Puff!!
Blood gushed out, and a large head flew high into the air. It landed beside the corpse, rolled a few times, and then stopped moving.
Xiang Sheng did not let down his guard, but stepped forward and stabbed the old poisonous insect ghost a dozen times, making sure that he was dead. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, waved his sleeve to roll up the old poisonous insect ghost's storage ring, and turned to leave.
The next morning.
The middle-aged cultivator who was sleeping on the ground suddenly woke up, jumped up, and saw Xiaoyue and the tall and thin young man were still sleeping soundly. His tense mind relaxed instantly.
How did he accidentally fall asleep?
The middle-aged cultivator was in a state of confusion. With his willpower, it was unlikely that he would fall asleep even if he was very tired.
Frowning, the middle-aged cultivator stood up and went to the outer room.
Xiang Sheng immediately put away the book, looked up, and said with a smile, "Senior Gong, are you awake?"
The middle-aged cultivator was immediately embarrassed when he heard this. "Yesterday I... fell asleep?"
"Senior Gong, what you are saying... I don't understand."
Xiang Sheng looked strange, "I was on guard last night. What else could you do if you weren't sleeping?"
The middle-aged cultivator laughed dryly, "That's not what I meant... This... I must have been extremely tired. I slept soundly and didn't hear anything. Did anything happen last night?"
"No."
Xiang Sheng shook his head. "It was very quiet last night. I didn't hear any sound."
The middle-aged cultivator felt relieved and nodded, "That's good."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside the house. Even Xiaoyue was woken up. She rubbed her eyes and stood up and asked, "Uncle Gong, what's going on outside?"
The middle-aged cultivator looked slightly stern, "Stay in the room first, don't come out, I'll go take a look."
After saying that, without waiting for others to react, he pushed the door open and walked out.
As soon as he came out, the middle-aged cultivator saw that the room in the earthen building opposite was full of people, among whom there were disciples of Fengyue Sect walking around. He immediately went over and saw the beheaded corpse in the earthen house, and was immediately shocked.
The old poisonous ghost...is dead?
They were still talking about the poisonous old ghost yesterday, so how come he died tragically in the house today?
He quickly found a casual cultivator he was quite familiar with, clasped his fists, and asked in a low voice, "Fellow Daoist Sun, what's going on?"
The cultivator surnamed Sun sighed and shook his head, saying, "I don't know. I just got here too. But just now, two Fengyue Sect disciples were outside the gate. Their faces were pale and they were still mumbling to themselves, saying that it was the remnants of the Lu Kingdom who did it!"
"I heard that, too."
Another casual cultivator couldn't help but chime in, "I heard that the only surviving prince of the Lu Kingdom, whose name is Zhu, is currently killing people everywhere in Xuanwang City. I also heard that three people from the Fengyue Sect died the night before!"
"Shut up, everyone!"
A Fengyue Sect disciple walked out of the room, his face etched with rage. He sternly warned, "How can you, a lowly cultivator, discuss our Fengyue Sect? If you dare to gossip about us again, I'll make sure you pay the price!"
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
The middle-aged wandering cultivator was secretly shocked. He immediately lost interest in watching the fun and hurried back.
"What? That Poison Cripple is dead?!"
Xiaoyue jumped up in shock, her eyes sparkling, unable to conceal her delight. "Who did it? Was it that Xueyunzi who killed him with his corpse puppet?"
The middle-aged wandering cultivator hesitated to speak and glanced at Xiang Sheng.
Xiang Sheng immediately understood and said with a smile, "I'll go and see what's going on, you guys chat."
After saying that, she walked straight out and left.
Before Xiaoyue could speak to persuade him to stay, she couldn't help but glare at the middle-aged cultivator, "What is there to hide? Maybe Sister Shen has already seen it."
"You still say that?"
The middle-aged cultivator was furious, but after thinking for a moment he decided not to scold him anymore. He said helplessly, "Those cultivators said that Lu Zhu killed Du Cripple."
"Uncle?!"
Xiaoyue was shocked at first, then burst into tears of joy, "He's still alive? Uncle Gong, let's go find him quickly. He must be in danger alone."
"It's hard to say."
The middle-aged wandering cultivator's face was solemn. "Let's not talk about whether this news is true or not. The Eighth Prince was able to deal with the Fengyue Sect so well that Wan Lingmo couldn't find him. I think his hiding place must be very good. If we look for him, we will only cause him trouble."
Xiaoyue bit her lip lightly, "Then how can we help him?"
The middle-aged cultivator looked thoughtful. After a moment's silence, he said in a deep voice, "Confusing the public! The Eighth Prince has been killing people for two consecutive nights. If he shows up again, he will definitely be intercepted by Wan Lingmo.
What we have to do is to help him share the pressure. But if we do that, you will also be in danger."
Xiaoyue showed her stubbornness, "I've never been afraid!"
…
Xiang Sheng revisited her old place and came to the old haunted house of the poisonous insect. However, this time she was not the protagonist, but a passerby standing among the casual cultivators and watching.
She heard some whispers from wandering cultivators, but she turned a deaf ear to them and just watched Wan Lingmo and the others wandering around the room.
"Brother, there are no traces."
A Fengyue Sect disciple walked up to Wan Lingmo and reported in a low voice, "This old poisonous creature was killed instantly. His head was chopped off with a single sword strike. He offered no resistance at all."
"Could it be someone you know?"
Wan Lingmo frowned. If they were familiar with each other, it would not be right.
The poisonous old ghost was born in the devil's way. He has done many evil things. He never trusts anyone and has no one who is truly close to him. He should not let his guard down.
and……
Wan Lingmo walked to the head, squatted down, and frowned.
This person's expression was really strange before he died, as if he still had a bit of awe and caution towards the descendants of the Lu family.
This shouldn't happen.
Thinking of this, Wan Lingmo suddenly recalled the hypothesis put forward by Li Jiade when he was discussing with Xue Yunzi and others a few days ago.
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