"No, whatever goes into my pocket is my stuff." Luo Qingshui waved his hand, "I want to see what this casino is about and see if I don't win all the money in it."

Luo Qingshui said as he ducked in the door. Yan Jinyu couldn't stop this impulsive bull for a moment and had to sigh.

"Forget it, let's go in. There are many people here anyway, and the people in Rakshasa Hall don't dare to act rashly." Ling Yunfeng said to Yan Jinyu in a low voice.

"Okay!" Yan Jinyu had no choice but to sigh helplessly. He, Qi Gong, Ling Yunfeng and the others got into the room where the waiter had drawn the curtain.

Outside Yunlong Inn, Bai Sigang and Bayar walked out after eating.

Lang Mo didn't know who had stolen the sesame seed cakes he ordered, so he ordered the chef to make a few more for them, which was why it was a little late.

"I wonder if Brother Bai has any plan to find your two junior brothers. Otherwise, it will be difficult to find two people in this vast Dragonfall City." Bayar chuckled lightly.

Bai Si stood there, frowning, thinking of all the ways to find Luo Qingshui and the others.

But his consciousness capture relies on the true energy as the lead, but if Luo Qingshui and the others don't use the true energy, then there is nothing he can do.

While he was conducting spiritual exploration, he suddenly felt something aura and pointed toward the west of the city.

"I feel the breath of my junior brothers there."

"Okay, then let's follow Brother Bai for a walk." Bayar nodded, and they flew towards the west of the city under the leadership of Bai Si.

The Qinggong of the three people in Da Mo is different from Bai Si's. They are like apes jumping in the trees. Every step they take will shake off the tiles or dust on the roof, causing the people under the eaves to curse and complain.

But Bai Si couldn't care about that much now, and soon they landed where Bai Si sensed it.

This place turned out to be a ruined temple. It looked like it had been deserted for many years, and it didn't look like it was inhabited.

"It looks like someone has been fighting here." Bayar and Lang Mo walked around the ruined temple.

Bai Si looked at the cotton wool on the ground and the burned grass ashes, which seemed to be used for heating and lighting. He stretched out his hand to explore and found that the fire had been extinguished for a long time, and there was no residual heat left.

"They must have been gone for a long time." Bai Si murmured to himself. He frowned and ran back and forth in the ruined temple. There was indeed the aura of Luo Qingshui and the others, but Bai Si couldn't tell where they had gone.

"They look like they are being hunted." Bayar looked at the grass clippings on the ground. They were broken in neat places, and it looked like they had been cut off by sharp cold weapons.

Saren bent down and searched the ground, and saw several deep grooves on the ground. Judging from the marks of the wounds, they should be sharp claws.

"That's right, they were probably targeted by the killer while they were resting in the middle of the night." Bai Si looked a little guilty. When Luo Qingshui and the others were being hunted, he was still fast asleep in the inn.

"It's okay, Brother Bai. There is no blood at this scene. I think they are not injured. As long as we find them quickly, they will be safe." Bayar quickly comforted Bai Si.

"But I feel that I can't trace their traces. I can only feel that they are running for their lives. Their speed is too fast for me to catch their traces." Bai Si shook his head.

Bayar was silent. He knew that it was difficult to track the immortal cultivators moving at high speed, and the current clues seemed to be broken.

"Me." Lang Mo, who had been looking at the three of them coldly, suddenly spoke, but he stopped before he finished speaking, and then looked at them with the corner of his eye.

A glance at Bai Si.

He has always had a non-interested attitude towards looking for Luo Qingshui and the others. The first reason is because Luo Qingshui and the others stole his food yesterday, and the second reason is because he doesn't like Bai Si very much.

"What's wrong?" Bayar turned to look at Lang Mo who was standing by the threshold.

"I do have a way to track down a few of them." Lang Mo pondered for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Really? You have a way to find them?" Bai Si was overjoyed when he heard this. He rushed forward and was only a few feet away from Na Lang Mo. He was so shocked that he took a few steps back and stuck to the wall.

In Sa Ren's eyes, the atmosphere between Bai Si and Lang Mo was particularly ambiguous at this moment. Lang Mo was short and lean, and a bit shorter than Bai Si. Although Bai Si was tall and straight, he was not as strong as Lang Mo. The two of them faced each other.

Being together is really exciting.

Even Bayar swallowed his saliva and stared blankly at the two people who were about to kiss in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I heard you had a solution, I was so excited." Bai Si's sharp eyes noticed the embarrassed look on Lang Mo's face, he took a step back and bowed towards Lang Mo.

"I know you don't like me, but my junior brother is in danger now, and I hope Brother Lang Mo won't choose to sit idly by because of me." Bai Si said with great sincerity.

"Yes, Brother Lang Mo, if you really have a way, please help Mr. Bai!" Sa Ren took Lang Mo's arm and started coquettishly.

Lang Mo let out a long sigh and pulled out the wolf-tooth knife from his waist.

"Do you still remember that girl reached out and caught my mace knife yesterday?"

