Just as she put on her clothes, she saw Yin Buqi's slender figure coming down from behind her, and he put his arms around her and covered her with a veil.

Jiang Niannian was stunned and looked up at him in confusion. His face was hidden behind the black scarf, with only a pair of watery almond eyes showing.

Yin Buqi said, "I heard that the monster likes to kill and skin people. Nian Nian is so pretty, we can't let that thing get interested in her."

Jiang Niannian looked at his handsome face that was not like that of an ordinary person: "..." Don't you have any idea who is more likely to be remembered?

…

It was a dark and windy night, a time for murder and arson.

The long street that was bustling during the day was now empty and filled with white mist.

Yin Ci was walking on the street. A gust of cold wind blew by. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the sword at his waist and thought to himself, "Brother Jiang is really something. We clearly agreed to go out together to kill the monster, but he slept like a dead pig and couldn't be woken up even if I called him. Well, after I kill the monster, I will go back to Rimu to claim the credit. Let those cowards see what courage is!"

Turning the corner and walking into an alley, a rich fragrance hits you in the face.

Yin Ci squinted his eyes and looked through the mist, vaguely seeing the outline of a woman.

As I got closer, I could hear the woman sobbing softly.

Yin Ci frowned, feeling somewhat alert, and kept a certain distance from her. He asked, "What are you doing outside at night, a woman, instead of sleeping?"

The woman was still crying, looking delicate and weak, and she looked up at him.

A face as beautiful as a lotus emerging from water.

Yin Ci was startled: "Miss Tang?"

Tang Murou rubbed her ankle pitifully, as if she was afraid that he would abandon her. "I came out with the others to exorcise demons, but we got separated by accident and sprained our ankle. Can you carry me back? I... I'm scared to be alone."

"Women are really troublesome." Yin Ci saw that she was one of his own and dispelled his doubts. However, he couldn't just leave her alone. He frowned even more, straightened his hair and said, "Come up."

Tang Murou smiled tenderly and thanked him: "Yin Ci, thank you, you are so kind."

Yin Ci carried her out of the alley and walked along the long street, but he felt more and more that something was wrong.

The person behind me became lighter and lighter, and his whole body became wet, as if he had just run out of the water.

He had never had much contact with women, and he only heard his father say that women are made of water.

Tang Murou suddenly interrupted his thoughts and said, "Yin Ci, do you think I look good?"

Yin Ci muttered, "Don't all women look the same? What's the difference between pretty and ugly?"

"Is that so... Then let me show you what I really look like."

As he spoke, Yin Ci heard the sound of flesh tearing behind him. His heartbeat suddenly quickened. He looked back stiffly. In the hazy moonlight, a pair of lifeless eyes were floating in the air!

"What the hell! What the hell is this!" Yin Ci threw the thing on his back away.

He looked down and saw that his clothes were all stained with blood. He made a random move and flames rose from his palms. Only then could he see clearly that the "person" seemed to have been burned, with a skinny, charred and scarred body. Because the light was too dim, it blended into the night, so the first reaction was to see only two blood-red eyes.

"What kind of monster dares to come out and harm people!" Yin Ci calmed his mind and stabbed forward with his sword, and the sword light shone brightly.

The monster was not angry and still had a smile on his face, but from his blood-stained red lips, a bright red thing flashed out like lightning! It was his tongue!

The bloody tongue flexibly struggled with the sword, and licked Yin Ci's face when he was not prepared.

"My dear child, why are you so rude to me? Would you like me to kiss you?"

"I'm going to kiss your mother's head!" Yin Ci shouted loudly, poured his spiritual power into the sword, and cut off the tongue in one stroke.

The monster seemed to be enraged. It opened its mouth suddenly, revealing two rows of sharp and densely packed teeth, and rushed towards Yin Ci at an astonishing speed, arriving in front of him in just a moment.

Yin Ci's heart was pounding, and his blood was boiling: "This time it's really over!"

In a flash, a long sword broke through the air!

“Aa ...

The monster in front of me let out an ear-piercing scream.

It was stabbed in the chest by the sword, and blood flowed along the sword's body to the tip of the sword and fell to the ground.

Yin Ci turned his head and saw a man with black hair and red eyes, wearing a black robe, with fluttering clothes, walking on the moon.

It was Yin Buqi, the man who defeated him that day and ranked first in the Immortal Alliance Conference.

Yin Ci's legs went limp and he sat on the ground with his head lowered. In his heart, he knew that the gap between him and Yin Buqi was too big.

Although he is already a leader among immortal cultivators, Yin Buqi is even better.

A person like Yin Buqi, once seen, will never be forgotten. He is like an evil immortal who has fallen into the mortal world. There is no other like him in the world.

The monster was quite skilled. He pulled out the sword from his chest and turned around to escape.

Yin Buqi didn't even look at Yin Ci, picked up the sword, flew over and chased the monster.

Two dark shadows shuttled through the mist at an unpredictable speed.

Jiang Niannian, who came later, helped Yin Ci up from the ground and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Yin Ci shook his head, still immersed in his own emotions, a little dazed.

"Then you go back first, I'll go and help you." Jiang Niannian let go of him and turned to leave.

"I, I'm with you."

On this side, Yin Buqi chased to a river and saw that the monster was about to dive into the water. He turned over and got in front of the monster, but the sword that was about to chop him was slightly stunned.

Even though he knew the thing in front of him was not Jiang Niannian, the face that was 90% similar was enough to stop him from doing it.

While he was stunned, the monster had already flashed past and slipped into the water, disappearing without a trace.

Jiang Niannian and Yin Ci, who had rushed over, saw the monster running away and felt a little regretful: "We almost caught it."

Looking up, she saw Yin Buqi's stunned expression, and Jiang Niannian asked in confusion, "Buqi, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Yin Buqi retracted his sword and said, "That thing can hide its aura and change its appearance at will. It looks like a demon but not a demon, like a devil but not a devil. I have never seen it before."

"That's not a demon, nor a monster." A male voice came from the mist.

"Who?!" Yin Ci drew his sword and fought back.

"Don't do anything, we're one of us." The man slowly approached, his black hair tied with a white ribbon, he was dressed in moon-white satin, and had a white jade flute hanging from his waist.

Yin Buqi subconsciously stood in front of Jiang Niannian.

"My name is Song Shi, and I am also one of the monks who will enter the psychedelic realm for the trial this time." The man walked to the river and took a look, then continued, "After a person dies, his body decays. His soul is a ghost; some of them do not enter the underworld but continue to wander in the world of the living, or leave the underworld at night and sneak into the world of the living. Some of them can convey messages to people in their dreams or cause trouble to the living. They are called Yin spirits."

Jiang Niannian asked: "To put it simply, those who enter the underworld after death are called 'ghosts', and those who do not enter the underworld are called 'yin spirits', right?"

Song Shi said: "Yes."

"How do you know that?"

"I usually like to read some weird stories."

Suddenly, Yin Ci asked in confusion: "Eh? Why are all the lotus flowers in this river green? Are they evil flowers?"

Song Shi sneered: "If you had read more books, you wouldn't have asked such a stupid question. This kind of lotus is called Jinling Ningcui." Song Shi dragged out his annoying long tone, full of sarcasm.

Jiang Niannian thought to herself: This guy's ability to use a sharp tongue is on par with Shen Yu's.