"Fire!"

Someone shouted in the darkness, and soon the quiet night sky was awakened by the noise of the residents.

"It's on fire... hurry up and put out the fire..."

Someone started knocking on doors, and lights were turned on in every house.

The house Song Ning and her friends rented was at the end of the alley. They waited for a long time before someone knocked on the door.

“Here it comes…”

Qiao Bo put on a coat, pretended to have just woken up, and went to open the door.

"There are two old houses on fire here. Hurry up and wake up the people at home. Anyone who can help should go and help!"

"It's so dry out, don't wait until the fire reaches your house..."

The person who came was the neighbor on the left, a talkative old man. Qiao Bo had met him several times.

When they first moved into this house, the old man gave them a bunch of vegetables as a way of congratulating them on their new home.

"Hey! Let's pack up and go over..."

Qiao Bo nodded gently, then held the old man's hand and said, "You and Auntie, don't go. He Yi and I will go over and take a look..."

"You're right! We're old enough not to cause trouble. You young people should go!"

"Bring whatever basins and buckets you have at home, they can be used!"

"We live so densely here that the fire brigade can't get here. Putting out the fire is entirely dependent on manpower. Any help is appreciated!"

Although the old man is old, he is very smart.

Hearing that Qiao Bo was willing to help, his expression softened a little.

"Don't worry, you two! My husband and I will help you look after your wife. Nothing will happen to her!"

Song Ning walked out of the house with a smile, "Grandpa is right, you and He Yi, go over and help! I'm here!"

"Is Auntie home? I just had something to ask you, and I'm just going to go with you..."

"I say! I say..."

Song Ning's words were so open and generous that the old man's expression became even kinder.

Qiao Bo and He Yi put on a full show, each carrying a bucket and running over. Song Ning also followed the old man back home.

But within ten minutes, Qiao Bo and Song Ning all returned here.

"I checked, and the police on guard have all gone to put out the fire and call for help. This post is temporarily vacant. We must hurry and get out of here before they react!"

"He Yi stayed over there to put out the fire, and he could provide some cover if anything happened..."

The two men smiled at each other, and Qiao Bo spoke first.

"The old man and the old lady next door were knocked unconscious by me. They will definitely be able to sleep well tonight..."

Song Ning blinked mischievously, "There's no time to lose, let's go!"

"Zhai Fang, you stay here. If anything happens, you and He Yi will coordinate with each other."

Zhai Fang nodded in agreement. He had been put under tracking powder, but he had removed some of the scent by taking a shower and changing clothes.

But there was no guarantee that the other party would have other means to find his hiding place, so for safety's sake, he decided not to cause trouble.

In order to prevent any further accidents, Song Ning used puppetry to control the eight women to follow Qiao Bo and move quietly to the north.

Hu Shulan once again transformed into a little fox and jumped onto the roof to clear the way for them.

After narrowly avoiding several groups of people running around, Song Ning and his friends finally saw the outline of the mountain to the north.

Song Ning didn't dare to be careless. The experience from countless novels and film and television dramas told her that the more critical the moment, the more cautious she should be.

Puppetry, also known as control, is a secret technique that allows one to control other people to perform various actions.

Normally, puppetry can only control one person, but this time Song Ning was very skilled and bold, and he controlled eight people at the same time.

She only controlled them to walk simply, and this step alone almost drained all her spiritual power.

If she hadn't accumulated enough merit recently and her spiritual power was not slowly recovering, she really wouldn't have been able to hold on this way.

"Are you okay?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans fell down Song Ning's head, and Qiao Bo kept looking back.

"Keep going!"

Song Ning gritted her teeth. The consumption of spiritual power was secondary. The most difficult thing was the mental consumption.

Controlling eight people at the same time is still a huge challenge for Song Ning.

Therefore, she had no intention of talking at all, and all her attention was focused on these eight women.

Qiao Bo suppressed his worries, carefully identified the direction, and led them into an alley.

The alley here is completely different from the one where they live. It is more desolate and dilapidated, and the traces of flooding are clearly visible.

When we got here, the night sky suddenly became quiet. Apart from the occasional flickering phosphorescence, there was no light to be seen.

"The place I'm talking about is just ahead..."

There were not many people living here, so Qiao Bo deliberately slowed down his pace and walked to Song Ning's side.

The place Qiao Bo mentioned was a relatively complete house with a private cellar, which was the perfect place to house the eight women.

"Such a remote place...are you sure the police can find it?"

Song Ning glanced at Qiao Bo suspiciously, feeling that if he wanted to commit a crime, he would definitely be the most cunning criminal.

"Of course I can..."

Qiao Bo smiled and patted Song Ning's head. "I left a lot of obvious traces. If they can't find them, then it's just a matter of their IQ."

"I wonder where the evidence you left is?"

Song Ning looked around and didn't see any difference at all.

"Here... and here..."

Qiao Bo pointed at a few places at random and said, "I deliberately left traces of multiple people moving around. As long as the police are not blind, they will definitely follow the traces and find us."

Song Ning didn't want to hit him, but she could guarantee that they would never find it!

To be on the safe side, Song Ning set another fire here.

She used a yellow talisman to start the fire. The yellow talisman was flammable and turned to ashes when it burned. The ashes mixed with the dry thatch on the roof and not even a trace was left.

In addition, Qiao Bo carefully erased the traces of their passing and made traces to confuse the vision, making it foolproof!

"It's on fire..."

The fire over there was just brought under control, and the fire here started again. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Song Ning and Qiao Bo mixed in with the crowd of people putting out the fire and sneaked back to their residence. Only Hu Shulan quietly waited for the police who arrived late to discover the eight women hiding in the cellar.

Seeing them being safely taken into the police car, Hu Shulan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She swore that she would never be kind-hearted again next time!

After getting rid of those eight hot potatoes, the next problem is the village.

Song Ning pressed her temples in pain. The excessive use of the control technique just now had taken a huge toll on her mental state.

Her temples were throbbing and her head was as swollen as a paste.

Qiao Bo stood up and put his hand on the top of Song Ning's head, gently massaging her with his fingers.

Qiao Bo's fingers were long and powerful, yet he used the lightest force possible. Waves of comfort came over Song Ning's scalp, and the expression on her face immediately relaxed.

She turned around dishonestly and hugged Qiao Bo's waist, lying in his arms like a spoiled child and refusing to get up.

As Qiao Bo's face warmed, the force of his fingers became gentler.

Zhai Fang and He Yi looked at each other, stretched, and went back to sleep tacitly.

If you have anything to say, let’s wait until dawn!

The task now is to sleep!