Su Zhao flew to the coast of the East China Sea. There were very few mortal cities here. There were hills and hills, all of which were towns where practitioners and mortals lived together.
Basically, in smaller towns, everyone has the same surname, and they are all related by blood kinship.
If you provoke a person, you provoke a town. Without any strength, it is really difficult to survive on the coast of the East China Sea.
The sky is getting darker, and it gets dark earlier than usual in winter.
Su Zhao was walking in a large city called Huangyue City, walking aimlessly on the streets.
There were not many people coming and going, probably because it was winter and the convoys were no longer on the road. The shops on both sides of the street also closed early, and they were closed before the sun set.
When it got completely dark, not a single shop was open on the entire street.
Even the inns on the corner had closed their doors quietly, with only a flag fluttering in the wind.
The winter wind is very cold, blowing in the streets. There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets. A light frost mist begins to fill the streets. It has reached a state where every house is closed.
Su Zhao walked towards the depths of Huangyue City. The further he walked, the less and less people there were. After crossing two long streets, Su Zhao finally saw a person.
At the street corner, an old woman squatted, holding a handful of yellow paper money in her hand, muttering some words that Su Zhao couldn't understand, like an old monk chanting sutras, chanting for a while, and then put them into the earthen basin in front of the old woman.
Burn.
The little white fox was sitting on Su Zhao's shoulders. He walked closer and saw the old woman wearing gray clothes. A strand of white hair fell from her head. The cold wind blew and the white hair fluttered. The old woman did not arrange her hair and let it float freely.
The old woman glanced at Su Zhao. He had a handsome face, a slender figure, and a well-fitting black suit, which made him even more heroic. On his left shoulder squatted a little white fox, one point larger than a palm. The little fox opened his eyes with a pair of big black eyes.
Eyes, look at the old woman.
The old woman's heart moved, and her two white eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Su Zhao passed by the old woman. The old woman's voice was a little dry, more like an old woman. The old woman said in a low voice: "Young man, don't go forward. There is a dead end ahead. Go
If you do, you won’t be able to come back!”
Su Zhao stopped, turned to look at the old woman, and asked suspiciously: "Old woman, is there a demon in front of you?"
The look on the old woman's face was very calm, she shook her head and said: "There is no demon in front of you, but it is something that no living person can see. If you go there, you may encounter bad luck!"
Su Zhao said with a smile: "There is no demon, so what can make me suffer bad luck? But, old lady, since you said it, I won't go to the front, but why doesn't even an inn in the city open at night? Let me
I’m very confused, I wonder if the old lady can help me clear up my confusion?”
The old woman raised her head and looked at Su Zhao. All the yellow paper money in her hand was burned clean. The old woman said: "This has been the rule of Huang Yuecheng for more than ten years. My old lady doesn't understand it. It's just that when it gets dark, every house closes and everyone locks the door.
, but anyone who opens the door will be killed the next day, and their death will be extremely horrific. Young man, I advise you to leave Huangyue City as soon as possible, so as not to waste your life."
"Thank you, old man. I'll leave now." Su Zhao said. When the old woman nodded with satisfaction, Su Zhao turned around and walked away.
Su Zhao was not very fast, and walked back in the direction step by step, but he was thinking in his mind: "Although the old woman has spiritual power fluctuations in her body, her realm has no indication. If she is not a mortal, she is a Taoist."
A practitioner above the realm. This person won't let me enter the city. I don't know if he has good intentions or bad intentions. If I leave first and come back tomorrow to ask about the location of Donghai Pavilion."
Practitioners and mortals live together on the shores of the East China Sea. Huangyue City is so big that there must be practitioners among them. Su Zhao originally wanted to find someone to ask for some news about the East China Sea Pavilion, but when he encountered the old woman, Su Zhao didn't know what it was.
Things, choose to step back.
Su Zhao slowly walked out of Huangyue City, meditated on a big tree outside the city, and observed the situation in Huangyue City.
The night wind was very cold, howling and falling from the sky. A strong wind stirred up sand and dust, raising a cloud of gray smoke, which turned into a tornado and blew in through the wide open city gate.
Su Zhao's eyes widened, feeling incredible. Su Zhao didn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, but the tornado smoke seemed to be alive, flying into Huangyue City.
Su Zhao held the little white fox in his arms, stroked its soft hair, and asked softly: "Can you feel anything suspicious inside the tornado?"
The little white fox shook his head. It didn't have any sense. The wind was just the wind, and there was no demonic force controlling it. It was like a coincidence, but it was too much of a coincidence. It could blow into the gate of Huangyue City without touching anything on either side.
City wall, could this tornado smoke become a spirit?
"Do you want to go and have a look?" Su Zhao said softly. Su Zhao was very curious about this strange tornado smoke. Su Zhao couldn't feel the spiritual energy fluctuations on the tornado smoke, but the tornado smoke could avoid all obstacles and enter Huangyue City.
