In the red leaf city shrouded in ghost fog, everyone has not woken up yet.

The small attic somewhere in the Xia family courtyard was empty.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a handsome young man walked into the door with the woman in blue in his hands, he carefully moved the wooden chair against the door with his feet, and then lifted the gauze tent and carefully put the woman on the bed.

Then he lightly instructed the big-headed girl close to Lori behind him: "You guard her here, I'll go find Xiaozi." ”

Naturally, he had no opinion and nodded.

As for being careful all the way, the line of sight outside the door is not clear or something, she didn't want to say anything at all.

Although the young man in front of him belonged to his nephew according to his seniority, he did not eliminate his fear of him at all.

Seeing that she agreed, Xia Ren went out directly, and there was a small flower bed with a quarter circle adjacent to the courtyard and the arch outside the door, and there were mostly shade-loving flowers in the altar.

With a thought, he approached the flower bed, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Ghost Array Twenty-Eight, Amnesia!"

A miserable white snake-like aura slowly flowed out from his fingers, entrenched in this flower bed, and soon the air around him became stagnant, and Xia Ren could feel a strange feeling of drowning and suffocation.

It seems that as long as you are in this small area, you will feel like you have entered a different dimension.

Seeing that this area happened to cover the entrance of the small attic, the young man nodded with satisfaction, and according to the previous explanation of the Great Elder, he walked briskly in the direction of Shixin Island.

Although the fog was thick, it was summoned by him, so it couldn't block his vision at all.

It's just that the ghost fog that supports the entire Red Leaf City requires a huge amount of internal force, and he roughly calculated, it will probably take a thousand years of internal force to maintain the existence of the ghost fog.

If the area is reduced, the corresponding internal forces will be reduced.

Anyway, the existence of the ghost fog depends on his mind, so he is not in a hurry to consume this point.

Ten minutes later.

In front of the small flower bed in front of the small attic, a miserable white shadow suddenly appeared.

The face seemed to have been soaked in water for decades, and the body exuded a strange smell of decay, and the shadow creaked and walked in the courtyard.

And near the water, another petite white shadow was prostrate, stretching out a hand as white as jade from the water, black hair covering his face, and slowly struggling to crawl out.

The overlapping of different Yin Arrays will lead to the revival of curses!

The ghost array is the evolution of the Yin array, and naturally this rule also applies.

However, Xia Ren didn't know this at all, even if he had encountered it once before, Tiger Forty-One didn't tell him about it, so he unknowingly released two ghost formations.

One is to shroud the Red Leaf City and make it convenient for oneself to act. First, to protect the family and prevent accidents.

He was right.

However, the two evil ghosts in the ghost array woke up, and he didn't know it.

The two demons soon met, but instead of fighting each other, they looked at each other from a distance.

After all, they belong to the same person.

This situation has never occurred among all those who practice the Mantra Sutra.

But the facts show that these two ghosts are not fighting because of regional reasons.

On the contrary, the two are very tacitly bounded by a certain invisible line, and they each turn away, and they need to harvest resentment, fear, and death to strengthen themselves.

Coincidentally, neither of the two demons went to the small attic in the courtyard.

At this time, in a luxurious attic somewhere in the Zong family, a plump beauty wearing only a belly pocket was crying in a low voice: "You dead man, why did you go to Sanming Mountain and haven't come back, if you have any accidents, what should I do." ”

She was alone on an empty bed, tossing and turning, but she was the newly accepted concubine of the three elders.

Suddenly, she felt some cold wind around her neck, and her whole body froze, and she looked sideways at the oiled paper window in confusion.

The window opened slightly, and a strange white mist was drilling in, one after another, not so much like clouds, but a rotten head.

"It's annoying!" she muttered, then got out of bed wrapped in the quilt, walked to the window, reached out and grabbed the handle of the window, and pulled it back hard.

But the window didn't move, and that little gap couldn't be closed.

"What's going on?" the plump beauty frowned and tried a few more times.

But it seems that the window is stuck by something.

"Strange—" she became a little annoyed, and the quilt was placed on her round shoulders, and her hands clenched the handle of the push window, and she gritted her teeth and pulled in.

Bang dang!

The window slammed shut.

The plump woman seemed to let out a bad breath, and after closing the window tightly, she yawned and walked to the bed.

As she passed the vanity mirror, she instinctively glanced sideways.

"Why is I a little weird today?" she was a little strange, and took a few steps closer.

Maybe it was because of the bad light at night, she couldn't see clearly, so she came closer.

Only then did she see that the woman in the mirror was actually covered by long hair, and her hands were white and creepy.

The jade-white hand was on the frame, as if it was about to crawl out of it.

Ahhh

This kind of situation happened in many places in the Xia family.

But Xia Ren didn't know at all, he had already stepped on a flat boat by the lake, and the boat was propped up, and the ripples on the water surface suddenly rippled.

Poetry Island is about 10 minutes from the shore.

And the long night is long, and the beautiful boy has time.

For some reason, he always had such a strange thought, that is, Xia Ci absolutely didn't have an accident!

The idea was unfounded, so he quickened his movements.

But after two blows, the thick bamboo pole shattered.

The handsome young man was also quite helpless, so he had to completely restrain his internal strength, like an ordinary person, and slowly began to paddle and move forward.

At this time, the Xia family was in the luxurious wing room where the distinguished guests were welcomed.

Bai Cunfeng opened his eyes suddenly, and his right hand instantly grasped the sword on the bed.

Swordsman, the sword is not far away!

Even in his sleep, he slept with the sword.

At this time, he felt a kind of forest aura that was different from the cold of the night, which was slowly spreading in the room, and the cold air was revealing a terrible smell.

"Where is the demon, sneaky!" Bai Cunfeng's sunny face showed a look of jealousy and hatred.

He adjusted his breathing, and suddenly entered a state of extreme quiet, and the slightest movement around him would be keenly captured by him.

Holding the hilt of the sword tightly in his right hand, this proud disciple of the only surviving grandmaster "Hanyan" Tian Yuan of the Mo Shang swordsman is obviously still remarkable in swordsmanship.

At least now, his starting hand has enveloped himself completely.

The forty-two styles of Yunfeng and the Sea of Fog seem to be virtual and real, ethereal, and the attack angle is like an antelope hanging its horns, and there is no trace to be found.

Bai Cunfeng is confident that no matter where the enemy appears from or what angle he attacks, he can instantly strike his sword and slash it with one sword!

It's just that this is the Xia family, the home of his future brother-in-law, what kind of demons will there be?

He had a slight doubt in his heart.