Mu Feng took a nap on the bed for a while, regained some energy, and began to meditate on the bed again. However, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
At night in the town, there is no one outside, and everything is dark and quiet, which makes people feel a little panicked.
The few places where lanterns were hung were very dim. The cool night breeze blew up the fallen leaves on the ground.
The town is not that big, with only a few hundred households. In addition to farming, they also make some hard money by receiving passers-by.
Except for the main street, which is fairly spacious, the rest of the street is filled with dilapidated houses.
However, there is an ancestral hall in the town, which is very grand. It is located at the south end of the town. Most of the people in this town are from the same family, and everyone is related.
In every kingdom of God, there are many villages and towns formed by this kind of blood.
However, at this moment, several old men walked out of the ancestral hall. Their eyes were empty, and they looked like walking corpses.
They walked out of the ancestral hall and walked towards the only inn in the town. On the road, there were people coming out of other houses.
They gathered together in a mighty manner, and each one looked very impressive.
At this moment in the inn, the innkeeper knocked on Mu Feng's door with a pot of hot water.
"Sir, I'll refill the hot water you just boiled," he said while standing outside the door.
Mu Feng, who was in the room at the moment, stood up immediately. With a sneer on his lips, he opened the door of the room directly.
When the innkeeper saw Mu Feng, he bowed his body and smiled: "Sir, please drink some of the newly heated hot water."
With that said, he walked into the room, opened the teapot on the table, poured out the cold hot water, and replaced it with new boiling water.
With a sneer on his face, Mu Feng sat there and watched the innkeeper's actions with a bit of amusement in his eyes. The innkeeper seemed to be a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.
He frowned and recalled that during the day, Mu Feng was taciturn and had no expression on his face. Why did he seem to be a different person at night?
That look can only be described as evil.
"Sir, the hot water is ready. If nothing happens, I'll leave first." The innkeeper turned around to leave, but Mu Feng suddenly stopped him.
"Wait, did I tell you to leave?" He walked slowly to the table and poured a glass of water from the teapot, "Come here and drink this water!"
The innkeeper looked surprised, but then he thought of something and hurriedly walked to the table and said, "Sir, are you worried that I will poison the water? Don't worry, a villain would not dare to do such a thing."
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and drank the water in it.
After a while, there was no change in him, so he spread his hands towards Mu Feng and said, "Sir, are you okay now?"
"Why are you in a hurry?" Mu Feng had a hair-raising smile on his face and stared straight at the innkeeper, "Keep drinking."
"Still drinking?" The innkeeper suddenly frowned, wondering what Mu Feng meant. But he was a monk and he was just an ordinary person. He didn't dare to disobey, so he could only continue drinking.
One cup after another, soon the water in the teapot bottomed out. The boss made a show of holding his stomach. With an expression on his face, he spread his hands and asked, "Sir, is this okay?"
"Morning, isn't there water in your pot? Keep drinking." Mu Feng remained reluctant.
The innkeeper had a grimace on his face. The iron kettles they used to boil water were naturally very big. One iron kettle could hold ten teapots of water. How could ordinary people drink it?
But seeing that Mu Feng didn't let him go, he had no choice but to drink.
Finally, he drank all the water in the iron pot. The innkeeper was very helpless: "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"What to do? Of course I want to pull out your fox tail." Mu Feng said slowly.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the candlelight in the room immediately began to beat, making the shadows of Mu Feng and the innkeeper look like monsters.
The innkeeper was suddenly startled and asked: "What fox tail? Sir, what on earth are you talking about? I'm just an innkeeper, you can't bully others like this!"
"I didn't bully you." Mu Feng stood there with his hands behind his hands, a smile of success on his face, "Do you think an ordinary person can drink so much water?"
"Even if he was strangled to death, he still wouldn't be able to drink it. Such a large amount of water would probably burst his stomach, but you drank it all at once and your expression didn't change, and you still said you were an ordinary person?"
The innkeeper stood there for a moment, looking confused. But after a while, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that I actually showed my flaws in this regard. However, so what if I am discovered by you, you will definitely not be able to escape from here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of Mu Feng in front of him suddenly became sharp. The Cloud-Piercing Sword immediately appeared in his hand, and bursts of whistling sounds sounded in the room.
Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed, and the candlelight in the room was immediately blown out by the sword energy. The innkeeper in front of him had a long blood mark on his body, and his body was almost cut into two pieces.
But he still had that gloomy smile on his face, like a...dead person!
"You can't escape, you absolutely can't escape!"
Mu Feng was a little surprised. Even a monk couldn't bear such an injury, but the innkeeper hadn't died yet?
At this moment, through the moonlight, he suddenly saw an undetectable light shining behind the innkeeper.
He then swung his sword, and a sword energy suddenly shot out, flying past the innkeeper and smashing open the door.
The innkeeper still had a weird smile on his face, but his body fell straight down.
Mu Feng stepped forward to check carefully, and finally found an extremely thin thread behind the innkeeper's back, even thinner than hair. If it hadn't been for the reflection just now, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.
This thread extended from the back of the innkeeper's head and had been cut off by him. The other half of the broken line could no longer be found. It was unknown where it ended up.
"What does this thread do?" Mu Feng frowned, feeling very puzzled. He checked the innkeeper and found that he was an ordinary person, but he had been dead for many days.
The moment the thin thread broke, the innkeeper's body began to decay, and now there were large patches of corpse on the body.
"Could it be that someone is controlling him with thin threads?" Mu Feng suddenly realized. Mu Feng took a nap on the bed for a while, regained some energy, and began to meditate on the bed again. However, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart.
