Chapter 141: First

Chapter 141: First

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

The woman lowered her eyelashes and said politely and distantly, "Thank you."

And then no more.

Baishan Lake's face is bright and beautiful, and the temperament is also very cold and dusty, with a gesture of refusing to be thousands of miles away.

The atmosphere was instantly awkward.

Qiao Wan was a little guilty and embarrassed. After all, this was because she used Baishan Lake to get rid of Yu Xingzhi and other disciples of Shandao Academy. In this strange atmosphere, Qiao Wan made an invitation in a low voice under pressure: " It is also fate to be able to meet here, do fellow Daoists want to go together?"

With her current cultivation level, it is inevitable that she would be a little suspicious of hugging her thighs by taking the initiative to invite her to go with her. Qiao Wan didn't really think that Bai Shanhu would agree.

The truth was exactly as she expected.

Bai Shanhu looked up at her calmly and said nothing.

Seeing that Qiao Wan's heart suddenly jumped, Bai Shanhu had already withdrawn his gaze, turned around and left.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, just as she was about to speak, when she passed by, her fingertips just brushed over the white shawl.

"White……"

Fellow.

The last two words stuck in his throat.

The touch from the fingertips...like paper.

Qiao Wan's breathing suddenly became short, and she looked up again.

Across the light, I seemed to see a flat figure, as if it had been squashed by something.

The shawl on the woman's back hangs stiffly on her body. Hearing Qiao Wan's movement, her head swayed violently by the wind, folded over at an unnatural angle, and stared at Qiao Wan closely.

On Qingyan's face, a stiff paper face was slowly reflected, and the eyes were abnormally dark.

"Baishan Lake" didn't move, and stood there for a while, as if asking her if she had anything else to do.

What a paper man!

Qiao Wan paused, and reflexively held down the sword first!

The dark eyeballs pointed out by the paper figurine, in an instant, turned at a strange speed, and landed on the sword that Qiao Wan was holding!

Qiao Wan froze instantly.

There was no Yu Xingzhi's movement nearby, the noise around him seemed to quiet down little by little, and Qiao Wan could even hear his uncomfortable breathing.

But the paper figurine in front of him didn't seem to have any intention of making a move. His limbs moved, and in a blink of an eye, he disappeared into the crowd.

Qiao Wan was slightly relieved, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that the clothes on her back were almost soaked through.

As soon as the paper man Bai Shanhu left, Qiao Wan retracted her gaze, and her eyes fell on the bustling light market in front of her again.

The further you go, the more people there are in the ghost city.

The porcelain bride trimmed her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes, wearing red and green on her body. She looked in the direction of Qiao Wan with a smile, passing by, her skin was cold.

But when Qiao Wan was halfway there, she couldn't walk anymore.

Someone stopped in front of her.

This is a middle-aged cultivator, white and chubby, the man turned his head to look at the porcelain bride not far away, looked at Qiao Wan with a smile, and said in a low voice, "This fellow Taoist is a sword cultivator, right? Come on. Do you work in the city? Do you live in a shop?"

With Bai Shanhu's lessons learned, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment, then calmly glanced at the middle-aged cultivator in front of her.

Aware of Qiao Wan's gaze, the middle-aged cultivator immediately waved his hand: "Fellow Daoist misunderstood, I'm not a ghost cultivator, I'm just a small business."

"Speaking of which." The middle-aged cultivator turned around, pointed his hand behind him, and went straight to the point. "Fellow Daoist, do you live in a hotel?"

Behind the man was an inn. It wasn't very luxurious, but it looked neat, with a few bright red lanterns hanging there.

Seeing that Qiao Wan didn't say a word, the middle-aged cultivator smiled indifferently: "It's good to be vigilant, at least it's a good thing in this ghost place. But I stopped you from staying in the store for your own good. Friends, this is your first time to the ghost market. Bar?"

The middle-aged monk was right, in this place, a little vigilance is always good.

When the other party was looking at himself, Qiao Wan also found out a little bit of consciousness and looked at him secretly.

Sea of ​​knowledge.

