Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 273 Puzzled

Before Huiyang's screams faded away, the yellow sand covered Wei Xi's eyes.

Fortunately, Wei Xi was well prepared and enveloped himself and Qin Feng with spiritual power.

As for Qin Feng, she was blood-thirsty and her wounds were still bleeding. She had been brewing a sword intent for a long time, but she was still biting the sect leader tightly.

"Hurry!" Wei Xi grabbed Qin Feng's wrist and dragged him into the humanoid puppet he had prepared long ago.

The lid closed, and the last bit of light disappeared into the narrow gap.

"Did you prepare this?" Qin Feng's voice was a little muffled in the small and enclosed space. She was dragged into the puppet, and the dark environment made her eyes blank.

A faint smell of blood lingered in her nose. Wei Xi nodded subconsciously. Then, realizing that the other party couldn't see her movements, she explained, "I've been thinking about the blowing sand. This was the retreat we prepared at Yinyang Slope."

This puppet was quite large, and Wei Xi had carefully considered various scenarios, imagining various scenarios involving flying sand. Ultimately, he concluded that the best defense against the pervasive sand was to enclose itself. Therefore, when crafting it, Wei Xi not only made the coffin-like puppet incredibly heavy, but also coated it with paint, leaving out even vents. The goal was to suffocate the puppet, rather than let others down.

If it weren't for the Qiankun bag with a large space in the prison compensation, Wei Xi would not be able to carry this thing with him.

The puppet's inner core had room for two people, so after swallowing the two girls, there was still some space left for them to breathe normally.

Flying sand and rocks hit the puppet, and the crackling sound made people's brains hurt.

Qin Feng asked curiously, "Who are these people? They act so cruelly and mercilessly, they don't seem to be from a legitimate sect."

This is also what Wei Xi wants to know. Although there is no conclusive evidence at the moment, she guesses that the source of this matter lies in the Western Regions.

But what puzzled Wei Xi the most was: why did these three people leave without looking back?
It was obvious that Tumi and Huiyang were injured, but the "master" they were talking about, the mysterious cultivator from Tangkou Town, was clearly alive and well, and could easily kill him and Qin Feng. Yet, he only took two subordinates with him, leaving behind a deadly move before leaving.

Oh, Wei Xi thought expressionlessly, the two subordinates he took away were not quite complete.

Unable to figure it out for a moment, Wei Xi could only say, "Let's talk about it outside. I've been in here for too long and my mind is not clear."

The so-called patriarch left behind a long storm. Hearing the whistling of gravel and the pounding force growing stronger each time, Wei Xi worried several times that the puppet's craftsmanship wasn't good enough and it wouldn't last until the end of this move.

Fortunately, the puppet was able to hold on until the storm was over.

When the wind stopped, Wei Xi stealthily opened a small gap and threw out Lingyin, who was sleeping soundly with her head buried in her wings, without hesitation.

Poor Lingyin, a tiny ball, fell to the ground, awakened from her sweet dream, and flapped her wings in panic.

Feeling that Lingyin was still alive, Wei Xi climbed out of the puppet with confidence and quickly observed the surrounding environment. There seemed to be no danger, so he opened the puppet.

Qin Feng felt a little dizzy. She pressed the edge of the puppet and the touch of the patent leather made her sober up a little.

What caught the eye was the mess on the ground. The granary had been destroyed one after another and was gray as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

"Where did the bones come from?" Qin Feng frowned, trying his best not to disturb the fragmented corpse.

Wei Xi was not so fearful. He wrapped his hands with a piece of cloth and gathered the scattered bones together.

"These pieces together should be from the same person," said Master Wei, an experienced burial mound builder. Her years of experience in the graveyard and her passion for bones have given her a good understanding of the bones. "I wonder if they're from the same person."

Qin Feng shuddered when he heard Wei Xi's hidden meaning. Then he remembered that the man had taken away a piece of cloth, so he asked, "We burned all the white cloth here. Where did they get the white cloth?"

