The three Faxiang men stared at Huang Fu for a while, exchanged glances with each other, and then sat back down.

However, looking at their alert expressions, it was clear that they were still on guard.

"Donor Du, it's better to show your magic weapon less often in the future, unless you stop hiding your face. Otherwise..."

Listening to the advice of the Dharma Prime Minister, Du Bishu could only nod his head in agreement.

Indeed, when refining magic weapons now, they only focus on matching the "mission" and spell of the soul-transferring person, and ignore the properties of the magic weapon itself.

Such a terrifying appearance of billowing black smoke makes anyone doubt the position of the owner of the magic weapon.

Isn’t that what Zhang Xiaofan’s fire stick is like?

Because of the evil aura of blood-devouring beads and soul-stirring, Zhang Xiaofan was often targeted by others.

Unexpectedly, it was now my turn.

As for removing the mask... let's wait and see. Before reaching the seventh level of Jade Clear Realm, it's better to keep a low profile.

Those stubborn old men of the Qingyun Sect, if they see that they have practiced an outer sect (spiritual transfer) method, they are not allowed to lock themselves up as spies or traitors.

"Brother Faxiang, thank you for reminding me. I have to deal with ghosts all the time. It's not easy to find a suitable treasure."

Du Bishu sincerely thanked Li Xun and smiled apologetically.

It's just this smile, it's better not to smile at all.

After laughing, Du Bishu quickly moved his fingers and took back the log on the ground.

In order to relieve the tension of the scene, he cheered up and opened the dice cup on the table.

"Four four six, fourteen o'clock!"

Sure enough, upon hearing this shout, Li Xun and Yan Hong were immediately happy. They each took back the bets on the table with a wave of their sleeves, stood up and faced the door of the room.

"Senior Brother Faxiang, it seems we have to take a trip to Wuliu Villa." Li Xun raised his head and stepped forward proudly, but there was joy in his words.

"It's easy to say, I would like to ask the two donors to keep these beads."

Fa Xiang was not even a little angry, and turned around and walked behind Li Xun.

In fact, the gambling fight between the three of them was just a whim during the break, and no one took the bet seriously.

Yan Hong fell at the end, and just as she was about to move to catch up, she glanced at the Buddhist beads on the table, then glanced at 'Du Leng' who was standing there, and suddenly smiled.

"This masked fellow Taoist Du, that prayer bead will be your reward, why don't you put it away quickly? Just figure out how to use it yourself, it's very simple."

reward?

Want it!

Du Bishu was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and with a flash of lightning in his right hand, he put the beads into his bag.

Seeing that there was nothing strange about the other party, Yan Hong relaxed and smiled again: "Are you interested in coming with us? There are really ghosts there!"

After saying that, without waiting for Du Bishu's reply, she dodged and caught up with the two Faxiangs.

Is there a ghost?

invite me?

Wuliu Villa?

Du Bishu was a little surprised, but he quickly made a decision.

Go, why not go!

…

Wuliu Villa is located in the northwest suburb of Yongquan City.

There is a green hill with a quiet environment. Li Shangshu, who retired from old age and returned to his hometown, built a manor on the top of the hill and moved all 136 members of the Li family to live in the manor.

Li Shangshu liked to write and write, and also liked the softness of willow trees, so he planted many weeping willows on the hills.

The Li family had people in the court to take care of them, and they owned thousands of hectares of fertile land, so the villa was naturally prosperous.

But half a year ago, for unknown reasons, the imperial court sent an imperial envoy, who turned the huge Wuliu Villa into a place of death without using any local soldiers.

Moreover, this happened very strangely.

The Yongquan City officials did not receive any news from Shangfeng, nor did they see the imperial envoy coming and going.

If a mountain man carrying firewood hadn't happened to pass by and saw the official list posted on the outer wall of the main entrance, Yongquan City would not have known that Wuliu Villa had suffered a great disaster.

Within the villa, four to five hundred dead bodies lay scattered in the courtyard. When they were found inside the house, they were already stinking and had been dead for three months.

Crows, snakes and rats were infested in the villa, and the stench lingered.

For this reason, the government specifically checked with the court, and received a simple three-word reply.

"Lian, don't ask!"

To restrain, of course, refers to restraining the body.

Don't ask, the meaning couldn't be simpler.

The city government order, who was well versed in the ways of officialdom, immediately issued an order. After hastily collecting the corpses, Wuliu Villa was completely sealed off and no one was allowed to enter or exit the place.

So far, Wuliu Villa has become a taboo in Yongquan City.

When the Dharma Prime Minister told these details, his eyes showed compassion from time to time and his tone was low.

To be fair, when Du Bishu heard about this old incident of family destruction, the tragedy in Caomiao Village immediately flashed through his mind.

Because of this, he also paid special attention to the changes in expressions of the Dharma.

The tragedy in Caomiao Village was caused by Pu Zhi. Pu Zhi was Fa Xiang’s uncle. Before his death, Pu Zhi specifically asked Fa Xiang to take photos of Zhang Xiaofan.

Perhaps, the tragedy at Wuliu Villa is also related to Tianyin Temple?

Du Bishu himself found such a ridiculous speculation unbelievable and quickly drove the idea out of his mind.

On the way, Du Bishu also asked about the name of the demon hunter, but Fa and Xiang were all talking about him and did not want to go into details at all.

They come, the security.

If he hadn't 'well understood' the character of Dharma, he would not have been kept in the dark and followed him.

Yongquan City is densely populated, and there are continuous villages even in the suburbs. In order not to shock the world, the four of them chose to walk all the way.

In the evening, the four of them finally arrived in front of Wuliu Villa.

It was getting late, and the breeze was blowing the weeping willows on the hills. The supple willow branches were like dancing singers, constantly swaying their charming figures.

In the distance, a dark manor appeared and disappeared, like a monster dormant in the dark, waiting for its prey to come.

The three Dharma ministers were not in a hurry to enter the villa, but found a secluded mountain col to sit cross-legged and rest. Occasionally they would look up at the crescent moon rising gradually in the night sky.

Obviously, they are waiting for the right time.

It felt uncomfortable to be kept in the dark, so Du Bishu simply stopped paying attention to the movements of the three of them and sat aside to practice with peace of mind.

Although he was practicing, his eyes were wide open and he didn't want to close them for a moment.

The moon hangs high in the sky, bright stars surround it, and the cicadas in the forest are still chirping tirelessly.

Time passed little by little.

The shadows scattered on the ground gradually moved below him, as if to hide himself.

Suddenly, dark clouds appeared inexplicably in the clear night sky and began to gather towards the position of the crescent moon, as if they would completely cover up the waning moon.

Not only that, the gathering dark clouds separated into several strands and squeezed downwards, as if to form a thick column of smoke.

The speed is so fast that it takes shape almost instantly.

Du Bishu's heart moved and he turned his head to look at Faxiang, Li Xun and Yan Hong.

really--

Li Xun was the first to open his eyes, frowning and looking at the dark clouds and 'smoke pillars' gathering above his head, covering the moon.

"Hmph, there really is a demon hiding in the villa making ghost flags!"

His voice was very low, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Du Bishu with a strange expression.

When their eyes met, Li Xun was stunned for a moment, then squeezed out a slight smile from the corner of his mouth.

"Du Leng, I really have you!"

Is there mine?

Du Bishu immediately realized that this was "praising" his contribution to rolling the dice.

Faxiang and Yan Hong then opened their eyes, looked at the sky, and then looked at Wuliu Villa in the distance.

"Everyone, can you reveal some news now? Are you still worried about Pindao?"
Chapter completed!