Chapter 47 Luo Pan felt a chill in his chest.
Beiwu Town is not very big. Due to its climate, it is naturally not as prosperous and densely populated as the Central Plains and Dongduan.
But it is not small either. If several people work in groups, it will take at least half a day to roughly check the entire town. If they want to check it in detail, it will take several days.
In order to help everyone find the monster's trace as quickly as possible, Li Mu and Asin took out a specially prepared map of Beiwu Town and distributed it to several people.
Before parting, Chu Ye repeatedly reminded everyone to protect themselves and to use the communication jade token to inform others as soon as possible if any situation occurs.
After everyone agreed one by one, they paired up and went in different directions.
Among the three pairs, one person in each pair can control a sword and can just bring the other person along.
Mu Fuyun's sword-controlling skills were now flawless, and he immediately took Yu Cen and flew steadily towards the two areas in the west that he was responsible for.
Yu Cen was a little nervous at first, but when he saw that the sword was as steady as a rock, he was impressed and envious. He quickly took the map to study it. He didn't want to hold her back at all.
"Yesterday's body was found in the area we're responsible for." He quickly found a route. "We can use this as a starting point and investigate from west to east."
Mu Fuyun had no objection. He controlled the sword to change direction under his guidance and flew towards the west.
Noticing Yu Cen's hard-to-conceal envious look, Mu Fuyun neither felt proud nor comforted him.
It's just sword-flying, and you'll learn it sooner or later. Yu Cen wasn't a rare genius, but he was humble and down-to-earth, willing to put in the effort. He didn't need anyone to point him out; he figured out the tricks by trial and error.
She thought about it, and condensed a spiritual power in the palm of her hand, connecting it with the breath and spiritual power in her body, forming a small wave in the floating air so that people could feel her control.
Yu Cen noticed her movements and quickly understood what was going on. He quickly released his spiritual sense, carefully feeling the fluctuations in the air and trying to figure out how to control the sword.
"Don't just focus on this," Mu Fuyun reminded softly, "We are here to search for traces of monsters."
"I know, I'll remember it!" Yu Cen didn't hesitate for a moment and raised the compass in his hand. "I brought this with me. It can roughly determine the direction of the evil spirit."
Although the compass used to capture demons and evil spirits is not accurate enough, it is still helpful.
"Your spiritual sense is also open. Besides learning to fly the sword, you should also pay attention to the surrounding situation at all times! Just focus on flying the sword."
After he finished speaking, Mu Fuyun slowed down and asked the two of them to move down a little so that his spiritual sense could cover them more easily.
He is only a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, and the range he can explore with his spiritual sense is very limited. If he encounters a high-level evil creature, he will not be able to identify it.
Yu Cen felt her movement and couldn't help but look at her again.
Although he didn't have a bad impression of Mu Fuyun in the sect before, and even had a vague admiration for him, they didn't get along very closely in the past year or so.
Mu Fuyun has always given people the feeling that he is a little different.
This kind of uniqueness is different from Zhan Yao's extraordinary strength and arrogance. Her strength is sometimes high and sometimes low, and is erratic. It is more of a calmness and composure that goes beyond her age.
She seemed different from the other students who had just embarked on the immortal path. She was not lively, not competitive, did not joke with others, did not show off in front of the elders, and did not communicate with her senior brothers and sisters...
She doesn't have any of the tempers or emotions that other disciples of her age have.
This made him subconsciously think that she must be a loner who was unwilling to cooperate with others.
But now it seems that this is not the case.
"I'm just a little slow to warm up and not very talkative, but I don't mean to be eccentric." Mu Fuyun glanced at him and suddenly replied with a smile.
Yu Cen was stunned, realizing that he had inadvertently expressed his thoughts. He blushed immediately, and to hide his embarrassment, he quickly lowered his head to check the compass in his hand.
The palm-sized compass looked shiny and obviously new, probably specially prepared for this mission.
However, the pointer that was supposed to indicate the direction of the monster was shaking and spinning inexplicably for some reason.
"What's going on?" Yu Cen frowned and looked at the pointer, trying to stop it with his finger, but failed. The compass was also a low-level magic weapon, made of special materials, and was restricted, so it would not be changed by external forces.
"let me see."
Mu Fuyun reached out, took the compass handed to him by Yu Cen, and began to turn it over in his hand.
"I have to ask them." Yu Cen was not idle either. He quickly used the jade token to communicate with others.
Yu Cen: "There seems to be something wrong with the compass. The needle is shaking and can't indicate the direction. How are you guys doing?"
Xu Lian: "Our compass is useless."
Li Mu: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you that the compass and the warning formation are both out of service and can't indicate the direction."
Chu Ye: "Everyone should use their spiritual sense to search carefully. It doesn't matter if it's a little slower."
"Forget it," Yu Cen said, "this is the only way."
Mu Fuyun looked at the message on the jade token, then glanced at the compass in his hand, and couldn't help frowning.
Is it invalid?
But just now she used her spiritual power to probe into the central magnetic needle and took a look. The compass was intact and not broken.
As a former great weapon cultivator, he should not have made a mistake in this little matter.
