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　　 The strange scene was beyond Qi Yun's expectation.

　　 He thought for a while, first carried the old man's body to the first floor and stuffed it behind the counter to prevent it from being discovered. Then he turned and looked at the dark corridor on the first floor, showing his thoughts.

　　Is there anyone in these closed rooms?

　　 He took a step and walked towards the corridor.

The rooms on both sides of 　　 are all tightly closed, and the incense burners outside the door are quietly burning with a dark red fragrance, and the corridors are filled with indescribable smells, as if they have come to an ancient temple in the deep mountains.

　　 Qi Yun quietly pushed open a room and looked inside.

　　 There was a faint sound from the door, almost invisible.

　　 It was dark inside, and there was no light.

　　 But when he wanted to push the door open more, suddenly a strong force came from inside, pulling the door completely open, revealing the figure of a man with protruding eyes inside.

　　 This man was extremely tall, about 1.9 meters, with two protruding eyes, like bullseye, densely covered with bloodshot eyes. The moment he appeared, Qi Yun jumped.

　　 After seeing Qi Yun, the bull-eyed man showed excitement.

　　 "Can you start?"

　　 The bull-eye man asked in a low voice urgently.

　　 Qi Yun's face suddenly became a little weird.

　　 Why doesn't this sound sound so good?

　　 How can I feel like living in a small hotel in my previous life.

　　 Living alone in a certain room, and then a young lady knocks on the door. The people inside are eagerly and cautiously asking if it can start?

　　 Qi Yun's mouth twitched.

　　 The style of painting is seriously wrong.

　　 "Let’s get started."

　　 The bull-eye man couldn't help but said again.

　　 Qi Yun's heart surged, and he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

　　If the wrong connection is made, will the other party do it?

　　Also, are people really living in this room?

　　 In other words, the old man who had just been brought down by him is 80% really a master of Yin.

　　 Qi Yun thought quickly in his mind.

　　 But in order not to be exposed, he pretended to be deep, his eyes were indifferent, he didn't speak, turned around, and walked towards the lobby.

　　 The bull-eyed man looked dazed and watched Qi Yun leave.

　　 He just wanted to yell, but he glanced at the censer in front of the door, his face changed, his life stopped, his palm stretched out, he could only sigh helplessly, and retreated back to the room again.

　　 After arriving in the corridor, Qi Yun turned around suspiciously.

　　 didn't follow?

　　 His heart surged and his eyes fell on the black incense burner on the ground.

　　 Is it because of this?

　　 This inn is getting weird.

　　 Qi Yun took a deep breath, walked behind the counter, took the old man's body directly out, and then rushed outside.

　　 ran out for six or seven miles in one breath before he stopped and put down the old man's body.

　　 then squeezed out the little water emperor and put the little water yellow on the opponent's nose to let the little water emperor wake up the opponent.

　　 Xiao Shui Huang directly bit down hard.

　　 A sharp pain caused the old man to wake up from his drowsiness.

　　 He looked dazed, looked around, then looked at Qi Yun, and said in surprise, "Who are you?"

　　 Suddenly, he noticed the little water emperor on the tip of his nose with a glance, his face instantly turned pale, showing horror.

　　 "Water Emperor!"

　　 The little water emperor stretched his body long, like an earthworm dancing on its nose.

　　 I have absorbed too many people before, and the color of the little guy's body is still dark red, and it looks a little weird.

　　 The one-eyed old man was scared in cold sweat, his face was white, and he looked at Qi Yun.

　　 Who the **** is this?

　　 Why doesn't the other party follow any rules?

　　 This is the first time someone dared to deal with Yin Master.

　　 took the Yin Master away, who took him to the place of the shrine?

　　How can he absorb the power of God?

　　 Is there such a bold one?

　　 "Tell me, what's your name?"

　　 Qi Yun looked at the one-eyed old man and asked.

　　 "You...who are you? What are you doing to me?"

　　 The one-eyed old man was horrified.

