You are like a star, I am a businessman

Han Jiao, Cangwu and others got up and went to the city of Sichuan and Chongqing. Rong Zhen was afraid that there would be too many people, so he left only two Cangwu disciples behind. The other Cangwu disciples did not follow and took a step ahead.

Rong Zhen asked: "I don't know why Mr. Han went to Sichuan and Chongqing?"

Han Jiao smiled, and replied: "It's nothing, it's not that I was fascinated by the demeanor of the immortals, and I just happened to be idle and bored, and wanted to follow the immortals."

Rong Zhen said: "Mr. Han, don't make fun of us. The place we are going to is bound to be dangerous. Now in the Sichuan and Chongqing area, monsters are rampant. I'm afraid they didn't take good care of them. What should we do if we hurt you again?"

Han Jiao said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, one more person has more strength, besides, my cultivation level is not bad, I won't be injured so easily, and I can still help a group when encountering a fight."

Rong Zhen said: "Then thank you Mr. Han."

Although Han Jiao said so righteously on the surface, he was still thinking in his heart, if I don't follow you, how can I sneak into Cangwu, how can I find what my foster father is looking for, the white jade flute, I just want to make you feel How important I am to you, you cannot leave me, and you are willing to hand over the white jade flute to my hands.

An Yimo looked coldly at Han Jiao and Rong Zhen from the side, hummed softly, and walked to the front, Han Jiao scratched his head, feeling that An Yimo was a bit strange, so he quickly followed, and stood shoulder to shoulder with An Yimo.This An Yimo always treats him with contempt, as cold as ice.

Han Jiao secretly thought, in terms of force, I can't beat you Cangwu group, but in terms of strategy, I can't beat you group of inexperienced dolls.

After walking for a long time, a town finally appeared in front of it, with three large characters written on the gate, Sichuan and Chongqing City.

"We are finally here." Han Jiao was very happy. After walking such a long way, his feet were worn out.

"You must be tired after walking for so long, let's find a place to rest first." Han Jiao casually grabbed An Yimo's hand and walked forward.An Yimo was stunned, this was the first time in his life that someone held his hand, and he felt like an electric current flashed past his hand.Han Jiao felt his hands stagnate, and couldn't help being puzzled. He looked back at An Yimo, who was frozen in place.

Han Jiao asked, "What's wrong?"

An Yimo said: "...it's nothing." He didn't break away from Han Jiao's hand.

Seeing An Yimo's weird expression, Han Jiao thought, what's wrong with holding hands with men, he won't lose a piece of meat, he won't grow so big, he hasn't even held a human hand before, it's true that Cang Wu They are a group of old-fashioned, stubborn and old-fashioned. An Yimo is not old, so he can be regarded as a little old-fashioned.

Han Jiao became playful, wanting to tease An Yimo, so he deliberately held his hand a little tighter.

Qin Xuan: "Cough, cough, cough." Everyone else looked at him, but he pretended not to see anything, and turned his gaze elsewhere. He didn't expect to see the majestic Palace Master An Yi in his lifetime. Mo's expression of embarrassment is so strange, so strange.

A group of people walked to the gate of the city, and found it strange that there were no guards at the gate, and the gate was wide open, allowing people to enter and exit at will. When they entered the Sichuan-Chongqing City, a gust of cold wind was blowing in their faces, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

Sichuan-Chongqing City is located at the junction of mountains and rivers, with a superior location, outstanding people, and waterways extending in all directions. Han Jiao has long heard that Sichuan-Chongqing is a prosperous place with ten miles of long streets, a good place to go with heavy traffic and bright lights. See you today. How is it different from the rumors? What is the difference? It is simply a world of difference, completely different.

In the current Sichuan-Chongqing City, there is no bustle of people and endless streams, and there is no ten-mile long street with thousands of lights. Instead, it is a miserable, empty, and extremely deserted street. On both sides of the street, most people hang white banners in front of their doors. , There are still unburdened coffins at some doorways, listen carefully to the cries coming from the house.

