The river bank outside Fengtou Town is covered with dark clouds. The closer you get to the river, the more gloomy the sky becomes, as if it has stepped into the night early.
The river water with anger and resentment was stacked layer by layer, and the bottomless depth was like a huge mouth of devouring people, quietly spreading under the dark water, waiting for hopeless creatures to fall.
Luo Yan stood on the shore with his back straightened his back. The wind that was rushing towards him was filled with a biting chill, blew the long silk brocade robe he had newly replaced today.
In front of him was a wooden table moved from Jiangpo Building not far away, with various magic weapons plundered in the town these days. Those who have never seen them have been seen before. As a pride of the Luo family generation, he has mastered the usage in a short time.
"It's coming."
Luo Yan looked solemn.
His excessive perception ability allowed his sight to penetrate the river and peeked at a terrifying aura that made him feel thrilling.
The breath not only had the gloom of ghosts, but also mixed with a rich sense of filth, just like the statue of the underwater god he saw in the stage world-
The suffocating feeling is like melted oil wax, which seals the mouth and nose drop by drop, unable to break free, and the chaos is difficult to understand.
This is a feeling of oppression that is much higher than ordinary ghosts, which brings not only fear, but also the perception of one's own insignificance in front of giants.
That was a false god.
The Siren was half a step behind him, feeling the actual water vapor in the air. She was also a person who had dealt with Jiang Su indirectly, but her focus was different from that of Luo Yan.
She seemed to hear the sound of a giant underwater swimming from the mist, carrying the vigorous malice of some "aquatic creature". If she had not seen the statue of the god with her own eyes, she would rather call the things she was about to face a "monster". It was something created by the combination of nature and human beliefs. It was a bit like Zhao Yijiu kidnapped her into the water to deduce the indescribable encounter.
The more I stared at the river, the less I could not take my eyes away.
"Come down..."
"Come down..."
The non-human whispers were around my ears at some point, and the countdown was approaching and became more and more obvious.
The sirens drooped their eyes and distracted their gaze. At the same time, a crisp and ethereal sound of bells came from far to near, bringing a brief tranquility.
She turned around at the same time when Luo Yan turned around and saw Zhao Ruru coming back along the river bank.
Zhao Ruru had a lot of muddy ideas on her clothes, and her hair was wet. Jiang Feng seemed to be particularly "foreigning" her. The wind mixed with water kept slapping at her, making her petite figure look shaky.
But her pace of returning never stopped. She held a huge bell in her right hand, and she had to shake it every step. The pleasant ringtone washed away the mist, like the most powerful amulet, protecting her safely all the way.
"Have you buried it?" the sirens said loudly.
Zhao Ruru raised his face in a somewhat embarrassed manner and suddenly showed a proud smile: "Leave it to me, don't worry!"
As the first person to come to the shore with treasures, the three of them had a clear division of labor. Luo Yan calculated the Feng Shui and then set up an altar in the front. The sirens used their ability to control water to escort him and block the interference of the evil spirits in the river.
Zhao Ruru was responsible for burying the treasures into the ground at the correct locations to form formation nodes.
The advantage of her Dog Goddess goddess is revealed at this moment. The bell that has been beside her from the beginning actually showed a strong resistance to the invisible pressure emitted by Jiang Chongyi, which is similar to the treasures made by Wanban masters.
The difference is that treasures such as Masters seem normal, but they contain an evil and dirty power, and the saint's bell is clear and clean, which is the purest magic energy to exorcise ghosts.
Due to the inconsistent aura, the bell cannot join the formation formed by the treasures. Moreover, after the attempts of Luo Yan and the Siren, it was determined that it could only play a stronger role in the hands of the saint Zhao Ruru. Therefore, the division of labor for burying treasures seemed to be more suitable for the Siren, but Zhao Ruru did it.
At this time, the formation was still one core, which was that Zhao Yijiu went to find the treasure of the Fengfu in the plan.
Zhao Ruru finally returned to the two of them by the altar, felt the dual protection of Luo family magic and the sea demon water control, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm frozen to death, do you know how cold the river water is now!"
The lively girl kept chattering against the increasingly depressing air: "The yin energy is melting into the water. When I buried my dagger, I hit me and attacked me! I almost thought I had seen my too much breasts!"
As he said that, he did not forget to add a ringing bell to disperse some yin energy.
Siren: "…"
Luo Yan politely reminded: "As far as I know, your grandmother has lived a long life and has not passed away yet."
Not every one of the three major families will play the deduction game. Those family members who have never become deductionists in their lives but have so many capable people help them usually live for a long time.
Although Zhao Ruru is a branch of the Zhao family, Luo Yan has also met many older generations at gatherings of three major families, including Zhao Ruru's grandma, a very knowledgeable and elegant old lady.
Zhao Ruru: "...This is an exaggerated rhetorical technique. Don't click it out, okay? If I can go out alive, I should send a two-minute voice message on WeChat to scold me."
"Is your so-called grandma the kind of personality..." Luo Yan murmured subconsciously, then was stunned, and found that the feeling of oppression and suffocation that he could not get rid of nothing had actually dissipated in Zhao Ruru's jokes.
This is not just a reason for diverting attention, it is the pressure of the pseudo-god! Even with the assistance of the bell, Zhao Ruru's undisclosed strength was still beyond Luo Yan's expectations.
He sighed inappropriately.
There is actually a top talent in the Zhao family’s generation.
In comparison, the Luo family feels like talents withering. In addition to him, the junior brother of Luo Qishan is barely qualified. Although junior sister Luo Jue has potential, it still takes some time to grow, and the remaining disciples of foreign surnames cannot hold on.
Luo Yan, the senior brother of the Luo family, couldn't help but worry.
But the next second, his thoughts changed.
No, although Zhao Mou, Zhao Yijiu and Zhao Ruru of the Zhao family are strong, they seem to be considered as one of them, and they are all second-handed and have no "loyalty" to the master's family.
Looking at the Xu family again, Xu Shu is the only one who is outstanding, and the atmosphere within the family is tense. Just like the organization of Wanban Masters, each has other thoughts and values ​​personal interests more.
From this perspective, the Luo family has the brightest future!
As soon as the conclusion came out, Luo Yan felt refreshed, his spiritual platform was clear, and even his thoughts were much clearer, and his spirit was completely stabilized.
As soon as he turned his head, Zhao Ruru let out a faint chuckling, drowned like a bubble in the sound of waves.
It was indeed her.
Luo Yan exhaled.
Strange, is it her ability to make people unconsciously think about everything? Now he is completely unaffected by the Yin Qi by the River, which is more useful than his Taoist technique.
When she found Luo Yan staring at her, Zhao Ruru didn't intend to explain anything. She skillfully pretended that she had done nothing and looked back: "There are two minutes left, who will come first... Ah! Someone is here!"
At the end of his sight, a pale coffin appeared.
There were still broken chains left on the coffin, which loosely tied the ferocious ghost lines on the coffin cover. The broken part drooped downward and touched the clothes of the person who was carrying the coffin.
"Yu Xing!" Zhao Ruru's eyes lit up and he waved, "Here! Hurry up, put this coffin next to this altar and let Luo Yan put a talisman first!"
He flew over from the black fog, but still felt that the back was getting heavier and heavier, as if Yu Xing, who gradually turned from a coffin to a hill, rushed over and fell next to the altar, and put down the white jade coffin heavily.
The ground is quickly soaked with a layer of water stains.
Chapter completed!