Fairy, help me practice

　The hunched figure screamed, but there were no companions around to lend him a hand.

　He slowly turned sideways and groped on the ground. In the dim red firelight, Bai Piao saw that there was nothing on the man's face.

　There are no facial features, just a piece of red flesh.

　In this ancient temple in Hanshan, under the dim moonlight, even she felt a tightness in the back of her neck.

　Just when Bai Piao was about to go up and help the man, the clay sculpture in the temple spoke.

　"Do you want your face back?"

　It was a charming female voice.

　Bai Piao held his breath.

　When the man named Goudan heard the strange woman's voice, his hunched body trembled and he froze there.

　"Speak up, do you think I can't see you if you don't speak?"

　Goudan suddenly felt a rough, wet and cold touch on his back, as if he had been rubbed by a undried mud wall.

　"Thirty-three……"

　His heart and courage were shattered, and he collapsed to the ground.

　"Didn't you have a donkey-sized load just now? Didn't you pee on me? Third Lady, I've been a widow in this ancient temple high in the mountains for a long time. Please pee on me again! But this time, it's not urine."

　The touch of the wet mud wall went up from his tailbone, circled around his neck, and went down along his chest. Goudan felt a chill all over his body.

　"Third Lady... spare my life... spare... spare my life..."

　"Mercy? How can you be spared by me?"

　The movable clay figurine suddenly grew a green face with fangs and eyes. Under the increasingly dim red light, it opened its bloody mouth and gnawed at Goudan's faceless head.

　"clang--"

　A sound of metal was heard in the dilapidated temple, and the sudden wind blew a few sparks to the ground on one side.

　Bai Zao's bamboo sheath was placed three feet above Goudan's head, blocking the bloody mouth of the clay sculpture.

　"Remember, there are gods three feet above us."

　She made an inappropriate joke, and Goudan was so frightened that he rolled his eyes and fainted.

　The clay sculpture's eyes glared, the corners of its eyes cracked, and it suddenly retreated after loosening the bamboo sheath. It looked clumsy but was actually extremely erratic.

　"Want to escape?"

　Bai Piao's bamboo sheath followed closely behind, and the sword energy condensed and arrived first, piercing the heart of the clay sculpture and nailing it to the wall.

　"Run away? How cunning!"

　Bai Zao pulled out the scabbard, and the clay sculpture had melted into a pool of muddy water, slowly flowing down.

　A thin piece of skin fell from the dilapidated roof and landed crookedly on the face of the unconscious Goudan, and his facial features grew crookedly again.

　It was ugly to begin with, and now it's even uglier...

　Bai Piao sighed helplessly and simply sat cross-legged by the fire, waiting for the evil spirit to return.

　I can run away from the monk, but I can't run away from the temple.

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　……

　On the mountainside, the afterglow is still pondering the chess game.

　Ling Hong had fallen asleep, and Chen Yao sat aside observing Yu Yun, wondering why he had never seen her make a single move since the first time he met her.

　"Are you just posing, or are you really thinking? Even if it's Go, thinking for so long is considered cheating, right?"

　He couldn't help but ask.

　"No regrets when you make a move."

　Yu Yun answered seriously.

　Chen Yao stopped bothering her and walked to the campfire to chat with Lu Dan and Lu Qing.

　When Lu Qing saw him coming, her face turned red and she ran away as if she had to pee urgently.

　"Son~"

　Lu Dan had already heard his daughter complain about what happened in the hotel courtyard. He finally felt more comfortable in front of his daughter, but he felt embarrassed when he saw Chen Yao.

　"What about freeloading?"

　Chen Yao was just making small talk.

　The maid at the side said, "Master-uncle has always been elusive and self-willed."

　Chen Yao nodded: "I don't even know your name yet!"

　The maid blushed: "My name is Xiao Hei..."

　“It’s a unique name.”

　The maid felt even more embarrassed and stood up and moved away.

　Only Lu Dan and Chen Yao were left by the campfire.

　Chen Yao sat closer to Lu Dan. Lu Dan's soft buttocks twisted, but in the end she didn't move.

　"Master~ Someone is watching~ Qing'er..."

　Lu Dan said this guiltily, but Chen Yao's arm was around her waist, and her whole body fell limply on Chen Yao's shoulder.

　"Ugh--"

　She let out a long breath, feeling somewhat resentful.

　"What's wrong? Regret?"

　Lu Dan shook his head: "How could that be? I just feel a little embarrassed."

　"Ah."

　Chen Yao kissed her forehead: "You'll get used to it slowly."

　When Lu Dan heard his indifferent look, her face felt a little hot. She wanted to spit at him but couldn't bear to do it. She could only hold his hand and cut his nails for him.