There is also a sense of anger on his body, which is not a paper man.

After confirming that the man in front of him was indeed not hostile, Qiao Wan politely bowed and gave a very standard salute: "This junior is indeed here for the first time. What kind of way is there, please enlighten me, sir."

The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "My surname is Yan, and my name is Yan Shiyuan. You can call me Daoyou Yan."

Qiao Wan: "Mr. Yan."

Yan Shiyuan glanced at Qiao Wan and smiled: "it's almost time, you go in with me first."

time?

What time is coming?

The man has already raised his foot and walked into the store voluntarily.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and followed suit.

There weren't many people in the store, and there was a guy who was wiping the table with a rag. When he saw Yan Shiyuan, he immediately smiled and said, "Mr. Yan is back?"

Looking back, "Anyone? Someone repair?"

Yan Shiyuan: "it's getting late, you have to come back quickly."

The man turned to look at Qiao Wan: "Fellow Daoist, sit down."

Having said that, he sat down in front of Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan sat down with him, looked away from the store, and asked a question that had been haunting his mind: "What do you mean by the time Mr. just said?"

Yan Shiyuan poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Qiao Wan: "When the time is up, it means that the ugly time is coming. You entered the ghost market late, right? When did you come in? "

Qiao Wan said conservatively: "Not long ago."

Yan Shiyuan said indifferently: "You entered the ghost market late. You must know that every time you are ugly, there are fewer ghost repairs on the street."

"When it's ugly, the night is the darkest, that's the time." Yan Shiyuan took a sip of tea, raised his eyelids, and pointedly said: "There are basically no people on the street."

The word "person" was particularly clearly bitten by the man, and he picked it up and emphasized it separately.

Qiao Wan snorted in her heart, and almost immediately realized what Yan Shiyuan meant, and her face changed suddenly!

That is to say, all the people who passed her on the street just now were not people? !

Seeing that Qiao Wan's face changed suddenly, Yan Shiyuan said, "Understood?"

Qiao Wan clenched the teacup tightly, and broke out in a cold sweat after realizing it.

Yan Shiyuan was also a little emotional.

If he hadn't just gone out and had something to do, he wouldn't have bumped into the foolish Jianxiu in front of him. If he hadn't bumped into the foolish Jianxiu in front of him, it is estimated that this Jianxiu would be a little hung up if he went further down.

I don't know what the **** is going on here.

Yan Shiyuan thinks that he is not a good person, otherwise he would not be reduced to a ghost market, but he is a person anyway, and since he is a "person", he can't stand his family strutting on the road to death.

Thinking of this, Yan Shiyuan stretched out a finger, dipped a little tea, and stroked the table.

"Walking around in the ghost market, there are not many rules, just remember that it's their time to be ugly, and don't go out. If you really go out, remember to find a place to hide."

Qiao Wan: "Find a place to hide?"

"Anywhere." Yan Shiyuan whispered: "Just don't let them find you."

"Later, you will stay at this inn, but this inn is not safe. But you just need to listen to me, sleep, don't think about anything, hear anything, and don't run into anything. Go ahead and take care of it. When the ugly time is over, when it's Yin time, there will be no major problems."

After the man finished speaking, he refused to reveal more, and only instructed the guy cleaning the table to arrange an empty room for Qiao Wan.

"Go in." Yan Shiyuan stood downstairs and looked at Qiao Wan who walked upstairs with his buddy, "Remember, don't make a sound when you hear anything, just close your eyes and sleep."

The guy walked in front, and Qiao Wan followed behind.

The inn is not big, and after walking a few steps, we arrived at the farthest one.

Buddy: "Go in."

Qiao Wan walked into the room with a slight doubt floating in her heart.

Before he could ask, the young man gave a wry smile: "don't ask, it's almost time, and steward Yan and I are going to rest soon."

After closing the door for Qiao Wan, the guy hurried away.

Looking back, Qiao Wan looked around.

Although the room is small, the place is clean, just a bed, a table, and a cabinet.

The bed is against the wall.

