The night patrol had ceased to engage in lively conversation.
After talking for most of the night, I was tired.
Fei Yihe threw down the chicken bones.
Turning around and looking around, two people in the team went downstairs and chatted with people on the street, while one of them lay on the table and slept soundly.
"Where did that boy Wang Teng die?"
Fei Yihe used his oily hands to push the sleeping person up.
"Um...what's wrong?"
The man raised his head and asked.
Fei Yihe pointed to the weapons on the table, "You look at this guy, I'll go fuck him."
After saying that, without waiting for the other party to respond, he picked up the cloth on the table, wiped his hands, and strode away.
The person who was woken up smelled of alcohol. He mumbled a few words while holding his chin. After a while, he lay down again, snoring intermittently in the empty teahouse.
It's approaching midnight.
The night wind blew into the tea house from the dark night sky. The wind was very fast and made the kuaizi stuck in the bamboo tube whistle.
Chongyue Ancient Street is no longer as brightly lit as before. At this hour, except for some places such as Manchun Tower, the other shops are basically closed, and no one is wandering on the street.
The climate in Huangxie is unpredictable. The sun is scorching during the day, but now the wind blows, and it becomes colder for no reason.
With no one to chat with, the night watcher returned to the teahouse, went upstairs, and found that Fei Yihe was not there. Without asking, he grabbed the cold roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves and ate it.
People who practice martial arts are strong and eat a lot.
Those who have also practiced the "Blue Secret Skill" have a huge appetite. Those disciples who have practiced the "Blue Secret Skill" to a deep level can, without exaggeration, chew down a cow.
These roast chickens were brought back by Wang Teng. He bought twenty of them and brought a jar of good wine. He was very good at doing things.
After about a stick of incense passed by, Fei Yihe came back feeling refreshed. Seeing the two of them there, he happily asked the waiter for a pot of hot tea.
Their night patrol team has changed its members.
The way of duty has also changed.
Previously, there were four classes, morning class, afternoon class, early midnight class, and late night class.
After the Fierce God Altar was opened, some things were inevitably disrupted. In addition, Lingu disciples gradually became familiar with and adapted to the life in the ancient town, so the duty method was changed to two shifts a day.
Day shift, and night shift.
It has returned to the pattern of the patrol team in Jugu City, except that it lacks the monk leader.
The number of patrols per team remained unchanged, but the time was doubled.
One day on, one day off.
After Fei Yihe and Chen Qingyan came back, they were assigned to the night patrol shift.
"You were downstairs just now, did you see Wang Teng?"
While the three of them were chatting, Fei Yihe suddenly asked.
"I didn't see it." The person sitting on the right shook his head.
"Do you think that boy Wang Teng secretly went to Manchun Tower?"
After the man finished speaking, everyone looked at each other and laughed.
"what happened again?"
The person sleeping on his stomach was woken up for the second time.
"Manchun Tower, are you going?"
Fei Yihe hit him with a chicken bone.
"Really?" The man suddenly became energetic.
"Of course I lied to you, hahaha."
Fei Yihe smiled and clapped his hands, but found that the three of them were staring at him seriously, and immediately shouted:
"Wait, wait, you really want to go?"
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"Um."
"think."
The three of them nodded in succession.
"No, no, it's our responsibility..."
After Fei Yihe said something, he saw that everyone didn't take it seriously, and he became excited, thinking that I have been holding back for a long time and it's time to indulge.
"Fuck, just go."
As soon as the words fell, the four of them reached an agreement and immediately became very happy.
"What about Wang Teng?" someone asked again.
"Whatever, maybe we can bump into him at Manchun Tower."
The three of them couldn't wait to walk towards the stairs.
Fei Yihe chuckled, grabbed the iron rod and left.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing at the railing of the aisle, and couldn't help but stop.
"Wang Teng?"
The lights were dim and Fei Yihe couldn't see clearly for a while.
While I was in a daze, there was a sudden rush of footsteps coming from the stairs.
In a blink of an eye, the three people who had just come downstairs ran up again.
However, his demeanor and movements seemed extremely panicked.
Fei Yihe's heart skipped a beat.
"Demon, evil..."
The three night watchmen who went upstairs said what Fei Yihe was most worried about in a tone of suppressed fear.
Fei Yihe hurriedly lowered his head, but the family iron rod did not respond.
Looking at the weapons of the three people in front of them, they were as unresponsive as the iron rods.
"What evil? Have you seen it? Is it down there?"
Fei Yihe asked questions one after another.
"Outside, on the street."
One of them answered.
The four of them looked towards the aisle almost simultaneously.
At the same time, I saw the familiar figures with their backs facing several people in the aisle.
"That's Wang Teng."
"When did you come back?"
"It seems to be him. He must have seen it while standing there."
While the three of them were talking, they began to walk towards the aisle.
Fei Yihe hesitated, slowed down and fell behind.
At this moment, the figure in front of the aisle railing turned his head, revealing a somewhat green and immature face in the dim light.
It's Wang Teng.
Fei Yihe felt relieved. Before, he thought he had encountered a ghost.
When the four of them got closer, they realized that the boy was staring at the street with his head lowered, as if he was observing something.
They were both disciples of Lingu, and although they often dealt with demons, they were quite familiar with it. Of course they knew what the boy was looking at.
Five people stood in a row, overlooking the street below.
"Hey, why has it changed?"
The three night watchmen who had gone downstairs earlier were filled with doubts.
Under the teahouse, in the middle of the street, a man in a bamboo hat was motionless carrying a dark coffin.
"What we saw before was not him, there was no coffin..."
The three night watchmen looked at each other in confusion.
Fei Yihe frowned.
"You have been affected by the evil spirit and have seen illusions." The young man spoke in a calm tone, "This man has been standing here with a coffin for a long time."
As soon as these words came out, the four people looked ugly.
"Wang Teng, when did you come back?"
Fei Yihe asked.
"Yes, you saw it and didn't tell us earlier." The others complained one after another.
The young man is none other than Chen Qingyan.
"I see nothing unusual about Zhaoxie Dao. Although this man is mysterious and carries a coffin, he doesn't look like a demon."
Chen Qingyan said something.
He didn't need to explain too much. In fact, he had been reading the alien skills given by Zang Rongrong upstairs and had not left the teahouse at all.
Fei Yihe's eyes were obscure, he suppressed some ridiculous speculations in his mind, and focused on the man in a coffin and hat standing on the street.
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After thinking for a moment, he blurted out: "The corpse breeder."
"What corpse breeder?"
"Are you raising corpses? Brother Fei, are you talking about the corpse raiser in Yinshan City?"
Among the night watchers, besides Fei Yihe, there was another person who knew about raising corpses.
The four people's eyes focused on Fei Yihe.
I saw Fei Yihe observing the mysterious man below, his expression not very good.
"If you were the corpse keeper of Yinshan City, you would not have been affected by Chongsha before. Yinshan City is too far away from us, and it is unlikely to appear in Chongyue."
"He is the corpse breeder of Black Evil Forest."
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