Gusu City under the moon exuded a faint sadness.

The city is eerily quiet and empty, as if the noisy market did not exist during the day.

Before the night was deep, the candles were extinguished early, and the whole Suzhou was like a ghost town. All that remained were scattered post stations, still dimly lit.

Qingchen and Wang Lin sat downstairs, ordered a few dishes and a jar of soju, and checked the map of tomorrow's trip to Jinling by the faint candlelight.

At this time, several people dressed as peasants came to the door, saying that they wanted to stay in the hotel. The shopkeeper Xiao Er walked out of the back room and shouted, "Yo, a few masters, do you want to drink or stay in the hotel?"

A simple farmer who took the lead said with a smile on his face: "Let's rest here, and then we will continue on the road." ”

The shopkeeper, who had a smile on his face in the last second, immediately became gloomy, and seemed to be very dissatisfied with them.

But he still frowned and said: "I advise you to open a room and settle down, this place is not easy to live at night." I've said what I should have said, and it's up to you to decide. With that, he walked back to the back room.

The farmer uncle shook his head, sighed and said in a deep voice: "This year's harvest is not good, and the family is looking forward to the New Year with this money." Everyone pack up and get ready to go. ”

Several people on the side also nodded in agreement.

They came out this time because everyone was purchasing New Year's goods at the end of the year, so they brought this year's crops and vegetables to the county to sell, thinking of making some money and bringing some good things home for the New Year.

Qingchen looked at the peasant uncle and his party leaving the post station in disappointment, and he didn't feel good in his heart.

"It turns out that everything in the world is not going well, and this uncle is willing to sleep on the street by himself in order for his family to live a good life, which is really admirable. Presumably, this is the flavor of life in Master's mouth. Qingchen sighed in his heart.

After dinner, the three of them returned to their rooms. The room was small with only one bed.

Qingchen let the two brothers squeeze to sleep, while he meditated on the ground on the side.

Perhaps it was because they were too tired to travel during the day, and the two brothers of the Wang family immediately snored as soon as they lay down.

Qingchen on the side was immersed in his own world, unaffected by the snoring sound in the slightest.

It was late at night, and the clear full moon was covered with a layer of blood red at some point, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Qingchen opened his eyes suddenly, awakened by the pungent and disgusting smell.

"In the middle of the night, how can there be a smell of blood in this city?" Qingchen was puzzled and decided to go out to find out.

He gently pushed open the door, for fear of disturbing the Wang brothers.

But this worry was obviously unnecessary, and the two hugged each other and slept like dead pigs.

He walked out of the post station and walked towards the depths of the market. As we go deeper, the smell of blood becomes extremely strong.

Suddenly, he felt several figures looming behind him. Looking at the road ahead, there were several people lying down.

Qingchen covered his nose and walked over.

I saw these people smiling strangely and enjoying themselves, as if they had seen the most wonderful things in their lives before they died.

All the blood on his body was sucked dry, and only a layer of human skin wrapped in the body remained.

Looking at their clothes, Qingchen always felt a little familiar, weren't they the uncle who came to the post station just night and didn't spend the night, and the farmers who were traveling with him.

Qingchen looked around, trying to find out who the black shadow that had just passed by, but the secluded Shantang Street was empty.

Then he closed his eyes, carefully felt the aura of the neighborhood, and finally felt a vision.

"It's among those arched bridges on Shantang Street. Qingchen opened his eyes and said secretly.

Qingchen took out a red rune from his sleeve, held it on his chest, and walked into the depths.

"Why do you suck human blood?" he yelled at the arched bridge in front of him.

But the thing in the stone bridge didn't seem to hear his call, and there was no movement at all.

Qingchen was obviously a little annoyed, flew out of the red rune in his hand, and read: "Four elephants rise, red lotus opens!"

In an instant, the rune turned into a ball of red flames and flew towards the arched bridge in the form of a vermilion bird.

Just as he was about to touch the bridge, a halo appeared on the bridge, instantly extinguishing the karmic fire.

At this moment, a man came out of the halo, dressed in a silver robe, wearing a black gauze robe, and holding a silver wine jug in his hand, very coquettish.

The man lifted the flask, and the wine spilled in an arc in the air and fell into his mouth.

