The passers-by are vicious

In the next few days, no new mummies appeared in Jiayang County. The county magistrate Jiang Xing'an felt relieved. Jiayang Town, which was originally shrouded in an atmosphere of panic, seemed to have returned to its former tranquility.

However, what is little known is that deaths still occur in Jiayang Town every night.

The black fog swept through like a whirlwind, taking away several lives and leaving only mummies abandoned on the ground.

At this moment, there would always be a frail figure in white clothes flashing. He held a fire talisman in his hand and burned the corpses to ashes, leaving no trace.

In the courtyard of the county magistrate's mansion, Bixia lightly lit some incense and ordered someone to move the incense burner outside.

At this time, Jiang Wanwan, dressed in blue, was sitting in the courtyard playing the piano.

Her three thousand black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall, her eyes were slightly lowered, her brows were gentle, and her temperament was as elegant as dust.

As the song ends, the piano music floats gently in the air with the wind.

Xuan Du under the tree was waving the icy sword, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, his hair fluttering in the wind, drawing graceful arcs.

He was dressed in a white gown, as light and graceful as a crane. Accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, the ice sword in his hand was wielded like lightning, flashing with cold light.

The figure in white wielding a sword and the figure in green playing the piano in the courtyard complement each other, one hard and one soft, bringing out the best in each other.

The two smiled at each other from time to time, and their eyes revealed an indescribable tacit understanding and affection.

Jiang Wanwan's eyes moved, and she glanced tenderly at Xuandu, who was wearing fluttering white clothes. There was also a hint of tenderness in Xuandu's cold and deep eyes.

The icy sword he swung seemed to emit a cheerful and joyful cry, interweaving with the clear and melodious piano sounds, like heavenly music.

Such a good atmosphere made Bixia, who was standing next to the incense burner, smile knowingly.

Bixia was very happy that the young lady and her husband had such a good relationship. She even began to wonder when she would have a little master.

Darkness fell, with only the moonlight reflected on the lake. On the bridge, two middle-aged men were carrying a squirming cloth bag, as if something was struggling in it.

One of the people carrying the bag, a lame middle-aged man, was still muttering: "Don't struggle. You... that's where you can live a good life. Although he's a little old and can't move, he has a lot of wealth. When he dies, you'll be able to live your next life in the mansion without worries about food and clothing."

"If I didn't have a daughter, you wouldn't have been in such a good family."

Another tall and thin man was a little annoyed and couldn't help but yelled: "Why are you talking to her? Send her to exchange money."

The middle-aged lame man's wide lips moved in fear. "I'm afraid she'll complain. County Magistrate Jiang forbids the trafficking of women."

But the other tall and thin man didn't care and said nonchalantly: "No one will know about this anyway, so just say she came to seek refuge with our relatives and we found a good family for her."

He said it lightly, as if it was just a trivial matter. For him, as long as he could make money, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"Besides, do you think she will have a chance to leave the mansion after entering it?"

The lame middle-aged man was puzzled: "If the master dies, she can leave the house."

The tall and thin man answered without hesitation, with a hint of fearlessness in his tone: "I tell you, that's not the case. The master is already terminally ill and doesn't have much time left. The so-called wedding is actually just looking for someone to be buried with him."

Hearing this, the lame middle-aged man immediately hesitated and stopped, "What? Aren't we murdering others?"

However, the tall and thin man didn't take it seriously, and even sneered, retorting: "You kidnapped her so you're not killing her, otherwise why do you think the mansion gave us so much money, to buy her life."

"As long as she signs the contract, she will be a slave. Her life and death will be decided by the people in the mansion. It's too late for you to regret now. Why don't you leave now?"

The tall and thin man threatened and pushed the middle-aged lame man hard.

The lame man thought of the money that was about to come, gritted his teeth, and decided to continue following the tall and thin man.

When the person in the bag heard what the two people said, he seemed to be provoked and began to struggle frantically.

The bag kept twisting and deforming, but was stopped by the tall and thin man's nonchalant hit with a stick.

The two of them carried the bags and walked carefully across the bridge, and suddenly they felt that the atmosphere around them became extremely strange.

There seemed to be a layer of black fog all around, and there was a faint hint of strange aura.

An ominous premonition surged in the heart of the tall and thin man. He stared closely at the black fog around him and his expression became very solemn.

He had heard of legends about monsters haunting Jiayang Town. Could it be that these rumors were true?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. How could he be so greedy as to take on such a dangerous business?

