Qiao Yuan's face twitched and he said, "I can explain this matter clearly in one sentence."
Li Xiaoling stood up with a grin.
"Qiao Yuan, don't do this next time, it hurts!"
Qiao Yuan's body trembled, and he looked at Wang Jing's father again.
"If I tell you that sometimes what you see and hear isn't necessarily true... would you believe me?"
…
After dinner, at Qiao Yuan's suggestion, Qiao Yuan stayed overnight as a friend.
He had already discussed with Li Xiaoling that they would leave here early tomorrow morning and find out as soon as possible how to improve the strength of the alien spirits.
As for Dead Corner Village, there is no such plan for the time being. Qiao Yuan cannot be sure to what extent the strength of the two alien spirits has increased during the time he was away.
Before his internal skills and Ice Heart Technique were upgraded to the third level, the only use of Dead Corner Village was as a [garbage recycling station].
As night slowly fell, Qiao Yuan also began to practice.
This time, Qiao Yuan adopted a lying-flat sleeping position.
Soon he fell asleep.
[Ice Heart Skill Proficiency +6]
[Sleeping Arhat Fist Proficiency +20]
…
Huohuo~
Qiao Yuan suddenly opened his eyes.
Looking up out the window, a silver plate hung high in the night sky, and the bright moonlight refracted through the glass into the center of the bedroom, making it look extremely cold and lonely.
Is it a dream?
What did you just hear?
The sound of sharpening a knife?
Qiao Yuan began to calm down and listen carefully.
Huohuo~
It’s indeed the sound of sharpening a knife!
Qiao Yuan's face began to grow serious. He suddenly remembered his previous conversation with Li Xiaoling. It seemed that he had not heard wrongly on the phone that day.
But during the day he roughly verified that Wang Jing's parents were fine.
Did an accident happen at night?
After quickly putting on his clothes and pants, Qiao Yuan tiptoed to the door and headed towards the source of the sound.
Walk through the corridor, go down from the second floor, and arrive at the back garden on the first floor.
This is Wang Jing’s father’s “domain”, with all kinds of rare and exotic flowers, just like a small flower market.
At this moment, in the middle of the garden, a man was sitting with his back to him, sharpening a knife.
The pale moonlight shone on this man, stretching his shadow very long, accompanied by bursts of knife sharpening sounds... coupled with the time, the whole person looked particularly gloomy and terrifying.
This figure from behind is definitely Wang Jing’s father!
Sharpening the knife in the middle of the night?
Qiao Yuan used all his strength to activate the Ice Heart Technique. After a while, he opened his eyes, a look of disbelief in his eyes.
He is not a ghost!
There is at least a 99% certainty, unless it is an unknown fourth level or above, but obviously the probability of this is very small.
Qiao Yuan continued to observe, but still didn't find anything strange, so he began to approach with caution.
Once Wang Jing's father swings the knife, his body will change color immediately.
Ordinary people's weapons are now unable to destroy his golden body.
…
Finally, he came to Wang Jing's father.
Reached out and patted his shoulder.
The sound of sharpening the knife stopped abruptly.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Jing's father turned around. Under the cold moonlight, his face looked extremely pale and expressionless.
Qiao Yuan's heart sank, he was confused.
It's obviously not a ghost, but why does it behave like this?
Is he controlled by a strange spirit?
But...it doesn't look like it!
Qiao Yuan didn't notice any traces of strange spirits.
…
Wang Jing's father didn't say anything, but just stared at her. If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be scared in the middle of the night.
But Qiao Yuan had experienced several supernatural incidents and was no longer surprised by such creepy appearances.
"Uncle Chen?" Qiao Yuan said softly.
Wang Jing's father didn't react at all, as if he had lost his soul.
Just as Qiao Yuan was hesitating whether he should use the golden light to try to drive away evil spirits.
Uncle Chen stared intently in one direction, muttering to himself, "She's coming, she's coming!"
"No one can hurt my daughter!"
A hint of determination flashed in Uncle Chen's eyes, followed by a hint of coldness!
Keep repeating this sentence!
Who wants to hurt his daughter?
Who is it?
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