"Is it you, the little Taoist, who is arguing with the Great Immortal Qing Cultivation?" the man smiled wickedly.

"You haven't answered my question yet! If you are here to suck people's essence and blood, then I will definitely do the right thing for Heaven today!" Qingchen looked at the merry man in front of him, and he didn't have a good impression at all.

The silver-robed man laughed and said, "You said that I sucked human blood, but is there any evidence?" Qingchen was gagged by these words for a while, he really never saw this man harm people.

"There are no other demons in this city besides you, who are you if it's not you?" Qingchen asked tentatively.

The silver-robed man's expression became extremely serious. "Little Taoist, not only demons in this world can suck essence blood, but you people will too. I am the nine-life beaver at the foot of Ling Mountain, and I have been guarding this seven-mile mountain pond since a thousand years ago, and I have been disturbing the world with demons, how can I hurt people's lives. ”

It is rumored that the nine-life beaver has nine tails, and each tail can be worth one life and incarnate into one.

He divided his tail into seven doppelgangers, each of which guarded one mile of the seven-mile mountain pond.

The world only knows that there are seven raccoon cats, but they don't know that they are all his clones, so Qili Shantang is also called Qili Shantang.

"Since it is a spiritual beast of Lingshan, why didn't you save it when you just saw death?" Qingchen was puzzled, in his opinion, the immortal Buddha received incense from people and should protect the world.

The silver-robed man yawned impatiently and said, "Little Taoist, didn't I just say, I am only responsible for controlling the demons, this murderer is a human being, they cannibalize each other, what does it have to do with me? This world is so big, there are wars and chaos from time to time, people kill each other for power, how can I save everyone?"

"Then you shouldn't see death and not save it, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter!" Qingchen ignored the cat for a while.

The Nine Lives Heavenly Beaver was about to cry, how did he meet such a stubborn little Taoist.

"I said, little Taoist, you are too shallow to enter the world, and you have not yet seen through this world, everyone has their own destiny, so we don't have to be enemies of the destiny of heaven. ”

After that, he went back to the stone bridge, he really didn't want to entangle with Qingchen.

Qingchen's mind repeatedly thought about what the Nine Lives Heavenly Beaver said just now, the mandate of heaven cannot be violated, everyone has their own destiny, and life and death are determined by heaven. Then why did you come down the mountain, isn't it to save lives and help the wounded?

On the roof of a private house not far from Shantang Street. The figure shrouded in black robes looked at this scene on the bridge, licked the remaining blood at the corner of his mouth, and disappeared into the darkness.

Qingchen did not return to the post station, but carried the bodies of several people outside the city, dug a few pits and buried them.

One is that they are afraid that leaving the corpses in the city will cause panic among the people, and the other is that they hope that they will rest in peace as soon as possible and be reincarnated.

After doing all this, the sky was already slightly hazy, and Qingchen decided to temporarily separate from the Wang brothers and stay to find out the real culprit.

So he returned to the post station and told the Wang brothers what had happened last night.

"What! all the blood has been sucked dry?" Wang Mu immediately shouted in panic after hearing this.

Wang Lin on the side came up and slapped him on the head. "What's the fuss, I'm afraid that others won't know, we can't stay in this place, hurry up and leave today." Wang Lin said cautiously.

Qingchen nodded: "You will leave Suzhou City later, I will stay, and I will meet this vampire demon tonight to see who he is sacred." ”

After Wang Mu listened, his mouth opened to stuff an egg: "You, you... Do you really want to stay? This monster can suck human blood, you have fine skin and tender flesh, are you really not afraid?"

After speaking, Wang Lin on the side slapped him on the head again, and scolded: "You know a fart, Brother Qingchen's master is an immortal, such a small role, will the brother take it in his eyes!" Then, he smiled at Qingchen.

Qingchen looked at the two brothers in front of him, looking helpless, this big brother is too good at slapping horses.

"Thank you for your concern, if he sees you again in the future, we will have a drink together. Qingchen arched his hand and said.

The Wang brothers also responded. "We will set up a stall in the Confucius Temple in Jinling, if the elder brother is done, he can go there to find us. Wang Lin said.

Qingchen nodded. The two brothers also got into the carriage and went out of the city on the other side.