The spiritual consciousness is fully and carefully sensed.
The golden horned dragon is also carefully screened.
But nothing was found.
When the other party has not committed a crime, it is almost impossible to find out.
Even the magical effects of the ancient evil energy on his body and spiritual bodies like the golden-horned dragon were helpless. For this, Fang Che could only rely on his own eyes.
The faces and bodies of the onlookers were quietly observed one by one.
There were several key words going back and forth in his mind.
According to the news from the people guarding the main hall and Yinshen Palace.
The children of this wave of aristocratic families have one common characteristic.
young.
This range is much smaller.
Children of aristocratic families do not dress the same as ordinary people. This is the second characteristic.
The third thing is that they are all away from home, so their demeanor must be different from the children of the local aristocratic families.
And then there is the fourth thing. No matter how these people pretend, they cannot change their attitude of treating human life as trivial. Moreover, when facing people from ordinary families, the arrogance of these 'Solipsistic Orthodox Headquarters families' is different from that kind of attitude.
Condescension that appears inadvertently cannot be changed.
Then there are other characteristics of martial arts training, as well as the evil spirit and murderous aura that occasionally show up when one is not paying attention.
Then there are the characteristics of practicing certain special magic skills, such as some pupils have abnormalities, some nails are black, some faces are dull...
These are things that everyone who guards the main hall must memorize, but it is useless to memorize them. You also need a pair of sharp eyes.
Some of them remembered them very well, but they couldn't recognize them until the devils from the Demon Cult killed them... some of them were!
And it's the vast majority.
Fang Che had a look of fear on his face as he watched the fun and quietly hid in the crowd.
Observe everyone.
Finally, two people caught his attention.
These two people were well-dressed, young, handsome, tall and tall, carrying small bags on their backs, and had strong hands and feet. They were warriors.
Fang Che approached quietly.
These two people were hiding in the crowd, looking at the scene with fear on their faces.
Fang Che then also approached with a look of fear on his face.
"Whose family does the dead one belong to?"
Fang Che had fear on his face, but his voice was low and he asked in a familiar tone.
"The head is gone...who knows whose family it belongs to."
One of them subconsciously said, suddenly reacting: "Who are you?"
Fang Che said calmly: "I am from the Si family!"
Now, Fang Che already knows that the Si family is a big family.
So naturally, there was that arrogant expression on his face. He looked down at the two of them and said, "Where are you two?"
"What about us? Who are you?"
The two of them looked wary.
In private, he was using Five Spirit Gu to communicate: "The Si family has also sent people to participate? With the strength of the Si family, it is actually necessary to send people to participate in this?"
"I don't know...but the surname Si is not common."
Fang Che smiled faintly: "Since I recognize you all, there's no need to act."
"I don't understand what you are saying."
These two people are very vigilant.
Fang Che laughed: "I'm quite cautious, okay, okay, then you two continue watching."
He nodded and turned away without any regret.
He quickly got out of the crowd and headed into the distance. His steps were very fast, and he had gone dozens of feet in an instant, and was about to turn around the corner.
The two young men looked at each other, both a little confused.
This matter...
But seeing that the opponent was almost gone, he hurriedly chased after him.
How did they recognize us? This is strange.
Are the people in the Si family really so awesome?
"Brother, brother, stay."
But Fang Che just turned around, smiled, waved, and turned into another road.
Seeing this, the two of them quickened their pace and followed.
It doesn't seem fake.
More cautious than us.
Fang Che was walking gracefully on the road, only to hear the clothes flying behind him, and the two of them chased after him: "Brother..."
Finally, he turned around and stopped, with a look of helplessness on his face: "You said that we both need to hide our identities, so why don't we just say goodbye? You still have to chase me..."
The two of them looked apologetic: "It's my fault, I just thought too much, haha, brother Si, don't take offense."
"It's normal to overthink."
As Fang Che walked forward, he whispered: It has only been a while and several people have already died, so there is no harm in being cautious."
The two of them quickly followed his footsteps and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, brother Si, and my younger brother Lu Zijia, may I ask which room of the Si family this is?"
Fang Che said calmly: "It's embarrassing enough to participate in this under the name of the Si family. It's better for the two brothers not to ask questions."
The two laughed and showed understanding in their eyes.
Fang Che sighed and said, "Let's find a place to talk. Those three unlucky guys are probably sick, otherwise they wouldn't have been killed so quickly. This is a place of right and wrong."
"good!"
The two of them had this intention.
So the three of them took one step at a time and turned back three times. They were afraid, curious, and talking about each other and walked away...
After a while.
Fang Che turned into a ghost and ran as fast as a shadow.
He was holding a bag in his hand.
The dripping blood...
finally.