　　 Qi Yun frowned, stroked the iron rod lightly, and said faintly: "Now what I ask you, you will answer whatever, don't say more, or I will knock you to death."

　　 "You..."

　　 The one-eyed old man's face was distorted.

　　 What kind of lunatic did he meet?

　　 does not follow the routine at all.

He looked at the little water emperor at the tip of his nose again, and then he laughed, with a strange arc on his face, the more he laughed, the more presumptuous, the more he laughed, the more fascinating, and finally his body began to twist and swell. .

　　 Qi Yun frowned, feeling wrong, and stepped back subconsciously.

　　 "Iron egg, destroy him."

　　 Boom!

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the body of the one-eyed old man exploded directly, turning into a group of terrifying energy aura, sweeping around.

　　 Even if Qi Yun retreated wildly for the first time, he was still thrown upside down by a terrible energy fluctuation, hitting a distance, and hitting a boulder with a bang.

　　 But he has nothing to do.

　　 At the critical moment, the defensive jade pendant on his neck blocked a blow for him.

A crack appeared on the jade pendant in an instant.

　　 He stood up and looked at the place where the old man was.

　　 There was destruction, and a bottomless pit was blown out of the ground, filled with a terrible atmosphere.

　　 "Iron Egg!"

　　 Qi Yun's face changed instantly, and he rushed over quickly.

　　嗖!

　　 A black light flashed, and it fell on his shoulder.

　　 Xiao Tie Dan was so black that he was blown up, and he shook his body. It seemed that there were small stars on his head, and he made chirps and chirps, as if he was yelling at the one-eyed old man.

　　 Qi Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the little thing in amazement.

　　 It's just that the body was blown black, it seems that there is no other damage.

　　 He pinched the little thing in his hand, looked back and forth to make sure it was not injured, and glued it to the iron rod.

　　 This little thing is worthy of being cursed by the ancient gods, and its vitality is extremely strong.

　　 He was really worried that the little thing would be killed on the spot.

　　 But soon he frowned, walked to the pit, and looked down.

After 　　 blew himself up, he died completely.

　　 The one-eyed old man didn't even leave a drop of blood.

　　 The temper is too strong.

　　 It’s fine if you don’t cooperate, and you blew yourself up!

　　 So.

　　 What should he do next?

　　 Continue back to the inn?

　　 Is this old man really a yin master?

　　 After thinking for a while, Qi Yun turned around and walked towards the two inns~www.NovelMTL.com~ Now there seems to be no shopkeeper at the two inns.

　　 Does that mean he can be the shopkeeper of two shops?

　　 Unfortunately, I ran out of Ecstasy.

　　 Otherwise, he will definitely post it.

　　...

　　 Inside the inn on the left.

　　 I don't know when a huge shadow appeared, dark, filled with a depressive atmosphere, and the entire lobby was shrouded in a kind of haze.

　　 Under the light yellow lamp, a burly figure in a black robe stood quietly here, with a cold face, thick black hair, and a head of at least 1.9 meters.

　　 The whole person reveals a steel-like killing breath, which makes it hard to breathe.

　　 In addition to the figure in the black robe, there are two other people. They are thin, only about one meter six, with white cheeks, **** flushes on the cheeks, and a faint smile on the corners of their mouths.

　　 Their dress is also different from others.

　　 is actually that kind of gown.

　　 There is a red blood embroidered on the left chest.

　　【Muse】.

　　 At this moment, the two of them walked downstairs, carrying a shriveled corpse without a head, and threw it on the ground.

　　 "My lord, our man was really killed. First, his head was smashed, and then he was drained of blood, even the soul was gone, and it dissipated completely."

　　 The white-faced man on the left said with a high-pitched voice.

　　 sounds like that kind of young cat cry.

　　The black-robed figure had a cold face, staring at the corpse on the ground, and said indifferently: "Trash!"

　　 Suddenly, as he felt it, he turned his head and looked at the inn opposite.

　　 Two more figures appeared in front of the inn opposite, standing in front of the door, knocking hard.

　　 "Anyone?"

　　 "Is the store there?"