This ghost market is so weird, even Yan Shiyuan and this little guy, Qiao Wan didn't completely let down his guard. However, the experience of helping Ma Huaizhen to run errands over the years told Qiao Wan that she would rather believe what she has than not believe it. When she first arrived, Qiao Wan silently thought that she should be cautious to save her life, just what she saw during the time she entered the ghost market. From the smell, if the first game on Jiuyue Mountain can only be regarded as a warm-up, then this game should be regarded as a real battle.

When the ugly time was approaching, Qiao Wan climbed onto the bed with the sword in her arms.

It's one thing to sleep with your eyes closed and not make a sound, but it's another thing to actually fall asleep.

When she first came to this unfamiliar environment, Qiao Wan closed her eyes and her mind was full of paper figures flattened on the coffin, almost hitting her face, looking at her lifelessly and vividly.

Holding the sword, he couldn't sleep.

But the ugly time is coming.

The paper man in his head rolled his eyes.

Ugly time has come.

She hasn't fallen asleep yet.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes tightly, her heart sank little by little, she concentrated on it, silently watching the movements around her.

It was still very lively and bustling outside the window.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that only the wind in the middle of the night could be heard.

But after a while, there was finally movement in the house.

It was like the slight movement of paper rubbing the ground. A smell of ink stopped above the tip of her nose, as if something had lowered its head from the eaves and looked down at her. "It" was close and tight, not breathing, just watching it quietly.

Qiao Wan's scalp immediately became numb, and her body tightened instantly!

"Don't worry about anything you hear or encounter," Yan Shiyuan's voice seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and maintained a posture, standing still.

After a while, the rubbing movement of the fine paper sheets sounded again, like something, it rolled up from top to bottom and folded into a roll. Immediately afterwards, the movement gradually faded away.

gone?

Qiao Wan breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, closed her eyes and waited quietly for a while.

When the ugly time passed little by little, I opened my eyes again.

As soon as you open your eyes.

On the wall next to the bed, a smiling woman's face with her eyes closed was reflected, which was closely attached to Qiao Wan's cheek, sharing the bed with her.

At this moment, the woman turned under her eyelids, the closed eyes suddenly opened, raised their eyelids, and her eyes fell on Qiao Wan, smiling slightly.

A hand stretched out from the wall.

Snow-white, thin, paper-cut hands.

Done.

Qiao Wan was shocked.

away from Yin.

Just half a second.

...

The woman's hand fell on Qiao Wan in a blink of an eye!

Qiao Wan raised her hand and twisted, and a carp jumped up.

Sword One Quick Kill!

Jianguang slashed straight towards the woman's face!

The woman kept a smile, even a little soft and kind.

The thin and snow-white hands shook violently in the sword wind, and the five fingers rustled.

When this sword was cut in the woman's hand, it was like it was cut on something that was soft, tough and strong.

The woman's five fingers trembled like a gust of wind, holding the sword light, and slowly sticking to Qiao Wan's body.

As soon as the cold paper was attached to her skin, Qiao Wan's breathing stagnated, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang". From the bottom of her heart, she couldn't help but feel a sincere fear, not only fear, but also inexplicably different. A mess of emotions.

Countless emotions piled up together, constantly being circled and enlarged in my heart.

The thin paper hand suddenly looked like the paper that had been blown onto the wall again. With a "hula", it was suddenly flattened, and it was firmly attached to Qiao Wan's hand.

At the same time, Qiao Wan could feel the skin on her body suddenly "buzz", and there was a burst of warmth.

The paper hand that had just covered the back of her hand shrank back like an electric shock, and shook again, more violently than before, even the smiling woman's face seemed to be wrinkled by the wind. Hula la trembled non-stop, and while trembling, she retreated sharply, and instantly retreated into the wall.

This is?

Qiao Wan stunned and stretched out her hand to take a look.

From fingertips to wrists to cuffs.

The complicated **** lotus pattern, with a faint but dazzling and firm golden light, firmly wrapped her whole body inside.

This is the Miaofa lotus seal that Miaofa personally poked for her.