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At night in the town, there is no one outside, and everything is dark and quiet, which makes people feel a little panicked.
The few places where lanterns were hung were very dim. The cool night breeze blew up the fallen leaves on the ground.
The town is not that big, with only a few hundred households. In addition to farming, they also make some hard money by receiving passers-by.
Except for the main street, which is fairly spacious, the rest of the street is filled with dilapidated houses.
However, there is an ancestral hall in the town, which is very grand. It is located at the south end of the town. Most of the people in this town are from the same family, and everyone is related.
In every kingdom of God, there are many villages and towns formed by this kind of blood.
However, at this moment, several old men walked out of the ancestral hall. Their eyes were empty, and they looked like walking corpses.
They walked out of the ancestral hall and walked towards the only inn in the town. On the road, there were people coming out of other houses.
They gathered together in a mighty manner, and each one looked very impressive.
At this moment in the inn, the innkeeper knocked on Mu Feng's door with a pot of hot water.
"Sir, I'll refill the hot water you just boiled," he said while standing outside the door.
Mu Feng, who was in the room at the moment, stood up immediately. With a sneer on his lips, he opened the door of the room directly.
When the innkeeper saw Mu Feng, he bowed his body and smiled: "Sir, please drink some of the newly heated hot water."
With that said, he walked into the room, opened the teapot on the table, poured out the cold hot water, and replaced it with new boiling water.
With a sneer on his face, Mu Feng sat there and watched the innkeeper's actions with a bit of amusement in his eyes. The innkeeper seemed to be a little embarrassed and uncomfortable.
He frowned and recalled that during the day, Mu Feng was taciturn and had no expression on his face. Why did he seem to be a different person at night?
That look can only be described as evil.
"Sir, the hot water is ready. If nothing happens, I'll leave first." The innkeeper turned around to leave, but Mu Feng suddenly stopped him.
"Wait, did I tell you to leave?" He walked slowly to the table and poured a glass of water from the teapot, "Come here and drink this water!"
The innkeeper looked surprised, but then he thought of something and hurriedly walked to the table and said, "Sir, are you worried that I will poison the water? Don't worry, a villain would not dare to do such a thing."
As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and drank the water in it.
After a while, there was no change in him, so he spread his hands towards Mu Feng and said, "Sir, are you okay now?"
"Why are you in a hurry?" Mu Feng had a hair-raising smile on his face and stared straight at the innkeeper, "Keep drinking."
"Still drinking?" The innkeeper suddenly frowned, wondering what Mu Feng meant. But he was a monk and he was just an ordinary person. He didn't dare to disobey, so he could only continue drinking.
One cup after another, soon the water in the teapot bottomed out. The boss made a show of holding his stomach. With an expression on his face, he spread his hands and asked, "Sir, is this okay?"
"Morning, isn't there water in your pot? Keep drinking." Mu Feng remained reluctant.
The innkeeper had a grimace on his face. The iron kettles they used to boil water were naturally very big. One iron kettle could hold ten teapots of water. How could ordinary people drink it?
But seeing that Mu Feng didn't let him go, he had no choice but to drink.
Finally, he drank all the water in the iron pot. The innkeeper was very helpless: "Sir, what do you want to do?"
"What to do? Of course I want to pull out your fox tail." Mu Feng said slowly.
A gust of breeze blew by, and the candlelight in the room immediately began to beat, making the shadows of Mu Feng and the innkeeper look like monsters.
The innkeeper was suddenly startled and asked: "What fox tail? Sir, what on earth are you talking about? I'm just an innkeeper, you can't bully others like this!"
"I didn't bully you." Mu Feng stood there with his hands behind his hands, a smile of success on his face, "Do you think an ordinary person can drink so much water?"
"Even if he was strangled to death, he still wouldn't be able to drink it. Such a large amount of water would probably burst his stomach, but you drank it all at once and your expression didn't change, and you still said you were an ordinary person?"
The innkeeper stood there for a moment, looking confused. But after a while, a sinister smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that I actually showed my flaws in this regard. However, so what if I am discovered by you, you will definitely not be able to escape from here!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of Mu Feng in front of him suddenly became sharp. The Cloud-Piercing Sword immediately appeared in his hand, and bursts of whistling sounds sounded in the room.
Immediately afterwards, a cold light flashed, and the candlelight in the room was immediately blown out by the sword energy. The innkeeper in front of him had a long blood mark on his body, and his body was almost cut into two pieces.
But he still had that gloomy smile on his face, like a...dead person!
"You can't escape, you absolutely can't escape!"
Mu Feng was a little surprised. Even a monk couldn't bear such an injury, but the innkeeper hadn't died yet?
At this moment, through the moonlight, he suddenly saw an undetectable light shining behind the innkeeper.
He then swung his sword, and a sword energy suddenly shot out, flying past the innkeeper and smashing open the door.
The innkeeper still had a weird smile on his face, but his body fell straight down.
Mu Feng stepped forward to check carefully, and finally found an extremely thin thread behind the innkeeper's back, even thinner than hair. If it hadn't been for the reflection just now, he wouldn't have been able to detect it at all.
This thread extended from the back of the innkeeper's head and had been cut off by him. The other half of the broken line could no longer be found. It was unknown where it ended up.
"What does this thread do?" Mu Feng frowned, feeling very puzzled. He checked the innkeeper and found that he was an ordinary person, but he had been dead for many days.
The moment the thin thread broke, the innkeeper's body began to decay, and now there were large patches of corpse on the body.
"Could it be that someone is controlling him with a thin thread?" Mu Feng suddenly realized.