Fan Zhiyi glanced behind him. Although Qian Hu wasn't waiting here alone, he didn't have many attendants with him. Was this really the attitude of someone targeted by an evil spirit? Could he have a little more self-awareness?
Just as Fan Zhiyi was thinking this, Qian Hu suddenly laughed. "Master, you're curious why I showed up here without any defense when the situation was so urgent, right? The reason is simple: I trust the masters of Tianyun Sect."
This was a beautiful thing to say, but Fan Zhiyi didn't appreciate the flattery. He was thinking that his thoughts had been seen through so quickly. How could this be? He immediately restrained his emotions and tried his best to pretend to be aloof.
Seeing this, Qian Hu still smiled and said, "Master, you are truly different from all the masters I have ever met."
"There are no two identical rivers in the world." Fan Zhiyi put his hands behind his back mysteriously.
He is also different from other cultivators. You can find two people who are exactly the same with the same surname.
But Qian Hu, being Qian Hu, faced Fan Zhiyi's erratic and unusual train of thought, he only needed a moment's thought to understand: "That's not what I meant. It's just that when facing other immortals, I always feel that the gap between us and them is too great. They are high and mighty, while you, immortal, are exceptionally approachable."
Fan Zhiyi didn't think Qian Hu would praise him. He knew his own worth, so he lowered his voice and said, "It's late at night. Master Qian, please don't wander around. It's best to return to your room."
"I have said too much, but I still have one more question."
If you know you are talking too much, then don't ask. Fan Zhiyi doesn't want to have this meaningless and meaningless conversation anymore. He finally got a day off, so he has to make good use of the time to get some sleep, otherwise he will not be in a good mood tomorrow.
Qian Hu didn't wait for his answer and asked first, "Why is it that only the immortal came back tonight? Where are the other immortals?"
This is obviously a very common problem, but judging from Qian Hu's various behaviors, it always feels weird.
You said you cared about them, but you hadn't had any interaction with them after living here for two days. You said you didn't care, but you stayed here with a few people late at night waiting. You knew that talking too much would make people unhappy, but you still had to ask this question.
"Of course they are still fighting hard. I am not needed there, so I came back first." Fan Zhiyi started to read the random replies. In order to prevent Qian Huzhen from having any bad intentions towards them, and Fan Zhiyi was alone, he boasted about himself a little more to let this person know that he was not someone to be trifled with.
"Master, have you seen the ghost?"
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Qian Hu and asked, "Have you ever seen one? Do you know if the ghost was male or female?"
Qian Hu shook his head and sighed, "I've never seen this before. The immortals can set a time limit for this trip and estimate how many days you'll need to stay so I can make arrangements in time to avoid neglecting you like I did the past two days."
"Those who cultivate immortality don't care about material possessions." Fan Zhiyi glanced at Qian Hu, imitating Bing Nandong's previous glance. "Don't ask about things you shouldn't know. Go back to your room and get some rest. I'll be guarding the Qian residence tonight. Take this talisman; it will protect you from ghosts and spirits."
Fan Zhiyi felt a little pained. He had saved this talisman by escaping death many times. Xiaobao had prepared himself mentally for a long time before giving it to him. He would not use it unless it was a life-and-death situation. But this person took a life-saving talisman from him for free without any relationship.
He wanted to charge a fee, but he was now representing the Tianyun Sect. If he did anything that would damage the reputation of the Tianyun Sect and Bing Nandong found out, even if Bing Nandong liked the original body, he would probably give him a beating.
Why.
Qian Hu took it and said "thank you" respectfully to Fan Zhiyi. However, when Fan Zhiyi left, he found Qian Hu still standing there. Seeing him looking at him, he smiled at him.
Fan Zhiyi was really tired. As soon as he returned to the room, he fell asleep immediately while holding the talisman. However, Fan Zhiyi did not dare to sleep too deeply. He would wake up every few minutes.
After repeating this several times, Fan Zhiyi felt as if he was about to ascend to heaven. After reuniting with Lu Changfu and the others, he learned that they had gained nothing last night as well.
According to the information gathered in the past, before they came here, the number of times the possessed people came to their door increased with the passage of time, so that later on they came almost every two or three days. More and more victims were affected, and the sequelae of the possession became more and more serious, which is why the Tianyun Sect was sent out.
From this we can infer that the strength of this ghost is constantly increasing.
Therefore, it is abnormal that there has been no movement in the past few days. The ghost may have noticed that they are hiding.
After analyzing the cause, Lu Changfu immediately decided to temporarily withdraw from the town. After nightfall, he split his troops into two groups, one to guard Qian's house, and the other to guard the necessary route.
He left as soon as he said he would. When he packed up his things and was leaving, Qian Hu came to see him off.
He bowed to everyone, frowning, full of worry: "Has that ghost been subdued by the immortals? Why is it leaving so suddenly?"
Mr. Lu replied, "I have something urgent to do, so I'll be away for a while. But don't worry, the ghost has been injured by us. Stick these talismans on the doors and windows, and they will protect you."
Qian Hu took it and smiled a little embarrassedly: "In fact, this immortal gave me a life-saving talisman last night."
Fan Zhiyi, who was called out, felt his toes digging into the ground, and he looked awkward with a blank face under the gazes of his companions.
These people probably wondered how he, who couldn't even cast any spells, dared to give talismans to others.
Mr. Lu didn't say anything, and the other disciples sneered, "Mr. Qian, you should keep what Senior Brother Lu gave you. As for the others, it doesn't matter if you throw them away, lest they become useless in a critical moment and cost you your life in vain."
"Be careful with your words." Master Lu rarely stopped the disciple from speaking, but he had no intention of helping Fan Zhiyi. "We will be back in five days at the latest. We have set up a simple formation in the mansion, so ordinary ghosts cannot enter. Please stay out during this period."
"I'll keep this in mind."
When leaving, Fan Zhiyi looked back at Qian Hu. He was still standing there watching them leave, smiling faintly. His figure gradually became vaguely similar to Lu Changfu.
Fan Zhiyi finally understood that strange feeling. Qian Hu was very similar to Lu Changfu to a certain extent. He was the kind of person who could remain calm and maintain a distant smile even when a mountain collapsed in front of him. So based on his feeling, Fan Zhiyi felt that Qian Hu was not simple, and was not just as harmless and kind as he appeared to be.
But he had no evidence to support his judgment, and he only half trusted his own judgment. At this time, he couldn't help but think of Bing Nandong again. It would be great if he could have someone to analyze the situation with him and listen to his talk.
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