Using very gentle movements, slowly lie down on the ground and aim your eyes at a slightly wider gap.
It's so black.
Nothing can be seen.
But on the side, the smoke wave on the evil sword undoubtedly proves that there is evil here.
After thinking for a while, Chen Qingyan stood up, took the oil lamp from the counter, and placed it on the floor.
With the flickering light, Chen Qingyan quickly caught the outline of a millstone-sized figure from the gap.
It's so dark that it actually reflects the luster.
It was very close to the ground, probably only about two meters away, and a hole was dug into the ground under the floor.
Chen Qingyan observed it for a long time, and the outline inside suddenly moved.
Chen Qingyan finally saw the evil face in the pit, and his heart immediately went numb.
It turned out to be a spider with an old man's face, and its jaws were constantly working as its mouth opened and closed.
Crunch~
The unknown leg bone was bitten into pieces by the claws, and the marrow fluid inside flowed out, and was licked clean by a slender tongue.
Chen Qingyan watched for a while, but the human-faced spider still didn't notice him.
Withdrawing his gaze, Chen Qingyan held up the Zhaoxie knife, pressed it against the floor, and probed all the way.
Every once in a while, weak or strong smoke waves will be produced. The colors are dark, and they are obviously the same kind of evil spirits.
"A spider lair?"
After seeing the seventh human-faced spider, Chen Qingyan had this thought in his mind.
Fortunately, the gap in the floor was big enough, otherwise he couldn't see clearly what the spider looked like. It was really all kinds of weird. The spider had an old man's face, a child's face, a woman's face, and a girl's face. Each face was different.
Like a family.
Chen Qingyan did not act rashly.
Although judging from the reaction of Zhao Xie Dao, this litter of spiders is not very strong individually. It is probably weaker than the monsters that I chopped to pieces last time. It is most likely a litter of cubs.
If this is really a spider nest with seven little spiders inside, then there must be a mother spider that breeds them.
Choose to build a nest under a restaurant, maybe the female spider is nearby.
"Maybe he went out to catch prey, but... he could also be hiding deeper underground."
Chen Qingyan recalled the habits of spiders, but Yaoxie was destined to be different from ordinary spiders, and he did not rule out the possibility that they were intelligent.
However, once he began to associate, Chen Qingyan immediately realized that deep underground in this restaurant, there was probably a network of passages extending in all directions.
Rabbits can make holes, mice can make holes, and spiders can also make holes. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain how these little spiders got in.
Returning to his original seat, Chen Qingyan continued to eat.
Until the time comes to Yin Shi.
The waiter in the shop seemed to have had a nightmare. He suddenly twitched and woke up.
"When did the infestation in the store start?"
A faint voice reached the waiter's ears.
Chen Qingyan was still the same, drinking tea.
The dishes on the wooden table had already been taken away by the cook, and now there were only three things left on the table.
A pot of tea,
a knife,
A cup.
"It's been a long time since you said this."
"how long?"
"It's been more than half a year."
"Your shopkeeper has never thought about pest control?"
"Why not? But the medicine I sprinkled didn't work."
Chen Qingyan stopped asking.
Seeing this, the waiter yawned and returned to the counter.
Half an hour later, Chen Qingyan walked to the counter and paid the bill.
Then the four people who were lucky enough to be asleep said that it was almost time to hand over the shift, and said nothing else.
"Thank you for your hard work, Wang Teng."
The oldest disciple in the team said with an apologetic face.
Chen Qingyan smiled.
"Is everything okay?" the man asked again.
Chen Qingyan shook his head.
"That's good."
"Let's go back and take over the shift."
"By the way, have you paid the money?"
"Hey, do we still need to pay? Why don't we just drink some tea?"
Chen Qingyan said: "The money has been given."
"Ah, this...I'll do it next time."
While they were talking, several people walked out of the restaurant.
When we got back to our base, the sky was bright.
In the open space, there was only one person waiting for his shift.
"Hey, where are your people?" A person next to Chen Qingyan asked with a frown.
The only person present looked tired and pointed at the stone hall, "They are all still sleeping."
"Is there any mistake? You should wake them up quickly."
"It's not necessary. How about you go?"
"Should I go? I won't go. Anyway, our time is up, you can do whatever you want."
After an unpleasant exchange, the team disbanded.
There are not enough people to take over, so the formal handover will naturally be abandoned.
Chen Qingyan was still the same, picked up the broom and started cleaning seriously.
But what surprised him was that when he looked up, he happened to see Jiang Bingxin walking out of the stone hall, with a frighteningly cold expression on his face.
"Young, Senior Brother Jiang got up so early today."
A previously disbanded night patrol member posted enthusiastically.
Jiang Bingxin snorted and looked in Chen Qingyan's direction viciously. Their eyes met and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. The two sides collided for the first time.
The night watchman walked away with a puzzled look on his face.
Then, Jiang Bingxin grinned, made a provocative gesture towards Chen Qingyan as if he would crush something to death, and turned around to leave.
Chen Qingyan looked on expressionlessly.
The patrolling disciple who was completely unaware of the situation here was yawning and still waiting to go to work.
Chen Qingyan continued to clean.
The four people who were punished gradually arrived. After a few days, they had become very skilled at cleaning. With the division of labor and cooperation, they quickly cleaned up the place.
Chen Qingyan put down his broom and went to the open-air canteen in the back hall to have breakfast with the pancake-faced female disciple and another male disciple who was about the same age as himself. As for the other person, he went to patrol on duty.
Chen Qingyan devoured his breakfast and quickly finished it.
Under the somewhat surprised gazes of the two people, he smiled and said, "I'm full, take your time."
With that said, he turned around and left.
Returning to the stone room, Chen Qingyan was surprised to find that only one person was still in the stone room.
The other three roommates were all missing.
He was the only one who needed to patrol this stone room, and the others had other arrangements.
Just as Chen Qingyan thought before, there are many resources in the ancient town that need to be taken over and guarded by the disciples stationed in Lingu.
But not every day.
Chen Qingyan hung the knife on the wall, took off his clothes, and turned to look at the only bed where there was someone covering his head with a quilt.
"What are you doing?"
Chen Qingyan noticed something strange about the person on the bed.
The quilt moved, but there was no response.
Chen Qingyan frowned, he knew that the person sleeping in this bed was Mo Zhizhen.
Based on yesterday's threat, Chen Qingyan took a few steps forward and lifted the other person's quilt.
Mo Zhizhen covered his face with his arms, but his swollen, congested and enlarged face was still exposed.
Chen Qingyan raised his eyebrows, remembering Jiang Bingxin who came out of the stone palace before, and looking at Mo Zhizhen's tragic situation at this time, he already knew what happened.
"Did Jiang Bingxin fight?"
He asked in a calm tone.
Mo Zhizhen trembled, and finally put down his hand without saying a word.
Chen Qingyan took a few glances and found that Mo Zhizhen was beaten really badly, and several teeth fell out.
"You didn't tell him I was out, did you?"
Chen Qingyan asked.
Mo Zhizhen sighed and nodded.
"Did Jiang Bingxin see through it?"
Mo Zhizhen was silent for a moment and nodded.
"So he hit you and you didn't have the guts to fight back."
Mo Zhizhen's expression suddenly turned ugly, but he still nodded.
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