The passers-by are vicious

Before the sturdy men woke up, the black mist bound them tightly in the air like a rope. The black mist seemed to have life, shrinking continuously, making the faces of the two sturdy men and the skinny man become extremely hideous and distorted.

The figure in the black robe quietly emerged again. She stretched out a pair of white hands, ready to suck all the energy out of those people.

However, at this moment, a dazzling white sword energy suddenly came flying and accurately cut off the black fog that was strangling the necks of several people.

The few people who lost their support suddenly fell heavily to the ground.

The two sturdy men who were still drunk also woke up at this time. They and the skinny man fled to the door in panic.

At the gate, Xuan Du, holding the Ice Sword, coughed slightly a few times. His face was as pale as paper and his steps seemed a little unsteady.

Despite this, he still forced himself to walk into the inn.

Xuan Du's white robe was still cool and elegant, but his lips were pale at the moment, and his originally handsome face revealed a trace of weakness that was difficult to conceal, giving people the feeling that he was seriously ill.

When he saw Xuan Du, the black-robed figure who originally wanted to chase the fleeing strong man and skinny monkey seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Xuan Du also did not take any action. He held the hilt of the sword tightly and stood steadily at the door, blocking the way of the black-robed figure to prevent her from hurting those people again.

A powerful black force suddenly swung out and hit the ground heavily. With a loud bang, the black-robed figure disappeared without a trace in an instant.

When Xuan Du slowly lowered the sleeves that were covering his eyes, he was surprised to find that a huge cave had been blown out underground, revealing a basement hidden underneath.

Several women were tied up tightly and lying helplessly in the basement, with two blood-stained female corpses lying next to them.

Xuan Du was stunned with a look of astonishment. After coughing a few times with a hoarse throat, he took a deep breath and jumped down to the basement.

He quickly swung the sword in his hand, cut the ropes tied to the women, and rescued them one by one.

At the same time, the black-robed figure who should have left caught up with the three fleeing people.

A strange black fog swept in like a surging wave, swallowing the three people mercilessly, and finally spitting out three shriveled corpses.

The black-robed figure didn't care about the corpses at all. He threw them casually on the street and then disappeared without a trace like a ghost.

When Xuandu settled the rescued women and rushed to the scene, he stared at the three corpses quietly for a moment, then took out a fire talisman from his waist.

He activated the talisman and threw it on the three corpses without hesitation.

A raging fire immediately broke out, enveloping the three bodies until they were burned to ashes, leaving no trace.

After doing all this, Xuan Du covered his mouth, coughed a few times, then turned around and left silently.

When he returned to the county magistrate's mansion, it seemed that no one had noticed that Xuandu was out.

When he returned to the room, he looked at the graceful figure lying on the bed with her back to him and stared at her quietly for a while.

Then he walked carefully to the bed, sat down gently, and then slowly lay down, lying side by side with Jiang Wanwan.

He endured the dryness and itchiness in his throat and began to circulate the internal energy in his body, trying to repair the damage to his body.

At this moment, Jiang Wanwan, who had her back to him, quietly opened her eyes while he was concentrating on practicing his skills.

There was a gleam in her eyes, as if she was thinking about something. She didn't move, and after a long while, Jiang Wanwan closed her eyes again and continued to sleep.

Xuan Du seemed to have known it. It seemed that we couldn’t wait any longer and had to start quickly…