The passers-by are vicious

After watching Jiang Wanwan drink the medicine, Xuandu couldn't help but cover his mouth with a handkerchief and cough lightly a few times before picking up the tray and handing it to Bixia.

Jiang Wanwan saw that his lips were pale, his handsome face looked weak, his eyes were slightly flickering, and he said nothing until his death.

She just rested her head on his chest, and the two of them hugged each other quietly, seemingly speechless and yet as if there was no need to say anything, as they knew everything clearly in their hearts.

No one spoke up to break this false happiness.

A few days later, as Jiang Wanwan's 18th birthday was getting closer, evil spirits once again appeared in Jiayang Town, and everyone thought that the monster from the past had returned.

But this time it was different. No one noticed when someone disappeared at the beginning.

It was not until the waiter went to ask the customer for money that he discovered the figure lying on the bed, sucked dry.

For a time, people were in panic, and the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an was also troubled by this matter.

I thought the people of Shushan had already taken away the monster, but I didn't expect a new monster to come, which was more brutal than the previous one and could kill people directly.

After being reminded by others, he remembered that his son-in-law was once a Taoist priest in Mount Shu, and thought about asking Xuan Du to eliminate the monster. However, after seeing his sickly appearance, the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an became hesitant.

After all, there are some things that he knows very well. The once handsome and cool Shushan senior brother has become like this now because of his daughter.

So during the meal, County Magistrate Jiang Xing'an wanted to ask him to exorcise the monster but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

Xuan Du seemed to see his embarrassment. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times before asking with pale lips: "Father, is there anything bothering you?"

County Magistrate Jiang Xing'an quickly waved his hand to comfort him, "It's nothing, don't worry, my dear son-in-law, I'm just a little tired from all the work recently."

Seeing that the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an didn't say anything, Xuandu didn't ask any more questions.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes were full of tenderness as she added a piece of pigeon meat from the plate and placed it in Xuandu's bowl. Her gentle face showed distress: "My husband has lost a lot of weight recently. He should eat more."

Xuandu nodded gently with cold eyes: "Thank you, my lady."

Although Xuan Du had given up practicing Taoism and his fate as an immortal had disappeared, he was still a man of destiny and had read the books in Mount Shu.

The heart blood of a destined person can cover up the secrets of heaven. For this reason, he fed Jiang Wanwan medicine mixed with his own heart blood every month for three years to help her temporarily avoid the disaster.

That's why his originally healthy body became so weak. If it weren't for the internal Qi keeping him going, he would have died long ago.

However, as the age of the fatal catastrophe is getting closer, the effect of the method of concealing the secrets of heaven with the blood in the heart has begun to fade. The medicinal diet that used to be once every September has now been reduced to once a month, or once every few days. Xuan is afraid that he will not be able to hold on if it continues like this.

The last method must be used as soon as possible to completely help Jiang Wanwan change her fate.

The night was dark with dark clouds covering the moon. Due to the recent monsters harming people, there were no people to be seen on the streets of Jiayang Town.

The night was as dark as ink, with dark clouds covering the moon. As monsters often appeared to harm people recently, the streets of Jiayang Town were deserted and particularly deserted.

There was also silence in Yongyuan Inn, and the door was closed.

In a guest room on the second floor, a sturdy man with a spotted face was sitting at the table, concentrating on counting the gold in the box in front of him.

The gold coins emitted a dazzling light, clearly illuminating the greed and brilliance flashing in the man's eyes.

The spotted-faced man kept muttering, "I made a lot of money this time! I didn't expect those women to be so valuable. Those bearded men are really generous! Next time I must get more of these..."

He talked to himself and smiled proudly, seeming to be very satisfied with his harvest.

However, he did not notice that the flame of the candle on the table began to flicker, as if some force was affecting its burning.

At the same time, a blurry shadow was reflected on the window, swaying vaguely.

After the spotted-faced man counted the gold coins and closed the box, he was surprised to notice that the candle on the table was emitting a strange black light.

His body stiffened instantly, and he turned his head nervously and shouted towards the corner: "Who's there?"

However, there was nothing unusual in the corner except his own cloth bag.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but just as he picked up the box full of gold coins and prepared to return to the couch to rest, suddenly everything went dark in front of his eyes, and he realized belatedly that he had been put into a cloth bag.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free, stomping on the bag with his feet, trying to tear open a hole, but it was all in vain.