"That thing seems to be called 'Soul Banner'," Wei Xi frowned, thinking of Huiyang's crazy talk, "but it looks no different from those white cloths before."

Qin Feng Yue fought Tu Mi for half the night, sustaining countless wounds, both large and small. The most serious was the wound on his side, the skin and flesh charred black, clearly a sign of fire poisoning, requiring urgent attention.

The task of inspecting the granary fell to Wei Xi. Deftly, she searched the chaotic ruins for any clues. She filled a bottle of leftover blown sand and collected the scattered bones in a cloth bag. She was exhausted tonight and only wanted to go back to the courtyard to sleep.

Wei Xi returned to the courtyard carrying Qin Feng, whose wounds had been treated.

"What happened?" Lian Gouqie quickly took Qin Feng over. "Why are you injured like this?"

Wei Xi explained the whole story in just a few words.

Lian Gouyu, the least courageous of the three, felt his legs weaken a little as he asked in a trembling voice, "These... these people are so powerful? Aren't you in danger?"

Qin Feng took a sip of warm water and rolled his eyes. "It's dangerous! How can it not be dangerous? If you can dig a hole for me today, I'll roast you on the fire tomorrow!"

Wei Xi frowned and said gently, "Things have come to this point. They won't tolerate us in order to keep the secret. There's no need to worry too much. They have concerns and can't do anything to us for the time being."

"Don't worry too much," Qin Feng put down his teacup and said seriously, "I fought with the skin-changing demon today and I know that she is not taking the right path. Her cultivation may seem powerful, but in fact she is just a facade."

"If we meet on a narrow road, you two can run. I can hold her back."

"What should I do if I meet that sect leader?"

Wei Xi's original intention was to make Qin Feng less heroic, but Qin Feng laughed and said, "Of course I'll just run! Do you think I'm going to fight this monster who's fiddling with sand?"

"Alas," Lian Goujie sighed, "You still have the heart to laugh. This matter is strange and extremely secretive. Just look at the Tangkou Town incident. If it weren't for chance, who would have known about it? Not to mention all the mess going on in Bingzhou!"

"We've been so secretive, I'm afraid we've become a thorn in the demon's side," Lian Goujie lowered his voice, "Only the dead can't leak secrets!"

Seeing him like this, Wei Xi knew that this kid had his brain made stupid by reading storybooks and listening to storytelling since he was a child, so he naturally ignored him and hugged the quilt to catch up on his sleep.

He slept until dawn, and Lian Gou Ye woke Wei Xi up with a yawn. "I don't know when I can return to the sect. I can't even get a good night's sleep outside!"

Wei Xi, who had just woken up, blinked back to reality and propped up his split head. "What time is it?"

"One quarter past seven," Lian Gouqie said, lying on the fur, pulling at the quilt. "No one's bringing food here, so I just have some freshly cooked broth in the pot."

Wei Xi sat on the edge of the bed, thinking seriously why bad things always happen at night?
If we do it during the day, won’t it disturb other people’s rest?

There was no point in thinking too much, so Wei Xi put on her slippers, washed up, woke up Qin Feng, and the two of them drank soup facing each other.

"This thing can even draw a hook," Qin Feng commented on the rotten head on the table. "How do you think he survives by stealing in Baoxiang City?"

Wei Xi glanced at Qin Feng and thought: Don’t you want to think about whose portrait he is?

But since Gouyu hadn't spoken, it was not appropriate for a friend to speculate. So Wei Xi changed the subject and said, "Take these four portraits and ask the refugees if they have any impression of them."

"Can Cen Jin let us ask?"

Wei Xi said righteously, "We're investigating the missing food case! Why wouldn't he allow it?"

Just as he finished speaking, a voice came from outside the house, "My three immortal masters, General Cen has something important to discuss with you!"

　I haven't been in a good state recently. After I finished writing yesterday, I felt it was nothing, so I made a lot of revisions. I'm sorry everyone.

　　The events of Tangkou Town and Bingzhou City have been merged into one main storyline.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)