At this moment, a strange dragon roar suddenly sounded, the sound was deafening and echoed throughout the space.

A ferocious dragon head with a bloody mouth suddenly jumped out of the black fog. It had a hideous face and black flames in its mouth. It rushed straight towards the two people, as if it wanted to swallow them in one bite.

Faced with this sudden change, the two were so frightened that they were at a loss as to what to do. They could only watch the dragon head getting closer and closer, with the shadow of death looming in their hearts.

Just when the tall and thin man thought he was going to die, suddenly, a flying sword flashing with cold light rushed out from the darkness like lightning, accompanied by several mysterious talismans.

The flying sword, mixed with the power of the talisman, instantly defeated and dispersed the giant dragon formed by the black fog.

"Oh my god! I was so scared, I almost lost my life!"

The tall and thin man looked at the black fog dissipating before his eyes, secretly rejoiced in his heart, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, the lame middle-aged man next to him was already frightened to death and collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

At this time, Duanmu Rong, Lu Tianyu and other Shushan disciples who were wearing Taoist robes came running quickly from afar. They quickly stood in front of the tall and thin man and the lame middle-aged man.

"Master Taoists, thank you so much! If you hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid we would have died here." The tall and thin man's eyes turned, and he immediately bowed to Duanmu Rong and others with a big smile on his face to express his gratitude. At the same time, he cleverly dodged behind Lu Tianyu who was controlling the flying sword.

The lame middle-aged man also climbed up from the ground with difficulty, and then quickly hid behind Lu Tianyu.

As for the bag that the two of them had been carrying together, it had already been thrown away under a tree nearby.

At this moment, they have no time to care about today's business. They are grateful enough just to be able to save their lives.

Subconsciously, they always believe that men are generally stronger than women.

What's more, Lu Tianyu is not only able to control the flying sword, but also obviously feels more secure than that woman who can only hold talismans.

Duanmu Rong originally thought that the black fog would disappear after being dispersed by the talisman and the flying sword, but she never expected that the surroundings would be shrouded in black fog again - this time it was no longer just a simple shadow.

Lu Tianyu never expected that after he led the Shushan disciples to successfully complete the training and was preparing to return to Shushan from Jiayang Town and visit his senior brother Xuandu on the way, he actually happened to encounter a monster coming out to harm people at night.

He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled: Why didn't Senior Brother Xuan Du eliminate the demon in time and allowed the demon to wreak havoc here?

However, before he had time to think it over, several ferocious dragon heads suddenly appeared before his eyes...

At the same time, a figure in a black robe slowly walked out of the darkness. She waved her hands lightly, and several ferocious dragon heads rushed out like lightning, rushing straight towards Duanmu Rong and others. The black-robed figure, like a black dragon, rushed towards the tall and thin man and the middle-aged lame man hiding behind Lu Tianyu with a fierce momentum.

Seeing this, Lu Tianyu quickly swung his sword to block the black dragon's head. He saw that the black-robed figure's target was obviously the two ordinary people behind him, so he shouted without hesitation: "Form a formation!"

After hearing the order, the Shushan disciples immediately swung their swords, pinched their fingers and swung upwards, and a huge blue Bagua formation instantly appeared on the ground. This Bagua formation was radiant, suppressing and dispersing the surrounding black dragon heads.

Not only that, the palm of the black-robed figure's outstretched hand was also burned by touching the formation, and black mist billowed from the wound. While the black-robed figure had not yet recovered, Duanmu Rong had already attacked from behind with a talisman in hand and knocked him into the formation.

The black-robed figure was trapped in the Bagua Formation, kneeling on the ground with black mist surging around him. He tried to break free from the formation, but Duanmu Rong quickly threw out several talismans to interrupt him.

Just when Duanmu Rong wanted to see who the person under the black robe was, the man in the black robe raised his head and showed the black dragon mask in front of her.

The red lips under the mask are even more curved.

Just when Duanmu Rong was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth, countless sharp sword energies suddenly surged around the black-robed figure. These sword energies were like a violent storm and instantly broke the surrounding formation.

"This... this is actually the swordsmanship of Shushan!" Upon seeing this, the Shushan disciples exclaimed in amazement.

However, before they could recover from their surprise, the black-robed figure suddenly waved his arm, and a powerful suction force suddenly burst out, directly sucking the tall and thin man and the lame middle-aged man behind Lu Tianyu into the black mist.