There was no light in the tunnel, so we could only bend down and move forward slowly. Fortunately, the tunnel was not very long, and it was still within the tolerance of everyone.
As they walked, Yan Baibai could faintly smell the aroma of wine. Soon, a light appeared not far ahead, marking the end of the tunnel. After exiting the tunnel, Yan Baibai realized that they had arrived at a tavern across the street from the library, and the place they had exited was the tavern's dedicated wine storage area.
Logically speaking, the sudden appearance of more than 40 people in the inner courtyard of the tavern should have been discovered by the people in the tavern long ago, but when everyone came out of the tunnel, no one in the tavern came out to check.
At this point, everyone thought that the tavern and the group, or rather, the people in the tavern, had been killed. Everyone walked out of the backyard in silence and saw the tavern's door filled with people: the owner, the waiter, the chef, and many guests holding bowls or glasses...
Oh, it seems that everyone has thought too much. This tavern is really good. Look, everyone has come out to watch the fun!
At this time, the man standing in the back row of the display cabinet was being stared at by so many pairs of eyes that he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He turned his head very slowly and found that a group of people appeared behind him. These people had bad faces and looked a little embarrassed. At first glance, they really looked like a group of evil spirits that had just crawled out of the ground.
The shopkeeper opened his mouth in surprise. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and pointed his index finger at the crowd. His mouth trembled and no sound came out for a while.
Outside, there was the sound of a raging fire, and many onlookers pointing and talking, so the sound coming out of the shopkeeper's mouth seemed insignificant.
Bang, boom, boom—
Ouch——
Wuhu——
Whoosh—
"You... who are you?"
The sound of the library collapsing, the exclamations of the onlookers, the shouts of gloating, the whistles and... the questions of the shopkeeper.
In this noisy environment, the shopkeeper's voice, after trying to calm down, was so insignificant. Fortunately, by this time, having left the center of the formation, most of the cultivators' cultivation had gradually recovered, and it was more than enough to hear the words coming from the display cabinet.
At this time, the monks had already performed the dust removal technique on themselves, and their bodies were refreshed. While they breathed a sigh of relief, the shopkeeper who saw everything also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was a monk, not a ghost. The worst thing he had done in all his life was shortchanging customers with drinks and using less-than-fresh ingredients. But they definitely wouldn't kill anyone. He'd thought ghosts had come to settle accounts with him just for that!
"Boss, please go and take a look at your wine cellar when you have time. There are surprises there." Yan Baibai came to the shopkeeper and reminded him.
"Wine...wine cellar? Our restaurant's wine cellar was completely booked half a year ago." The shopkeeper didn't know how these people came out, but when the monk in front of him mentioned the wine cellar and seeing how dusty and dusty everyone looked, it seemed that it was related to the wine cellar in the backyard of the restaurant.
"So that's how it is." Yan Baibai said meaningfully. She was always paying attention to the shopkeeper's facial expression. Seeing that he still looked confused, she confirmed that the shopkeeper was indeed unaware of the situation, so she didn't say anything else.
"Look, an immortal is here to put out the fire!"
The people watching the excitement at the restaurant door shouted, and Yan Baibai felt a sudden burst of powerful energy outside, followed by a huge gust of wind. The wind was so strong that it pushed the crowd watching the excitement at the restaurant door to the ground, and even Yan Baibai was blown back a few steps.
"Senior sister, be careful."
Yan Baibai felt something suddenly hit him from behind, and then he heard Lu Wuxiu's voice in his ears. Yan Baibai turned his head and looked up, and saw Lu Wuxiu looking down at him.
"I'm fine."
Yan Baibai smiled and stood up straight. Lu Wuxiu didn't move too far away from Yan Baibai. He reached out and pinched the long, smooth hair at her back, twisting it a bit before gently letting it go.
Because the crowd blocking the door fell to the ground, their vision became wider, and they could see the situation outside clearly.
The fire in the library across a wide street had been completely extinguished, leaving only a pile of black charcoal as high as a hill. High above the black charcoal, several monks were hovering in the air, looking at the ruins beneath their feet in disbelief, their eyes filled with anger and sorrow.
The cultivators in the air were obviously people with high cultivation. Yan Baibai didn’t recognize the others, but she saw her master, Daojun Chanyu.
Before Yan Baibai could go forward to call his master, he saw the people in the sky start moving again.
One of the monks, dressed in yellow robes, roared angrily, then used his spiritual power to gradually lift the wood from the ruins. He wailed, "Lingling, my precious daughter, I'm so sorry. I'm too late. Your mother is going to tear me apart."
Then, a male cultivator in a green robe also began to move the black charcoal, crying even louder than the yellow-robed cultivator: "Disciple, you are the only satisfactory disciple I have received in the past three hundred years. I am so sorry for you!"
"My fellow disciples, how could you die like this? You are the most talented disciples in our sect. How can I go back and explain after you did this? Wuuuuuu..." Another female cultivator in a white dress cried. It was obvious that she no longer cared about her fairy image at this time.
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