The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Xiaojiu felt like he had found a life-saving straw and immediately picked up the kerosene lamp next to him to light the way.

The small room smelled of damp and moldy weather, as if it had not seen sunlight for years. On the only bed lay a skinny person. If you didn't look carefully, you would think it was just a quilt.

"Brother...an immortal has come to see you, brother." Xiaojiu sat beside the bed, muttering softly.

Tang Yixien frowned slightly, and checked the man's breath, and there was still a faint breath.

People are alive, but they are just breaths.

Tang Yixin looked at Jin Xiaoxiao beside him. He was more adept at this aspect.

Jin Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes in understanding, his calm eyes seemed a little deeper in the darkness. He waved lightly, and the Lingxi fan hung in the air, then slowly opened half a point.

The three souls and seven spirits of ordinary people, half investigation and three parts talismans.

Several people looked at the Lingxi fan intently.

As long as the soul is still alive, it can be awakened in an instant.

Xiaojiu, who had never seen such a scene, was standing by with surprise and hope in his eyes.

Despite her young age, she was so worried that she couldn't sleep all night and had dark circles under her eyes.

Almost every night, she fell asleep with tears in her eyes.

Although poor children have to grow up early, this man is her brother who depends on her for everything.

In the room, only the Lingxi fan emitted a faint golden light, and the spells flowed up and down on the fan.

The room was so quiet that not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

Everyone looked at the Lingxi fan, then at the person on the bed. Such a haggard appearance seemed like the work of a demon.

Suddenly.

Xiaoliu, who looked like a skeleton on the bed, suddenly sat up, raised his arm and pointed straight in front of him.

It's like a zombie.

"Erya, I want Erya!" The voice was gloomy, hoarse and dull, and then he lay back down.

Xiaojiu was so scared that he sat down on the ground, and Guoguo quickly helped him up.

Tang Yixien's palms also tightened. This was so sudden.

He looked at Jin Xiaoxiao's calm expression and suddenly understood why Jin Xiaoxiao was always so calm.

How can I not remain calm when I have been facing so many zombies since I was a child?

Jin Xiaoxiao is a soul cultivator and the only heir of this generation of the Jin family.

Even though he was afraid of ghosts when he was a child and was afraid of their crying and bloody appearance, he could not show it.

Over time, that's how it has become.

"What is Erya?" Sheng Qingye asked.

"Erya..." Xiaojiu thought while pulling her little bun.

"Ah... Erya is a girl from the next village. My brother said he likes her and wants to have a baby with her. What about the quilt..."

Guoguo quickly covered Xiaojiu's mouth. Xiaojiu didn't understand anything and just repeated what her brother said.

"Xiaojiu's brother is already eighteen or nineteen years old, and it's time for him to get married." Guoguo explained quickly.

"Does this have something to do with giving birth to a baby and the bed?" Xuan Yuran asked without understanding, his eyes clear and sharp.

"It has nothing to do with that." Tang Yixien said immediately.

Jin Xiaoxiao was pondering the only clue.

"Where is Erya?" Jin Xiaoxiao retracted the spell of the Lingxi fan and turned to ask Xiaojiu.

"I haven't seen her for a long time, ever since my brother had an accident." Xiaojiu whispered as he watched his brother lying back on the bed motionless.

"Of the three souls and seven spirits, only one soul is left, and it is extremely weak. Most people in this town are probably like this." Jin Xiaoxiao said.

"Junior brother, use the soul-calming talisman to calm this soul first and save the person first." Jin Xiaoxiao said.

"Okay." Xuan Yuran placed a talisman directly on Xiaojiu's forehead.

Tang Yixin had seen zombie movies like this when he was a child. There were withered people with yellow talismans stuck on their foreheads. He felt terrified at the time.

Now I don’t think that this is the only hope for the living.

In this way, Xiaojiu can temporarily relax. Now he just needs to find out the root cause of these people's souls being possessed.

Several people left the hut and returned to the front room where they taught.

It was already late at night, and the wind outside the wooden house made the broken wooden windows creak. Everyone sat around the fire and warmed themselves.

The nights in early spring are chilly.

"Tomorrow we will go to each village in the town and put soul-calming talismans on all the unconscious villagers we can find." Tang Yixien said after sitting down.

"Yes." Everyone replied.

The cabin was warm because of the bonfire.

Xuan Yuran has to draw talismans all night tonight, and he might not have enough talismans.

Sheng Qingye's face, as sharp as ice, was also calm. He was wondering what kind of demon it was, but he had no idea for the time being.

Jin Xiaoxiao was calmly warming herself by the fire, but she was a little further away from the charcoal fire, and her hands were blackened by the sparks.

Yiran looked at the three disciples of Biling Peak from the side. As expected, they were all incredibly handsome, just as the rumors said.

These are all divine figures, just admire them.

But when she looked at Guoguo beside her, she couldn't help but dodge for a moment and her heart beat faster.

Lin Guoguo noticed Yiran's gaze, but her eyes just dropped.

Yiran sighed and turned around, just in time to see Tang Yixuan.

Her eyes couldn't help but open wide.

The young master of the Tang family is roasting potatoes!

In the eyes of these disciples, the young master is a person who is out of touch with the world and has many deeds in the outside world.

As cold and pure as a banished immortal.

Now they are baking potatoes.

At this time, Tang Yixin was using a branch to poke a potato and roasting it over the fire. His posture was still handsome and beautiful.

It turns out that the young master is not aloof from the mundane world, but a fan of fireworks potatoes.

One Ran, three views, one movement.

This makes the image of the young master Tang Yixin more down-to-earth.

No one would believe her if she went back and told him, right? The young master of the Tang family baked potatoes.

In fact, while Tang Yixin was roasting potatoes, he had asked Youyou to search the database for information about the demons that could match him.

But there are too many soul-stealing demons, and it is impossible to find out what kind of demon they are.

Although no demonic energy could be detected, Tang Yixin still suspected it was from the demon clan.

Xiaojiu was sitting next to Tang Yixien. Ten years ago, he was the one who taught Xiaojiu how to eat baked potatoes.

At that time, Xiaojiu was still a child who could only cry.

Xiaojiu brought a bag of potatoes as usual and roasted them with Tang Yixien.

"Master likes to eat baked potatoes. I know how to make them." Xuan Yuran placed the potato in his palm.

There was a loud bang, and the potatoes instantly turned as black as charcoal.

Everyone: "..."

Xuan Yuran's fire control ability has deteriorated since Tang Yixin left last time.

He always turns back into a little phoenix uncontrollably.

In order not to waste food, Xuan Yuran frowned, gave up, and obediently pricked a potato with a branch and roasted it slowly on the fire.

"Have they always been like this?" Yun Zichu asked, rarely paying attention to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan nodded repeatedly.

Sheng Qingye grabbed five or six branches in his hands and roasted them together. He couldn't lose even when roasting potatoes.