After walking a few more steps, a group of shirtless men appeared in front of Xiang Quzhi who were hunched over and digging a ditch, and Xiang Quzhi stepped forward and patted the shoulders of a row of big men one by one, putting on a full demeanor. It's just that this group of big men doesn't seem to have a good temper, they look at him with bull's eyes, and throw the wooden shovel in their hands at him.

Pouting, a small jump to avoid the flying sand, Xiang Qu staggered to the main entrance of this manor under construction.

At this moment, the gatehouse has been built, and a man dressed as a carpenter is squatting next to the gatehouse to carve a plaque.

Xiang Quzhi was curious, and went to look at it, but found that the fog on the plaque was twisting and turning, and he didn't know it at all. This made Xiang Qubing even more curious. And what attracted him the most was that along the way, whether it was a person or a thing, Xiang Qu didn't feel anything abnormal. Only on this plaque, which is full of gloomy mist, exudes a deep, obscure, and grand atmosphere from time to time!

And the baby?!

Xiang Qu was pleasantly surprised, and squatted down to take a closer look. But just as he got close to the plaque, the foggy plaque was covered with black light, enveloping Xiang Quai's whole person!

"What the hell?!" Xiang Quzhi was shocked in his heart, and the power of qi and blood unreservedly spilled out. The rumbling sound was like thunder, and it was the thick, magma-like blood in the veins of Xiang Qu's sick that was rushing and roaring.

But it didn't work!

The qi and blood flood furnace had no effect on the black light of the body, and Xiang Qu felt that the pressure of the sky was pouring in, and the whole person couldn't move at all!

"Jin Shou pointed out that he was wrong?!" his heart tightened, Xiang Qu was sick and didn't have time to think about why this serious situation appeared in a place where it was only a few hundred qi luck values, one hundred thousand qi luck burned violently, Zheng Lun projected Xiang Qu sick and protected the whole person in it, and the golden light on the demon pestle shone with the black light of the resisters, but it was like the most fragile glass that broke and dissipated!

"Hmph!" was horrified in his heart, Xiang Qu was sick but he would never be caught, and 50,000 luck was burning, with a cold snort, the white light appeared on his fist, forcing the black light away a little, and when he was about to make persistent efforts, he heard a cold snort explode in his heart!

The power of qi and blood subsided, the spiritual power of Zifu was dormant, and the strength of his body disappeared without a trace.

A figure stepped out of the unbuilt manor!