Han Jiao'an and Yi Mo looked at each other, it was so strange!

Rong Zhen said: "Let's divide into three teams, let's look around. In the evening, gather at the gate of the city."

Together with An Yimo, Han Jiao, Rong Zhen and Qin Xuan, and the other two disciples of Cangwu, they searched for traces left by the Heart Eater

Han Jiao and An Yimo walked aimlessly on the long street, and found that the place with the largest number of people in the city was actually the Yizhuang. There were coffins everywhere in this Yizhuang. At a glance, there were nearly 20 people coming and going. Several people are still moving coffins inside one after another.

There are no empty coffins, and there are corpses inside, most of which have not found a good place to bury for a while, or the deceased died in a foreign country, and the family is going to transport them back to the mainland for burial, or they are too poor to be buried, so they have to temporarily deposit them in Yizhuang among.

Generally, coffins in yizhuang in other towns are made of ordinary wood, but this yizhuang in Sichuan and Chongqing is different. Not only are the materials of the coffins different, black peach coffins, but also the corpses inside have a common feature. Just no heart.

Could it be the mind eater! !

There is only one old man in the Yizhuang, with a hunched back, busy working beside the coffin, holding a nail in one hand and a hammer in the other, nailing the coffin lid on the coffin.

Han Jiao walked forward and asked, "Old man, do you know what happened in this city? Why did so many people die?"

The old man: "Son, you are a foreigner, oh, old man, I advise you to leave quickly. There is a big devil here, who only steals people's hearts! It won't be long before this place will become a dead city!"

Han Jiao pondered, it really is a heart eater...

Han Jiao continued to ask: "Then why are the coffins here made of peach wood? Logically speaking, shouldn't ordinary coffins be made of elm?"

The old man replied: "Young man, you don't know something. When this big devil first came out to harm people, we buried him well in an elm coffin, but in the middle of the night there would be a particularly strange whistle, and the corpse would smell it." The sound broke out of the coffin, as if it was under control, and continued to harm others, a Taoist came a few days ago, he said that peach wood can be pressed into a murderous corpse, so the peach wood coffin was used."

Han Jiao and An Mo looked at each other, and Han Jiao continued to ask, "Taoist? Where did the Taoist come from?"

The old man said: "This...those big figures, we ordinary people, how can we know."

An Yimo said: "Could you describe the Taoist's appearance, clothing, and clothing? Are there any obvious signs?"

The old man stopped what he was doing, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said suddenly: "Oh! Yes, yes, the Taoist is wearing a black and purple patterned robe. The most important thing is that there is a dark purple spot at the corner of the right eye on his face. The patterns don't seem to be painted on, but rather grow out."

Han Jiao heard this, but he didn't have the slightest impression of the Taoist. He turned his head to look at An Yimo, seeing An Yimo frowning, his eyes solemn, deep in thought, Han Jiao tugged An Yimo's sleeve.

"An Yimo, have you heard of such a Taoist? Why haven't I heard of it?"

An Yimo slowly pulled back his sleeves, tidied it up, and said: "It is rumored that in the hidden mountains of the Northern Territory, there is such a Taoist with a dark purple pattern on his face, who hid in the mountains ten years ago and never entered the world again , Ten years have passed, and no one has seen him."

Han Jiao said: "Hey, there is such a special Taoist. I always feel that he has something to do with the Heart Eater. Now that he has appeared again, with his face, it is not difficult for us to find him."

An Yimo hummed and nodded in response.

Han Jiao pulled An Mo up and walked out of Yizhuang. The deserted streets were deserted, and paper money was blown in the air by the wind. When Han Jiao hid, his face was almost covered in paper money.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really bad luck, An Yimo, it's almost dark, let's go to the gate of the city to find the head of Rong and they will meet."

"it is good."

At this time, there was a swishing sound from behind, and something was approaching them rapidly. Han Jiao sensed that something was wrong, gathered his spiritual power in his palm, and using his hand as a blade, he turned around and slashed behind him.