"I heard that this area is close to the spiritual vein and there is a lot of residual demonic energy, so magnets and other objects are often not very sensitive." Yu Cen put away the compass, thought for a while, and said.
Mu Fuyun felt that there was something fishy going on, but he couldn't tell what it was at the moment, so he didn't say much and just took him to the well where the male corpse was found yesterday.
The desert is short of water, and the people of Beiwu rely on a few wells for their daily drinking water. On ordinary days, the wells would be crowded with people fetching water.
But that incident happened just yesterday, and now the well is empty. People who need water would rather wrap their headscarves and brave the scorching sun to fetch water from a farther well than come here.
There was only a lame old woman standing by the well, carrying a fragile lead bucket, cursing and drawing water.
"You are committing a crime, you are bringing bad luck, please leave now!"
Mu Fuyun and Yu Cen walked to her side and finally heard what she was muttering.
"Old lady, let me help you." Seeing that the old woman was having difficulty drawing water, Yu Cen stepped forward to help.
"Who are you? Are you evil spirits?" The old woman's nerves were tense. With a clang, she snatched her lead bucket and held it in front of her like a weapon. "Don't touch me!"
Yu Cen's good intentions were interrupted, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.
Mu Fuyun was very calm. He straightened his Taoist robe in front of the old woman, pointed to the word "Tian Yan" embroidered on his chest, and said, "Old lady, we are cultivators of the Tian Yan Sect."
The old woman stared at the two words warily, then looked back and forth at the two people before she felt relieved. "So you two young immortals! No wonder I was so suspicious. Someone died here yesterday! If it weren't for my inconvenient legs and feet, I wouldn't dare come here to fetch water!"
Yu Cen took the lead bucket again, lowered it into the well, and filled it with water: "Since the old man has difficulty walking, let us help you take it back."
The old woman thanked him profusely. Mu Fuyun looked around and supported her on the side of her lame leg. As they walked, he asked, "Old lady, you live nearby. Do you recognize the man who had the accident yesterday?"
"I recognize him, of course I recognize him!" The old woman shuddered and shook her head. "That's Wang Er, a poor kid too. If I remember correctly, he was only sixteen. He had a mother and an older sister at home. He signed up for the Chamber of Commerce a few days ago, saying he wanted to join the caravan to haul goods and earn money to support his mother and sister. He was a good kid, very sensible. He was supposed to leave with the caravan today, but who knew he'd be gone yesterday? What a sin!"
The old woman suddenly stopped talking and pointed to a house with a half-open door in front of her. She said, "Look, this is Wang Er's home. His mother and sister must be very sad right now. They cried all night last night. It was so heartbreaking to hear them!"
The three of them passed by the old woman's house, which was across from the Wang family. Yu Cen brought her water and poured it into the water tank. He vowed, "Don't worry, old man. We will definitely find the evil monster!"
The old woman held his hand and begged him repeatedly, "Little Master, we are counting on you two!"
Mu Fuyun did not participate in their conversation anymore, but looked in the direction of the Wang family.
The people living in this area are all poor, with small houses. Behind the thin door is the Wang family's hall.
The mother and daughter sat at the low table, speechless.
It really looked like he was extremely sad and exhausted.
Outside the half-open door, sunlight shone into the dim room, creating a band of light half a person's width.
The younger one, probably Wang Er's sister, was sitting in the light strip, facing the door sideways, with her head slightly lowered.
Mu Fuyun just looked at her profile, and for some reason he felt a strange feeling in his heart.
At the same time, she felt a chill in her chest. It was Xie Hanyi's crystal piece. As if it sensed something, a layer of frost quickly condensed on its surface.
"Yu Cen," she frowned and turned to Yu Cen, who had already sent the old woman back, "Where's the compass?"
Yu Cen didn't understand what was going on, but he quickly took out the compass from his mustard seed bag and handed it to her: "What's wrong? Look at this needle, it's still broken."
"No, it's not broken."
Mu Fuyun didn't have time to explain to him, he just stared at the pointer carefully.
Although it was still shaking and spinning around, unlike the aimless spinning just now, this time the fluctuations were mostly directed in a certain direction -
Looking in this direction, it was the half-open door of the Wang family.
In the light strip, Sister Wang, who had originally lowered her head, had turned her head around at some point and was looking at this side with an expressionless face.
He had an ordinary appearance and a look of despair, but when their eyes met, a very faint black aura suddenly spread around his pupils.
"It's her."
Mu Fuyun saw it clearly and stuffed the compass back into Yu Cen's mustard seed bag. Before Yu Cen could react, he drew his sword first.
"What?" Yu Cen asked as he drew his sword before he could react, although he didn't know where the sword was pointing.
"She's been possessed by a demon—no, she is the demon now!"
After Mu Fuyun finished speaking, he ran to the door of Wang's house.
The woman inside watched her movements without showing any panic. She just suddenly sneered, stood up from her seat, opened the door, and stood in the glaring sunlight.
There was a "puff" sound as if fire was extinguished by cold water, and a ball of thick black gas emerged from her body and rushed into the sky like a ghost.
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