, it seems that the tornado smoke is not ordinary wind.
Su Zhao also doesn’t believe that tornado smoke is a naturally occurring tornado.
"There is definitely something playing tricks on me, but with my cultivation in the sixth realm of Daoji and the blessing of divine power in my body, I can't feel the power in the tornado smoke. The other party may not be an existence that I can resist. Could it be that
Is he really a practitioner above the Taoist realm, a practitioner at the Condensing Pill realm or a Golden Core realm?"
Su Zhao's eyes flickered, he gave up his curiosity and did not follow to see what was going on.
After this hour, Su Zhao is practicing.
"ah!"
Suddenly, a shrill scream sounded in Huangyue City. Su Zhao heard it and immediately opened his eyes. His spiritual power penetrated into the pine nuts and mustard seeds, took out the kitchen knife, and held the jade pendant of the God-Calling Curse in his hand.
"It's a pity that the Little Green Sword turned into powder after the last killing. Otherwise, with the Little Green Sword in hand, I can explore the southeast, northwest and northwest at will." Su Zhao felt a little pity, but he was very convinced of the effect of the Little Green Sword.
Su Zhao sat on the tree trunk and did not go down. He entered Huangyue City to see what happened. Su Zhao was just guarding against the tornado smoke in the city that might turn into monsters and kill them.
Until dawn, the tornado smoke did not come out.
The early morning light shines on the earth, the red sun rises in the east, and the cold wind is silent.
Su Zhao practiced all night, fell down from the tree, and entered Huangyue City again. The shops on both sides of the street were open for business. These people lived in the city. The screams last night were so loud that Su Zhao could hear them outside the city.
Su Zhao didn't believe that the people in the city didn't hear it.
But the people in the city seemed to have no feeling at all. They opened their doors and went about business as usual, talking to people who came to buy things with smiles on their faces, and chatting about recent events.
It's strange, everything is inexplicable.
Su Zhao understands that people like to listen to some rumors. No one said anything about the scream last night.
Su Zhao walked into the nearest inn. The innkeeper was leaning on the table, counting peanuts to pass the time. Suddenly he saw Su Zhao coming in. He immediately smiled and walked towards Su Zhao: "This guest, you are the best."
Or stay in a hotel?”
Su Zhao looked around the inn. It was deserted inside, with no guests coming or staying. Maybe Su Zhao was the first person to stay at the inn.
"Stay here, I'm from the west. Do you have anything interesting to do here?" Su Zhao took out a piece of silver, about the size of five taels, and put it on the table. The innkeeper's eyes immediately straightened, and he picked up the silver.
I bit it with a smile and felt my teeth grind, so I put away the money.
The innkeeper flattered Su Zhao and said: "This guest, if you ask anyone else, you will definitely not get a good place to go, but if you ask me, you are asking the right person, hehe."
Seeing the greedy look of the innkeeper, Su Zhao said calmly: "If what you said satisfies me, all the money just now will be yours!"
"Really?" The innkeeper looked at Su Zhao in surprise.
When guests stay in a hotel, they always pay an ingot of silver as a deposit, but it may not all be spent. There may be some left, just like the silver taels and five taels Su Zhao took out, which will last for three months.
Can't be used.
If the innkeeper could get all five taels of silver, it would be a huge income.
Su Zhao looked calm and did not speak. The innkeeper immediately understood and pointed to the southeast location and said: "The biggest fireworks place in Huangyue City is the Hongyue Tower. The young ladies there compete with each other in beauty, and there are also practitioners who sell themselves off.
People think you have extraordinary bearing, and you are also a spiritual practitioner, right? If you want to be free and happy, going to Hongyue Tower is the best choice!"
Su Zhao was a little interested. There was actually a brothel that dared to force practitioners to become prostitutes. It seemed that Huang Yuecheng still had some powerful people.
Practitioners, even practitioners in the realm of Qi training, will not fall down and become a brothel prostitute. Especially in the mortal world, it is absolutely impossible to be a brothel prostitute. But on the coast of the East China Sea, in Huangyue City
, but some practitioners entered the land of fireworks.
Su Zhao felt that Huang Yuecheng was not as simple as he saw.
Su Zhao smiled and asked again: "Besides there, is there any other good place to go? Just say, as long as I am satisfied, I will give you the money. I will even give you two spiritual pills. However, you are a mortal,
How do I know I am a practitioner?"
The innkeeper said with a flattering smile: "Immortal master, you don't know something. Practitioners and immortal masters often come here. The aloof practitioners like you have different temperaments from those ordinary people. You see that you are suave and talented, and your temperament is far beyond us."
Mortals, look at the mortals passing by outside. They all have expressionless faces, as if their parents are dead. How can they compare with you."
Seeing that Su Zhao's expression did not change, the innkeeper continued: "Besides, when you come, you will be the first to come to the villain's inn. Only an immortal master like you can see the extraordinary quality of this small shop.