The fat old storyteller drank four bowls of tea and smacked his mouth several times.
She said to Yun Qiyou, "Thank you very much, girl."
After saying that, he stood up and wanted to leave.
Suddenly, Yun Qiyou said: "Old man, please stay."
The fat old man said: "Isn't the girl asking for my tea money?
If I had money, I wouldn't be so old that I would come here to tell books and stories in the cold weather."
Yun Qiyou stared into the eyes of the fat old storyteller and said, "I think you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"
The fat old man immediately shook his head and said: "The fairy is the daughter of the evil god, a peerless fairy who is famous in the world. How could she meet an ordinary person like me? Fairy Yun must have recognized the wrong person!"
Yun Qiyou immediately said: "Then why do you know that I am the daughter of the evil god?"
When the fat old man heard this, he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly held his mouth.
After laughing a few times, he said: "Have I ever said that the fairy is Yun Qiyou, the daughter of the evil god?
No...the fairy must have heard wrong."
He cleaned up the stall, greeted the waiter, and hurriedly slipped out of the inn carrying a shabby baggage.
Yun Qiyou's intuition told her that the story the storyteller told about her was not a fabrication, but something that really happened.
I had never heard anyone tell the story of when I was in a coma at the end of the Heavenly War before in the human world. I didn't expect that this storyteller could tell it so clearly.
Through his mind-reading skills, Yun Qiyou discovered that the storyteller's eyes were shining with wisdom in the depths of his eyes. He always felt that this fat old man looked familiar, as if he was someone he had known before.
Seeing the fat old storyteller running away, Yun Qiyou became suspicious, threw a piece of silver on the table, picked up the Zhanchen Sword and followed him.
The fat old man was walking briskly on the street when he noticed that Yun Qiyou was following him leisurely.
He murmured: "She really followed?"
The fat old storyteller walked back and forth, and so did Yun Qiyou.
The fat old man seemed anxious and wanted to get rid of Yun Qiyou quickly, so he started to go into the alley.
He was very familiar with the terrain here. With three turns and two turns, Yun Qiyou lost sight of the fat old storyteller.
It was already dusk and sunset, and Yun Qiyou was standing in a snow-covered alley. This place was sparsely visited. Apart from his own footprints, he saw no other people's footprints.
This surprised Yun Qiyou.
Because she just saw the fat old storyteller walking into this alley.
Even if the fat old man was a cultivator, he was so close and even if he wanted to cast a spell to escape, he would not be able to escape Yun Qiyou's spiritual consciousness.
So Yun Qiyou concluded that the fat old storyteller must be nearby.
She stood at her original spot and began to look around. There were dilapidated houses in three directions, which must have been uninhabited for a long time. Only to the north was a tall wall, which was deeply covered with snow.
Yun Qiyou's body swept away, and he immediately crossed the high wall and landed in the courtyard.
At first she didn't notice anything, only the vast expanse of snow.
When she saw the snow in the huge courtyard showing many tall rectangular shapes, she seemed to notice something was wrong.
She reached out and gently purred away the two or three feet of snow, revealing what was underneath the snow.
board.
No, it's a coffin board! Looking around, there are all coffins covered by snow, and some coffins have coffins stacked on top. I really don't know how many coffins are placed in this big house.
"Yizhuang?"
Yun Qiyou's expression suddenly darkened.
She came to Tianshui City just to see Yizhuang.
Although she didn't know if this Yizhuang was the one she was looking for, her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was a Yizhuang.
The sky has gradually darkened, and Yizhuang, covered with white snow, is still gloomy and makes people feel chilly.
According to Yao Xiaoyu’s story this morning, the master uncle has gone astray in order to forcibly improve his cultivation and develop the power of the reincarnation array. The so-called retreat practice is not in Cangyun Mountain, but in Tianshui City.
In a charity village.
Princess Tianyin, who had been missing for three days, and the little master of the big panda were probably not dead, but were imprisoned by Yu Jizi.
The place of imprisonment was most likely in the righteous village where he was in seclusion.
If this is the Yizhuang where Yujizi retreats, it would be very dangerous.
But since Yun Qiyou is already here, why not explore it first.
Her spiritual consciousness opened up rapidly, and even the slightest movement within a radius of a hundred feet could not escape her eyes and ears.
Very quiet, nothing.
Well, this is Yi Zhuang. If there are real living things, it would really be a ghost.
Yun Qiyou did not walk on the snow, but floated about a foot above the ground, searching slowly.
She jumped into the backyard of the big house. After finding no trace of anyone alive, she began to search the front yard.
At this time, some coffins placed in the corridor still retained the appearance of coffins because they were not covered with snow.
Yun Qiyou opened the door of a house. There were dozens of coffins densely packed inside the small house.
But there was still no breath of any living thing.
Yun Qiyou searched very carefully. By the time she reached the front hall, the sky was already filled with moonlight.
Yun Qiyou gave up.
She carefully searched every corner here with her spiritual consciousness. If there was a living person imprisoned here, she would definitely be able to feel it.
I heard that there are many charity villages in Tianshui City now, and Yun Qiyou felt that this huge charity village might not be the one he was looking for.
So, she rushed out, not looking for the familiar fat old man who told stories, but went to Yuelai Inn, planning to get a room, rest, and continue looking for Yizhuang tomorrow.
Just as she stepped into the door of Yuelai Inn, she suddenly backed out.
She turned her head and looked at the corner outside the inn door. A mouse was holding a piece of steamed bun crumbs in its mouth, crawling across the snow and getting into a small hole.
Yun Qiyou suddenly raised his head and looked to the northwest.
That was the direction she came from just now.
She suddenly understood that the Yizhuang she had just searched for should be her target! Rats are not snakes, they do not need to hibernate.
Such a big Yi Zhuang, so many coffins, so many corpses...it must be full of rats and ants.
However, the entire Yizhuang is like a dead zone. There is no breath of any living creature, let alone a mouse. This is obviously extremely abnormal! The only explanation is that someone has tampered with that Yizhuang.
Either the rats that were gnawing on the corpses in the village were killed, or the rats were frightened by some terrible smell and all moved away.
So Yun Qiyou immediately figured out that the fat old storyteller had deliberately guided him to that Yizhuang.