"Yes, I remembered. Yesterday, the girl caught your mace sword steadily without any backlash. I was surprised!" Bayar nodded thoughtfully.

"I remember that even we didn't recognize your wolf-tooth knife, but you had a soft spot for that little girl. Could it be that it has also rebelled?" Sa Ren stared at the knife in Lang Mo's hand.

"No, although I don't know why Langya Knife is so docile to that girl, but since she touched my knife, Langya will definitely be able to track them down, because it is a wolf on the grassland." Lang

Mo stroked the knife in his hand proudly.

"I understand, do you want to find Luo Qingshui and the others through its sense of smell?" Bai Si understood what Lang Mo meant.

"But after so long, their scent must have faded. Can this knife really find them?" Although Lang Mo was very proud, Bai Si was still a little doubtful.

"Don't worry, my wolf is different from ordinary wolves. Its nose is dozens of times more sensitive than a hound." Lang Mo praised the knife in his hand, not caring about Bai Si's doubts.

The mace knife in his hand twisted its tip happily, and it actually understood Lang Mo's words.

"Xiaolang, do you still remember the girl from yesterday? Take us to find her, okay?" Lang Mo smiled and looked at the knife in his hand.

The wolf-tooth knife broke free from Lang Mo's hand, and the iron thorns on its body were as numerous as wolf hairs. It really looked like a furry wolf.

The little wolf shook his body up and down, as if nodding.

Then it turned around in the air and flew out from the gate of the ruined temple.

"Look, I just said it's no problem!" Lang Mo smiled proudly. This mace sword really didn't embarrass him.

"Let's go quickly." After saying that, he followed his knife closely and ran out of the gate of the ruined temple.

Bai Si and Bayar Saren looked at each other and had no choice but to chase after Lang Mo and his wolf-toothed sword.

Because he really has no other good way, he just

It's like treating a dead horse like a living horse.

They chased the wolf-tooth knife flying in the air and ran down the street. Countless passers-by looked at this scene in amazement, wondering what the monster was that was pulling the four of them.

Lang Ya Dao stopped in front of a very simple-looking house and barked twice inside.

A short square building stood in front of them. This house was at the corner of the downtown area, so there shouldn't be a lot of people. But the strange thing was that there was no signboard for this house, but there were still many people walking straight towards it.

They pushed the closed door and knocked again. When they found no one responded, they sighed and left, looking very sorry.

"Hello, uncle, what is for sale in this house? Why did it close so early?" Bai Si was very curious. The windows around the house were all nailed shut with wooden boards, making it impossible for outsiders to see what was inside.

situation.

So he had to find an uncle who shook his head and sighed and wanted to leave.

Although he is an uncle, this man looks more like a grandfather. He has deeply sunken eyes, dark purple eye sockets, and pale skin. It seems that he stays up late all year round and often hides in dark places.

"Hey, you are not locals!" The uncle was not in a hurry, because he had nowhere to go and he didn't care to chat more with Bai Si.

But the smell of garlic in his mouth almost made Bai Si faint. His teeth were almost completely yellow with countless tartar stuck on them, making his smile look particularly scary.

Saren and Bayar couldn't help but pinch their noses and stand a little further away, for fear of being stifled to death by the strong stench.

"Yes, we are from Tiandu City." Bai Si nodded. He did not want to reveal his identity as a Tianshan sect.

"Oh, that's a big place." The uncle's eyes widened, but his eyes were only as big as mouse excrement. No matter how big they were, they could only barely cover his pupils, so they looked extra special.

Weird.

"This place is similar to Bai's Gambling House over there, but Bai's Gambling House is a place where rich people go. Poor people like us can only come to a small place like this to enjoy our second-hand addiction!" The uncle smiled and said.

He was scratching his teeth, and he was so angry that he wanted Bai Si to rip his nose off.

"Oh, so this is an underground casino?" Bai Si understood something. He had gone down the mountain many times, and he still had some understanding of these private Anbu.

In a place like Bai's Gambling House, a win or loss can easily amount to hundreds or thousands of taels. Common people like these simply cannot afford it, so this kind of underground casino exists.

Most of them are opened in places with a lot of traffic but are inconspicuous. There are no door numbers, and acquaintances bring new people in. As long as they are full, they will close the door tightly and will not let people in unless someone comes out.

That's why so many people leave in such disappointment after being convinced that the door cannot be opened.

"Yes, this is our casino in Falling Dragon City. It's good to have a few bets if you don't have time to cultivate your sentiments. It's just that today is really unlucky. I came a little late and it was full of people. Alas, I can only go home and sleep.

Come on." He sighed, seemingly reluctant.

He actually described gambling as cultivating one's sentiments. Perhaps in the eyes of gamblers, gambling is a hobby that can bankrupt one's fortune.

"Thank you, uncle." Bai Si calmly took out two taels of silver from his bag and stuffed it into the uncle's hand. He was not used to owing others favors, not to mention he was not short of money.
Chapter completed!