"Tang Zheng! Go and record your merits for me!"
Fang Che came to the vicinity of the guard hall and naturally returned to his original appearance. He was very excited: "Two more, the bodies are over there... let them examine them."
"..."
Tang Zheng was dumbfounded.
Why are you acting like selling cabbage?
Do it all in one go?
As soon as they left the house, they went back with the two heads to record their merits. The people from the merit department immediately came out and went to the place mentioned by Fang Che to verify.
Zhao Ying'er was walking in tiredly from the outside. When she saw Fang Che, she immediately burst into a sweet smile.
"Why did you come back so quickly?"
Zhao Yinger asked.
"I killed someone and came back to report my merits." Fang Che said with a smile.
"..." Zhao Ying'er suddenly became a little nervous: "You're not injured, are you?"
"How is that possible?" Fang Che smiled: "How can these little devils hurt me?"
"You have to be careful."
Zhao Ying'er said worriedly, then lowered her voice and said: "Our hall has lost four people today."
Fang Che sighed and said: "This is just the beginning. Those devils who can't keep calm will take action frequently, and these people are actually giving us benefits. As for those with a calm mind, they will settle down. Wait.
The first few days are the time when we really compete.”
"Yes." Zhao Yinger said with a sad look on her face: "Once they take root here, it will be even harder to find them. But they can still destroy it at any time..."
At this moment, someone hurriedly came to report: "The Baiyunzhou Inn has settled in foreigners, and the information has begun to be compiled."
Immediately many people came to help.
Fang Che didn't go over.
He applied for the reference room.
"Let me take a look at the locations of the branches of the major demon sects that were destroyed before. Where are they?"
…
afternoon.
Fang Che wandered around the street again. Sometimes when he felt a little sure, he would approach him mysteriously.
"…Which one is it from?"
I was called crazy eight times in one afternoon.
There were two more young men in front carrying luggage...
Fang Che then leaned over very naturally, as usual, in a calm and condescending tone.
He whispered to the two young men: "...Which family are they from?"
The two young men on the other side looked at each other, and both smiled interestingly: "It's a pleasure to meet you, Fang, the school beauty from Baiyun Martial Arts Academy."
Fang Che hid his face and walked away.
I met my fifth grade senior...
This is so embarrassing.
…
After searching several times, I finally gave up on this method that had tasted sweetness.
Perhaps among the dozen or so groups of people I found, there are people who believe in solipsism, and there may not be only one group.
But the problem is that they disguise themselves so well that no flaws are revealed.
There was nothing Fang Che could do.
So I started to practice Five Spirit Gu again: You can't even distinguish between yourself and others! What's the use of you!
Five Spirit Gu has accepted its fate.
It even slowly started to be regarded as a kind of training method. As soon as Fang Che started practicing, the Five Spirit Gu actually started to cooperate...
…
"Another day has passed."
afternoon.
Behind Fang Che's seat in the deacon hall, Ren Chang shook his gray beard and let out a long sigh of relief.
And I don't have to be on duty tonight.
This old deacon named Ren Chang always said this when he was on duty every day: "Another day has passed."
It's just that those were normal times.
The tone I say this sentence every day is full of relief. After get off work, I can rest, drink, and enjoy life.
But these days when I say this, my tone is completely different.
It was full of a tone of surviving a disaster.
It gives people a sense of joy of "living one more day".
He stood up, walked out easily, and greeted people.
When he walked to Fang Che, he laughed and said, "Deacon Fang, why don't you show off?"
"Leave now."
"Then let's go."
Ren Changyou is over sixty years old. It is said that when he was practicing martial arts, he became obsessed with martial arts. He never rose to the rank of commander and remained at the ninth rank of general.
Although he is a warrior, over the years, when his mentality was finally smoothed by reality, his hair had already turned gray.
Cultivation didn't seem to work on him.
Some of his peers, who are highly cultivated, even look like they are in their twenties now.
Ren Chang is the oldest-looking person in the entire deacon hall.
Fang Che smiled and secretly calculated his achievements.
Well, I added another five hundred.
Originally four thousand nine, now there are five thousand four hundred meritorious deeds!
It's okay.
He stood up and walked out with Ren Chang.
The remaining deacons on duty tonight cast envious glances. For them, it would be fine if nothing happened this night. Once something happened, it would be a matter of life and death!
Walking outside the door, the two cherished each other and parted ways.
Ren Chang squinted his eyes, looked at Fang Che's back, chuckled, and said, "Deacon Fang."
Fang Che turned around: "Senior Ren?"
Ren Chang smiled and said softly: "The flowers are blooming, so don't leave any regrets."
Fang Che was silent for a moment: "Thank you, senior, for reminding me."