When he heard Yang's voice, Li Huowang came back to his senses and found that they were now at the edge of the town.
Several bungalows built of stone appeared in front of him. In front of the bungalows was a large and spacious horse farm.
Camels, sheep, and horses were all kept in different fences, and the pungent smell of various livestock hit our faces.
The people inside seemed to have noticed Li Huowang, and they all cast their eyes over him in unison.
From their attire, it is not difficult to tell that this family should be specialized in this business.
This can also be seen from the side. The female Taoist girl should be different from Xiaoman. She was not sold. She has a good family background.
Taking the urn from Yang Child's hand, Li Huowang took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality, and walked towards it.
Seeing Li Huowang approaching, a strong man pushed aside the horse beside him and came up to him. "Buying livestock?"
"No, I'm giving something away." Li Huowang looked at him and estimated from his age that he should be the father of that boy.
Faced with Li Huowang's sudden visit, the strong man obviously did not trust him directly, but when Yang child told the Taotong's name and some of her details, they finally believed it.
The news of their daughter's death was like a bolt from the blue to them, and the whole family burst into tears around the urn.
Looking at the sad scene in front of him, Li Huowang thought he would be infected by them, but he was not.
He had seen so many dead people that he was a little numb.
When the monk on the side saw this scene, his smile disappeared. He walked over with a pious look, clasped his hands and prayed to the urn.
"Ah Amitabha...Ah Amitabha...Ah Amitabha..."
Because they were pestered by Taotong's father for details, when Li Huowang and others came to the inn again, it was already very late.
"Let's go. It's fate that we met each other. I'll open a room for you so that you won't have to sleep secretly in the hut like before."
"I have money." The monk shook his robe, and the sound of coins hitting each other came from his body.
"Also, you are talking nonsense, when have I ever slept in someone else's hut?"
After hearing this, Li Huowang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Where are you going? If it's our way, let's go together from now on."
It’s not easy for a person like this to live in this poor place. Just take care of him if you can.
"As long as I can do good deeds, I can go anywhere. I don't choose. I'll leave first tomorrow, otherwise Datong Shop will close."
Looking at the monk's retreating figure, Li Huowang smiled, turned around and walked into the inn.
As soon as he walked into the lobby, he saw a red-faced Lu Zhuangyuan arguing with his son about something.
"Leader Lu, what are you doing?"
Lu Zhuangyuan pushed his son away and moved his fingers excitedly in the air.
"Those people who perform Nuo opera are so arrogant! They dare to say where my opera comes from them, and their opera is the ancestor of our opera!!"
"Dad, forget it, why are you arguing with them? This is other people's territory."
"Forget it? You can forget about other things! This is not okay! If you don't live up to your reputation at this time, how can you be worthy of the ancestor? They are all low-level opera singers. Am I afraid of them? Let me go!"
After learning that it was Lu Zhuangyuan who was quarreling with the Nuo opera gang, Li Huowang was too lazy to get involved and turned around and walked towards his bedroom.
"Miaomiao, do you remember that old monk? He -" Li Huowang's words stopped abruptly as he just entered the room.
Bai Lingmiao was obviously a little tired. After washing, she lay on the bed and fell asleep deeply.
Li Huowang walked to the bed and gently stroked her face with his hand.
When he felt Li Huowang's aura, the dazed Bai Lingmiao hugged him with his hands habitually.
Seeing her like this, Li Huowang suppressed his desire to share.
After blowing out the oil lamp, Li Huowang lay down and stared blankly at the beams.
"Huh... I finally have a rare and peaceful life for a few days."
Li Huowang is actually not that greedy. He just wants to maintain this kind of life quietly.
"Except...the two of them." Li Huowang tilted his head slightly and looked at Jiang Yingzi and Danyangzi beside him.
In the quiet bedroom, the two objects were still far away, with half-smiling expressions on their faces.
"Huh?" Li Huowang sat up in surprise. He realized that he could actually see things in the dark.
"In terms of perception, my abilities are getting stronger and stronger." Li Huowang murmured to himself, not sure whether this was good or bad news.
"Senior Brother Li...?" Seeing that Bai Lingmiao was about to wake up, Li Huowang quickly patted her gently. "Go to sleep...go to sleep..."
Li Huowang said and slowly closed his eyes.
Perhaps because of the long years of traveling, Li Huowang fell asleep in an instant, and rarely did he dream.
Just when Li Huowang was resting in his deep sleep, suddenly his whole body tensed up and he felt something approaching.
The next moment, a sharp pain in his fingers made him wake up instantly.
Subconsciously, he raised his hand and looked at it, only to find that the skin and flesh on his fingers were turned out and bloody.
With this position and this beast-like appearance, Li Huowang immediately realized that it was Bai Lingmiao's two gods who bit him!
Looking around, Li Huowang didn't find the woman with the red hijab on her head.
Li Huowang suddenly lowered his head and saw three pairs of shoes lying beside the bed. In addition to himself and Bai Lingmiao, there was also a pair of red embroidered shoes among them.
When Li Huowang saw it, the pair of embroidered shoes slowly retracted under the bed.
Glancing at the sleeping Bai Lingmiao, he frowned and asked in a low voice to the bottom of the bed: "What are you going to do!"
"There's something..." A numb female voice suddenly sounded in Li Huowang's ears.
Li Huowang instantly grasped the hilt of the sword under his pillow with one hand and held his breath to sense the environment outside the room.
Li Huowang's perception was very sharp at the moment. Logically speaking, if someone really came, he should be able to detect it, but he did not feel anything unusual.
Just when Li Huowang thought that the two gods were playing tricks on him, there was movement outside the window, which was some kind of crisp metal collision sound.
"Da~!" Suddenly a projection that looked like a shadow puppet show was posted on the wall.
It's hard to tell what the shadow puppet represents. It looks like a spider, but its face is that of an old man's New Year picture.
Six barbed arms, and solid tentacles with complex patterns like window grilles, retract in and out from inside.
I don’t know what kind of shadow puppet show it is, crawling quickly behind Li Huowang’s window.
"Huh, Xinsu? And it's a Nestorian coat, so it's really rare."
The first time he heard this, Li Huowang, who was holding a sword in one hand, turned over and climbed out of bed.