At this moment, a figure in a black robe was staring indifferently at the squirming cloth bag on the ground.

She stretched out her white palm, and a black mist swirled around the cloth bag.

As time passed, the mist gradually condensed into a white round bead, and was then sucked into the body by the black-robed figure.

The person in the bag stopped struggling, the candle suddenly went out, and the black-robed figure disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

The entire guest room fell into darkness and silence again, as if nothing had happened.

The next day, when the waiter went upstairs to deliver breakfast, he knocked on the door but no one came in. He shouted, "Sir, I'm coming in." He pushed open the door and put the tray with breakfast on the table, but no one was there.

The waiter scratched his head in confusion and muttered to himself, "Strange, where did this guest go?"

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he caught a glimpse of the bulging cloth bag in the corner. It looked a little strange, as if something was sticking out of it.

Out of curiosity, the waiter couldn't help but take two steps forward and walked to the cloth bag.

He reached out and slowly lifted a corner of the bag. The next second, he let out a terrified scream and fell to the ground.

It turned out that hidden in the cloth bag was a skinny mummy with a haggard face and difficult to tell gender.

The mummy's hair was tangled around its neck, and its empty eyes were staring straight at the waiter, which was creepy.

County Magistrate Jiang Xing'an naturally received the news and felt a headache as he looked at the fifth corpse being carried into the yamen.

"None of them are locals from Jiayang Town. They seem to be traders from other places." Master An told the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an the identities of the deceased while flipping through the files.

Upon hearing that it was a foreigner, County Magistrate Jiang Xing'an breathed a sigh of relief, but then he started to worry again when he thought about the impact on foreign vendors.

When he returned to the county magistrate's residence for dinner, his brows were furrowed, he looked absent-minded, and he shook his head and sighed from time to time.

"Father, since we are having a meal, please stop thinking about those troubles." Jiang Wanwan said as she served a bowl of sour bamboo shoots and chicken skin soup to the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an.

Then he served a bowl of pigeon soup and placed it in front of Xuandu.

Xuan Du looked at Jiang Wanwan, who looked gentle and had rosy cheeks, and paused with the spoon in his hand.

I just feel that he seems to be in particularly good spirits recently, but hasn’t the effect of the medicinal diet begun to wear off?

Although he was suspicious, he drank the pigeon soup with a normal expression.

It was not until I left the county magistrate's mansion to buy medicinal herbs that I heard people around me talking about some monster.

I couldn't help but go forward with the medicine to ask, only to find out that people had been killed by monsters recently.

They were all vendors passing by who inexplicably turned into mummies, apparently having all their vital energy sucked out of them.

However, Xuan Du had never heard anyone discuss it in the county magistrate's mansion, and the county magistrate Jiang Xing'an had never told him about it.

His cold and handsome face couldn't help but darken. When he was carrying the medicine back, he happened to run into Jiang Wanwan who was standing in the yard, bending over and smelling the flowers.

As if she noticed Xuan Du's gaze, she stood there and turned back with a gentle smile.

"Husband, you are back."

Xuandu immediately handed the medicine bag to Bixia and walked forward to appreciate the flowers with Jiang Wanwan.

He picked an orchid and pinned it to Jiang Wanwan's ear. He stroked his wife's cheek with his fingers and murmured softly with tenderness in his eyes: "I really want to stay with you like this forever."

Night is about to fall, and it is still an inn, but this time it is located at the southernmost end.

A thin, monkey-like man was slowly crawling out from the ground, his body covered in blood.

He staggered to the table in the lobby, grabbed a jar of wine without hesitation, tilted his head back and gulped it down.

Several tall and sturdy men in cloth clothes were lying in a mess on the table. They were already drunk and were snoring loudly.

Looking at these guys sleeping like mud, the skinny man grinned and grumbled in dissatisfaction: "You guys are so good, sleeping so soundly, and I have to do all the dirty and tiring work. And I just killed a few of them, so I will lose a lot of money!"

At this moment, the candles lit on the walls of the lobby suddenly flickered a few times and then went out.

This sudden change scared the skinny man, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

Thinking of the recent rumors of monsters appearing in Jiayang Town, he hurriedly slapped the drunken men on the table and shouted anxiously: "You damn ghosts, wake up! Something is wrong!"