Before the ghost was gone, Han Jiao saw clearly that it was a ghost with an empty chest, no heart, covered in blood, and was extremely disgusting. Han Jiao looked at the ghost with disgust and shook his hands.

Han Jiao pretended to be vicious and shouted, "If you dare to sneak attack your Grandpa Han, I will make you even a ghost!"

An Yimo's face was darkened: "..." Is it so fierce.

Continuing to walk towards the city gate, Han Jiao saw Rong Zhen and his party who had been waiting at the gate for a long time, and extended his hand in greeting.Holding An Yimo by hand, he walked forward, and An Yimo let Han Jiao lead him.

Han Jiao shouted: "We are coming."

Rong Zhen asked, "Did you find anything?"

An Yimo said: "The Taoist Yinshan, who disappeared for ten years, appeared in Sichuan and Chongqing City. It may be related to the Heart Eater."

Han Jiao: "I still don't understand, who is this Yinshan Taoist?"

Qin Xuan: "Taoist from the hidden mountain? I heard that ten years ago, the Taoist priest Su Yan of the Yinshan Taoist temple in the Northern Territory was slaughtered. The surviving younger brother Bai Xianghan then committed suicide. Afterwards, Taoist Su Yan hid in the mountains and never cared about the world, hence the name Huan. Hidden Mountain Taoist."

Han Jiao: "The whole family was slaughtered!! Such an earth-shattering event happened ten years ago." Ten years ago, he was only eight years old.

Qin Xuan: "No one knows what caused the incident ten years ago. People who know the details are basically dead. This incident has also been brought to the deep mountains along with the Taoist Yinshan."

Rong Zhen: "Since the Taoist Yinshan entered the world again, the truth will come to light one day. It's already dark, let's find a place to stay for the night."

Others: "OK."

There are countless large and small restaurants in the city of Sichuan and Chongqing, but the doors are closed at this time. No matter how loud Ren Hanjiao and the others yell and knock, no one comes to open the door, and there is no light in the window.

"It's really strange. Could it be that there is no one in this city? No, then where shall we live tonight!"

The gloomy wind blew, and several people felt bitingly cold. Han Jiao rolled his eyes, turned around and hugged An Mo with his arms wide, rubbing his head against An Yimo's shoulder, which scared An Yimo one jump.

An Yimo: "!!!"

Others: "!!!???" It's no big deal to watch the excitement.

Han Jiao had a very thick skin, and said, "An Yimo, I know you are cold, so don't be shy, let me warm you up."

An Yimo became anxious: "You, how can you not talk about etiquette, justice and shame, let go!"

Han Jiao sneered, hugged him even tighter, put his face next to An Mo's ear, and said softly: "If you don't let me go, I won't let you go." It's a joke, if you don't hug now, when will you wait? The cold wind blows , but he was frozen to death, but he was extremely afraid of the cold.

An Moer blushed, this was the first time he was hugged by someone other than the master who hugged him when he was a child, and immediately said: "Master Han, you and I are both men, how can you do such a thing, let me go first .”

When Han Jiao heard this, he became anxious: "What's wrong with men hugging, what's wrong with men, who stipulates that men can't hug together."

Perhaps in An Yimo's pure and blank emotional cognition, only those who are in love can do this kind of intimacy.

An Yimo was out of breath by Han Jiaole, and struggled slightly: "Young master Han, let me go first, I can't breathe anymore."

"Alright then." Han Jiao reluctantly let go of his grievances, and walked beside An Yimo with his head down.

Qin Xuan jokingly said: "Mr. Han, my brother is very thin-skinned, don't make fun of him anymore."

"It's dark and windy outside, and the dew is heavy. Let's find a place to live." Han Jiao tugged at An Yimo's sleeve.

"Alright." An Yimo pulled out his sleeves without any trace, and walked to the front first.

☆、Strange Inn