In a dark space, there was no sound or movement. Suddenly, there was a fierce sound of water splashing, as if boiling water was boiling.
After a while, the abnormal noise gradually subsided, and the original dead silence returned to the dark space.
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On the cold street early in the morning, a carriage was slowly driving towards the city gate.
The car was empty, and there was no cargo loaded.
The driver is tall and wears a slightly broken hat, which covers most of his face, and the whiskers on his chin can be vaguely seen.
The soldiers guarding the city gate turned a blind eye and did not come forward to stop the inquiry.
Nowadays, incidents of ghost soldiers claiming their lives are happening one after another, and the people in Greenstone City are panicking. The number of people coming in and out of the city gate every day is already more than the number of people coming in.
Many people never returned and moved far away from the city. In the eyes of the guards, they have seen too much these days.
If this continues, the originally prosperous small town will probably become an empty city. Therefore, the daily inspections and inquiries will become unnecessary.
After leaving the city gate a little further, the coachman raised his head and looked back at the three large characters "Green Stone City" on the city wall that were already somewhat faded and old.
This bearded coachman is none other than Sun Huo in disguise.
The situation in the city is complicated and strange, and the hidden spearheads seem to be directed at oneself.
It might not be a bad idea to leave the city for a while to avoid the limelight. Fortunately, the most critical herbs have been obtained, so there is nothing that requires entering the city again.
With a slight sigh, Sun Huo turned around, waved his short whip in his hand, and was about to urge his horse back to the village.
At this moment, three people walked towards the official road.
The woman in front was wearing a light yellow thin robe, with a flying fairy bun on her head. She was walking very quickly, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was filled with anger.
Followed closely behind was a young man in blue, with good-looking features, but just ordinary and not very handsome.
He was explaining something to the woman in yellow with an anxious look on his face, but the woman ignored him and walked alone.
The two of them passed by Sun Huo in such a hurry, without even looking at Sun Huo from the beginning to the end.
Far behind the two of them, an old man with white hair and beard was walking over slowly.
He is wearing a green Taoist robe, and when the skirt of the clothes swings, he has a certain air of immortality.
Just as Sun Huo drove a carriage past him, the old man raised his head and looked over as if by accident, and their eyes met instantly.
In an instant, Sun Huo felt that the old man's gaze seemed to have a strange power, drawing his mind into it.
The thoughts in his heart seemed to be exposed naked in front of the old man, and he could see through them inside and out.
As the carriage moved forward, the intersecting eyes suddenly broke apart.
In order not to appear guilty, Sun Huo remained calm and did not urge the horse to gallop, but allowed the horse pulling the cart to move forward slowly on its own.
Watching Sun Huo's retreating figure, the green-robed old man who stopped slightly raised his lips, then turned his head and continued walking towards the city gate.
After guessing that he had walked out of Lixu Road and heard that there was no trace of anyone following him, Sun Huo stopped his horse and turned his head to look in the direction of Greenstone City.
At this time, his back felt wet, as if he was broken into a cold sweat by the previous experience.
Along the way, I didn't dare to look back and use my clairvoyance to secretly look at the old man to verify whether he was an immortal cultivator.
But at that moment, the undisguised energy aura on the old man's body had clearly demonstrated his identity.
Even the men in black robes who hunted Sun Huo couldn't compare to the pressure brought by this kind of aura.
Obviously the old man's cultivation skills are much deeper than those of Sun Huo now.
Thinking of this, Sun Huo became a little upset.
How come the cultivators who are invisible on weekdays appear one after another overnight?
Everyone looks unfriendly. Is there really something going on in Greenstone City?
Sun Huo couldn't help but think in the worst direction.
If this is the case, then you have to rush back and discuss with your mother to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Having made up his mind, Sun Huo no longer delayed, whipped up his whip and drove his horse towards Huoyun Village.
At the same time, in a luxuriously decorated inner room.
A middle-aged man with a fair face and a goatee on his chin is lying quietly on the couch with his eyes closed.
The corners of the eyebrows will twitch and twist from time to time, as if the body is suffering from great pain.
On the bed, another woman in her forties was sitting. She was beautiful and dignified, exuding a scholarly atmosphere.
Red threads loomed in his eyes, and his face looked tired and anxious, but he still looked after it carefully.
The woman leaned down with a handkerchief and was gently wiping the sweat from her forehead to the middle-aged man on the bed.
With a "squeak" sound, the door to the inner room opened inward. Hearing the sound at the door, the woman straightened up and turned her head to look over.
But seeing that the person coming was Li Yan, he turned around, closed the door, and strode over.
At this time, Li Yan was still wearing the green outfit he had gone out last night, and he was dusty.
He walked straight to the bed, first looked at the middle-aged man on the bed, then looked at the woman, and said softly: "Mom, how is dad? Has he gotten better and woke up?"
After hearing her son's question, the woman shook her head silently. Then she stood up, waved her hand, and motioned for Li Yan to follow her and walked to the other end of the inner room.
"How are you? Are you injured? Your clothes are torn." The woman asked with concern.
Li Yan was stunned and immediately understood. He had arrived in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to change clothes, and his mother immediately noticed the clues.
"It's okay, it's okay. I just got rid of a few thieves last night and accidentally scratched it somewhere. I'll just replace it with a new one later." Li Yan hurriedly found an excuse to stall.
"Mom, you've been watching all night and your eyes are red. Go and have a rest. Sanniang, Sanniang and the others will also take good care of dad."
The woman thought for a while and said: "Okay, I'll go and rest for a while and come back later. But Yan'er, you have to be careful yourself and don't make any mistakes again. Now your father is suddenly missing from the meeting.
The chief is in charge, and several hall masters are ready to take action. You must be careful in handling things, and you have to make some contingency plans."
"Don't worry, I have an idea." After some persuasion, Li Yan accompanied the woman back to her room, and then returned to the inner room where she started.
Looking at his unconscious father on the bed, Li Yan had a sad look on his face. The Nine Yuan Society was suffering from internal and external troubles, there was no response from his family, and he had no ability to fight against the immortal cultivators. Is it going to decline?
When I was at a loss what to do, there was a sudden knock on the door, "Young Master, there is someone outside asking to see you, claiming to be an old friend of the door owner."