The scene in front of him completely exceeded Qi Yun's expectations.

The whole room was eerie, dusty, covered in cobwebs, and no one had lived in it for years, so it was not the same place as during the day.

The figures of Li Qing and the others all disappeared, except for a few pieces of clothing left on the hanger, and there was not even a single footprint on the ground.

Qi Yun's heart sank, knowing that it was broken, he quickly rushed to his room.

As soon as I entered, my room was completely changed, with dust and cobwebs, a strong musty smell on the bed, and a few dead rats lying there.

On the table, there were several plates, all of which were food sent by the shopkeeper before.

However, a scene on the plate made Qi Yun almost vomit.

A few pieces of carrion were placed there, and white maggots wriggled on them, but luckily they hadn't eaten before.

He glanced at it, grabbed the steel knife, and rushed out the door.

This is definitely some kind of illusion, everything before is fake.

Qi Yun rushed out of the room and ran downstairs.

The first floor was even darker, the two doors were shut, and the windows were nailed with wooden planks, and through the faint light, it was barely possible to see clearly.

The lobby was even more chaotic, with the floor littered with jars, jars, cobwebs, and a long corridor on the left that stretched all the way inside.

Qi Yun's gaze became gloomy, and he grabbed the steel knife tightly and walked towards the long corridor.

A faint rancid smell mixed with the smell of damp and moldy kept coming, and there were bursts of sharp insect chirps in the corners, like the chirping of some centipede.

Suddenly, he felt as if he had stepped on something on the soles of his feet and looked down.

A white human hand was lying there, covered with mosquitoes and a rancid stench.

He looked away and continued down the hallway.

The corridor is not long, about more than 20 meters, there are rooms on both sides, most of the doors are broken, and a few are still intact and tightly closed.

He gently pushed open the closed doors, and a pungent stench hit the pavement, and with the help of the faint moonlight, he could barely see the bones of a dozen corpses lying inside, which looked like some years.

Qi Yun's face was even more ugly.

He searched one room after another, but he never found Li Qing and the others.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound behind him, and he turned his head suddenly.

At the end of the hallway, a dark shadow rushed quickly.

"Who!"

Qi Yun snorted and quickly chased down.

Rushing out of the hallway, the dark shadow had long since disappeared, and he took out the fire fold and shone it on the ground, two faint footprints spread along the stairs to the upper floor.

Qi Yun followed the footprints.

The inn has a total of three floors, and the entire second floor is occupied by other Jianghu men in addition to the people of their Qinglong Gang, but all the way to open the door, those men are all gone.

The footprints stretch all the way to the third floor.

He walked to the third floor, where there were relatively few guest rooms on the entire third floor, only seven rooms.

The doors of his rooms were opened, and the inside was broken and damp, and the hunchbacked old man, the lame old man, and the young man in white who had come in before were all gone.

The footprints on the ground extended to the innermost room, stopping at the outside of that room, and the two doors were tightly closed, giving the impression that the dark shadow seemed to be hiding here.

Qi Yun put away the fire fold, his eyes were indifferent, he pulled out the steel knife with his right hand, and slowly pushed open the door with his left hand.

The gloomy atmosphere was thick, and the black pressure was pressing, and as the door was pushed bigger and bigger, there was no trace of any figure's existence, and soon the door was completely open.

Qi Yun's eyes narrowed.

No one?

Call!

At this moment, a black shadow swooped out from behind him like a ghost, fast to the extreme, and grabbed directly at the back of his heart.

Qi Yun turned his head like lightning, and 3 points of energy instantly wrapped the steel knife, and swept directly across the knife.

Burst!

The knife cut directly into the abdomen of the black shadow, and bursts of green smoke came out, and the black shadow let out a piercing scream.

Two cold lights burst out in Qi Yun's eyes.

It's the second little one in the shop!

The shopkeeper was slashed by him, his face was painful, he grabbed the steel knife with both hands and pulled it out with all his might, but then Qi Yun used both hands to exert force, and the entire steel knife was cut out directly from the waist and abdomen of the shopkeeper.

Burst!

The shopkeeper was swept into two on the spot, but there was not the slightest blood flowing out.

After the two bodies were broken, they smashed to the ground and turned directly into two pieces of white paper.

To be precise, it was a paper figure, which was cut off by the waist.

Qi Yun frowned, and picked up a piece of white paper on the ground with a steel knife.

It's also too weak.

This is also a demon?

But why is there no blood?

Rumble!

Suddenly, a low voice sounded outside the inn, as if something had exploded.

Qi Yun quickly rushed to the window on the side and looked outside.

In the distance, there was a rising fire, and several figures were haunting, as if there was a big battle going on.

He was startled in his heart, and saw the figure of a hunchbacked old man flashing in the distance, jumping out of the window on the third floor, his feet firmly on the ground, grabbing the steel knife, and quickly approaching the place where the battle was fighting.

At this time, the scene on the street was completely beyond Qi Yun's expectations.

The rest of the town's homes were all different, the houses were as tattered and dusty as the inn, and there were many paper figures lying on the streets, some of them had been pierced through their foreheads, some of them were scorched, and some of them were chopped to pieces.

He looked at the houses, and his heart was churning, and suddenly he understood.

Are these paper figures former townspeople?

It's all paper people?

What kind of weird trick is this?

Qi Yun controlled the sound of footsteps and quickly rushed through.

The center of the town.

The shopkeeper coughed up blood in his mouth, stood on a small roof, his face was pale, he was holding a pair of extra-large scissors in his hand, looked at the three people opposite, and said with a miserable smile: "I didn't expect that I would have Zhou Bucai today, and let the three masters deal with me at the same time, it's really my great honor, I know what the purpose of your coming here is, I can't hide it, I have lived in seclusion here for more than ten years, and I have indeed found a clue, I can tell you, but you have to spare my life, otherwise, I would rather take this secret down than say." ”

Opposite him, in three directions, stood three figures.

It's all Qi Yun who has seen it during the day.

One was the hunchbacked old man, and the other was a lame old man.

The other one is the young man in white.

However, the current state of the three of them made Qi Yun's heart dark.

Half of the hunchbacked old man's body was shrouded in black gas, his face was pale, with a strange smile, and a black tin jar was placed beside him, and the jar rustled, and he didn't know what it contained.

The old man at the foot of the slope was holding a bamboo pole, exuding a hazy blue light on his body, wearing a wide-sleeved cannon, and there was an indescribable mysterious temperament.

The white-robed young man was holding a folding fan, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and he was gently fanning the folding fan, but the lower half of his body was shrouded in a red flame, and the lower half of his body seemed to be completely composed of flames.

Qi Yun's heart was surging.

There are indeed people in this world who have mysterious powers.