　The bonfire crackles and the night is quiet.

　After a while, the breathing sounds of Ling Hong and Xiao Hei in their sleep could be heard.

　"Why hasn't Qing'er come back yet?"

　Chen Yao asked.

　Lu Dan didn't take it seriously: "Her realm isn't as high as yours, but it's not low either. I think she went to a quiet place to practice by herself."

　"Ah."

　The two snuggled together and slowly closed their eyes.

　A slightly damp and cold wind blew, and the campfire fell over and licked the ground, scattering a few sparks.

　Lu Dan opened his eyes and found that it was his daughter squatting opposite him, staring blankly at the fire, the flames dyed her body red.

　Lu Dan thought that she would get used to it sooner or later, so he didn't care too much and continued to squint his eyes.

　Lu Qing's dull eyes rolled upwards one by one, like a puppet with its eyes stuck, and he stared at Chen Yao and Lu Dan's faces with great effort.

　There was no life in his eyes, and if you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to tell black from white.

　Chen Yao suddenly opened his eyes and met her strange and weird gaze.

　Two streams of black water flowed from Lu Qing's eyes.

　Chen Yao sat up and made a spell with his fingers.

　As the bonfire got bigger, Lu Qing's body crackled with the roasting sound.

　Lu Qing hurriedly stepped back and disappeared among the shadowy grass and trees.

　"Son~"

　Lu Dan was frightened by Chen Yao's sudden attack on her daughter and called him in a stammering voice.

　"That's not Lu Qing."

　Chen Yao stood up and came to the place where "Lu Qing" had squatted just now. He saw a trail of dried mud on the grass, emitting a fishy smell.

　Lu Dan came over and saw the mud stains. He immediately became anxious: "That Qing'er!"

　Chen Yao held her hand and said, "Don't worry, let's go look for her. With her level, she won't get into danger without any movement."

　Lu Dan thought about it and it made sense. He calmed down his anxious mood and followed Chen Yao into the bushes where "Lu Qing" disappeared.

　After walking a few steps in the dark, a bunch of branches brushed her face. She closed her eyes to avoid them, and when she opened her eyes again, Chen Yao was gone.

　"Son!"

　She looked back, but the light of the campfire was gone.

　It was a quiet night in the mountains, the trees were stirring, and she was surrounded by the unknown, as if she was the only one left.

　The darkness pressed down on her.

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Chapter 359 Lu Qing

　Chen Yao followed the sound and found a dark tiger's den in front of him.

　There is a strong fishy smell in the cave, it is tiger blood.

　The "hulu" and "hulu" sounds of slurping blood were particularly harsh among the bushes in the dark night.

　Chen Yao walked into the tiger's den. The ground was sticky and soaked with half-coagulated blood.

　In the middle of the tiger's den, sat the distraught Lu Qing.

　"Lü Qing?"

　Lu Qing pretended not to hear and didn't even lift his eyelids.

　Chen Yao went forward and wanted to pick her up, but just as he took a step, a tiger corpse with flesh and bones exposed fell on his head, accompanied by the smell of mud.

　Chen Yao could only step back and avoid it.

　A clay sculpture fell behind Lu Qing.

　Chen Yao stared at it quietly.

　The clay sculpture moved, stretched out its blood-soaked clay hand, and gently stroked the perfect curve of Lu Qing's jaw, as if caressing a treasured collection.

　"You know I can't kill you."

　The clay sculpture opened its blood-stained mouth, and what surprised Chen Yao was that its eyes were extremely lively, with clear black and white, like the eyes of a real person.

　He hurriedly observed Lu Qing and found that her eyes were intact, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

　"I don't understand what you're talking about. But judging by your behavior, I suspect you're either a mountain spirit or a demon. I advise you not to act rashly. You should be aware of our strength."

　The clay sculpture laughed: "You are indeed quite strong, but you are not the same as them."

　It suddenly stretched out its long clay neck, like a soft, floating snake, and its clay head moved close to Chen Yao's chest.

　"I smell the Lord's scent on you. We should be one!"

　Chen Yao frowned, knowing that it was talking about Yun Jiang.

　"No, we're not."

　The clay sculpture's eyes were sharp, and he glared at him fiercely: "Then there is nothing to say."

　Chen Yao's sword light lifted up, but its neck retracted like lightning. The sword light cut through the air, chopping off a large amount of earth from the top of the hole.

　Chen Yao didn't stop for a moment, rushed through the mud, and stabbed the clay sculpture with his sword, but found that both the clay sculpture and Lu Qing had disappeared.

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