Qinghan hadn't originally planned to stay at the inn, but the village head's residence was for disciples of the immortal sects. After the people from Tianzhi Sect left, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to go back there. The young master had asked him to stay in town, and he needed a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

It rained heavily during the day, and a crescent moon appeared at night.

The roof, still wet from the rain, shimmered in the moonlight, its reflection obscured by several dark shadows in the night.

Qinghan preferred quiet and wasn't good at communicating with people, so she chose a room on the top floor and at the very edge. A dark figure stood hovering in the air on a sword, and one of them asked, "Are you sure this is the room?"

"Yes, the two of them are staying together. It's been raining today, and they haven't left the inn yet."

The leader nodded: "Make your move."

"yes."

A group of a dozen or so people surrounded a small guest room, intently entering. Their breathing was still even, and the person inside was fast asleep. They slowly approached, and the shadows under the moonlight were reflected on the almost transparent window paper.

Qing Han seemed to have noticed something. His fingers twitched slightly, and before he could be on guard, his tense body relaxed little by little, as if he had been soothed by something.

He lay on his side, something darting about in the half-lifted corner of the blanket. A pure white scorpion crawled out from under the blanket, climbed to the edge of the bed, landed, and transformed into a human shape. It slowly approached the window, the hazy moonlight illuminating half of his sickly face. He leaned against the windowsill, his eyes seemingly fixed on nothing in particular.

Jie Beiying slightly raised her hand that was hanging by her side, and several hidden weapons that shimmered with an eerie green light suddenly flew out of her hand, breaking through the window. The sound of silver needles piercing flesh was barely audible, but it was exceptionally clear in the silent moonlit night.

Those who approached the window didn't even see the attack clearly before being struck in the throat by a hidden weapon, unable to make a sound. They fell to the ground, but just before hitting the ground, their bodies rapidly expanded and exploded along the ground, splattering blood and staining a large area of ​​the street.

What ruthless methods!

The few people who had escaped the disaster while guarding the rooftop stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with horror. After exchanging glances, they made a snap decision and fled the inn.

The town returned to tranquility. The person by the window walked back to the bedside, only to see the sleeping person on the bed twitch their nose, instantly waking them up.

Qinghan was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. He subconsciously reached out to touch his side, but did not feel a smooth, hard shell. He looked up and saw a figure standing next to his bed.

"What's wrong?"

He sniffed again, but apart from the faint incense in the inn, there was no other smell. The bloodstains from earlier seemed to be his imagination.

Jie Beiying sat down on the edge of the bed. "It's okay, you get some sleep."

Qinghan couldn't sleep, so she sat up and rubbed her eyes: "Then why did you get up?"

Suddenly, a cool hand rested on my head, and someone chuckled softly in my ear: "It's comfortable in your arms, but when you're pressing down on me, I can't breathe!"

"..."

Qinghan froze, her face flushing red in the darkness: "I...I'm sorry."

"It's alright, I'll just sleep like this."

As he spoke, he lay down on the edge of the bed, fully clothed.

Qinghan immediately moved over to make room for him, helped him lie down, and reminded him, "You...you should lie closer. You can't see, so if anything happens, remember to call me."

"……good."

In the dead of night, no one noticed that a group of people had appeared outside the inn and then left, nor did anyone see several figures darting out of the alley near the inn at an extremely fast speed and quickly clearing the streets. Even less did anyone know that the people who escaped had already turned into dust before they even left the town on their swords.

On Mount Pipi, in a waterside pavilion, Geng Qi opened his eyes from his sleep. In the past, as long as he hadn't seen the sun, he would have gone back to sleep even after waking up. But now, he was so startled that he was wide awake.

How did he fall asleep?

When did he fall asleep?

Who put him on the couch?

Also, whose bed did he sleep on?

There was no one around. Only the gauze curtain fluttering in the wind indicated that he was still in Chengyun Pavilion, which Yandanmen had arranged for Rongyu. His last memory was of sitting at the tea table drinking tea, and then his consciousness gradually faded away.

He was sleeping so soundly that if someone had harbored ill intentions towards him during that time, he would have been dead!

Even more strangely, the bone whip on his wrist didn't react at all!

He was secretly on guard. He got out of bed, lit a fire for light, and climbed over the layers of gauze curtains to see a faint candlelight.

Rong Yu sat cross-legged at the table, seemingly meditating.

Geng Qi walked over quietly and sat down in the spot where he had been sitting before. The moment his bottom touched the cushion, the person opposite him opened his eyes.

The candlelight was before him. When he suddenly opened his eyes, they seemed to blaze like two flames. Geng Qi paused for a moment before sitting down: "Um...I...you..."

He pointed in the direction he came out, wondering how he got in. If he was in a bad position and uncomfortable, he would have woken up. If he wasn't in a bad position, there seemed to be only two possibilities he could think of.

He couldn't possibly have someone carry him; after all, he was someone who couldn't be seen in the light of day within the Yan Dan Sect.

When Rong Yu saw him come out, he changed his sitting position and, without answering, asked instead, "Are you still sleepy?"

Geng Qi nodded: "Much better."

He was actually still very sleepy, his eyes were sore, and his head was heavy, but he didn't dare to sleep because he wasn't safe.

On the table was the diagram of the incomplete formation he had seen, which might not be exactly the same, but with Rong Yu's skills, he could complete about 70-80% of it.

Geng Qi stared at the diagram for a moment and asked, "How is it? Have you made any progress?"

Rong Yu pondered: "If I'm not mistaken, the array you mentioned set up in the cave is an improvement on the Soul-Seizing Array. It can separate the soul and control those without a soul. It's a protective array, not a killing array; it protects the soul, not the person."

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