Qiu Yun took Zhuang Zhou and others away without deliberately missing this place.

The dead city represents ominousness, and no one knows the future.

Qiu Yun already had a rough guess about the three existences in the Gujin Building.

Each time there are three innovations in the alien method, there must be earth-shaking changes, which may lead to the arrival of time-travelers.

If this is the case, I would be at least the fourth time traveler in this world.

One of the top three in history has already become history.

The whereabouts of the other two are not yet known.

Zhou Yu looked back every three steps and every five steps.

Just when he turned back for the seventh time, the square ancient city disappeared inexplicably.

Zhuang Sheng looked around, his spiritual thoughts were everywhere, nothing was out of the ordinary.

"How strange..."

"Let's go, don't worry about it. But you two, have you counted how many roses there are?"

Zhuang Sheng: "Nine plants..."

Zhou Yu: "Seven plants..."

The two of them each had their own opinions, but Qiu Yun started to feel a little worried.

The black roses in the core area of ​​the Lost City are extraordinary at first glance.

What do seven and nine plants mean?

As night fell, Qiu Yun finally discovered a small town.

A red lantern hangs at the street entrance, and a scarecrow stands with a white talisman on its forehead.

There were traces of rain washing on the ground, and Zhou Yu concluded that it had rained just before dark.

But Zhuang Sheng discovered that the white talisman on the scarecrow's forehead did not stick to water and showed no sign of being exposed to rain.

"Lower your guard, your eyes are like daggers, you are not a good person at first sight."

Qiu Yun was calm and calm. There was something wrong with this small town, but he seemed to know nothing about it.

Walking along the street intersection, Zhou Yu soon found an inn.

The first floor is the hotel and the second floor is the accommodation.

There were a few normally dressed drinkers drinking and chatting inside. They spoke in a rough and strong local accent.

"It looks down-to-earth, so I'll spend the night here tonight."

When Qiu Yun walked into the inn, a waiter immediately came up to greet him and asked whether he wanted to stay in the hotel or eat.

Qiu Yun asked for three rooms, found a table, and ordered some dishes.

"Please wait a moment, sir, you will be here soon."

The waiter went to the back hall, and Zhuang Zhou sat next to Qiu Yun. They each withdrew their gazes and listened to the conversation at the next table.

"I heard that Nanmanzi called..."

"Isn't that right? The evil barracks of Daqi have been defeated one after another, and they still expect that little master who doesn't even have hair. It's a joke..."

"I heard that Marshal Han, who was a master of military skills, was wounded by a master of the Southern Barbarians, fled all the way, and ended up living here with us."

"Really or not, will our town be affected?"

Zhou Yu glanced at Qiu Yun and sent a message: "The locals call the Da Li soldiers Nanmanzi. I guess the news about Han Shuai is mostly fake."

Zhuang Sheng said: "This place is at least three hundred miles away from the Blood River Valley. Even if Han Shuai is defeated, he will not be able to escape in this direction alone..."

Just as he was talking, a long bell suddenly sounded from the street outside. It was thick and long, which made Qiu Yun, Zhou Yu and Zhuang Sheng feel their minds shaking and were affected to a certain extent.

"This is no ordinary bell, it's coming out of nowhere."

Zhou Yu wanted to get up to inquire about the situation, but was stopped by Qiu Yun.

"This is the sound made by the sword bell, please be patient."

Outside the inn, the wind howled.

The figures on the long street were shaking, and many townspeople exclaimed. They saw a vermilion coffin flying from the end of the street toward the entrance, about three feet high from the ground.

On top of the red coffin, stood a boy holding a dagger. Although he was not tall, he was majestic, and he was driving the coffin with lightning speed.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the street corner, blocking the path of the coffin.

"Leave people behind."

The voice was dry and filled with anger, and Qiu Yun felt it sounded familiar.

Zhuang Sheng's spiritual thoughts were released, and there was something strange on his face: "It's the evil soldier guard Luo Jiutian."

When Zhou Yu heard this, his eyes moved to Qiu Yun's face.

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When the three of them were on the front line of the Blood River Valley, Mr. Luo took great care of Qiu Yun.

"Let's take a look first."

Qiu Yun was very calm, but many conjectures flashed through her mind.

Luo Jiutian appears here. Could it be that Han Shuai was really defeated and fled and ended up living in this place?

It's really like that, it's such a coincidence.

"Commander Luo, are you sincerely seeking death? My master has ordered me to escort Han Shuai back, and no one is allowed to stop him."

The boy holding the sword spoke arrogantly and did not take the evil soldier Wei Luo Jiutian to heart at all.

"Shuai Han is the commander-in-chief of the evil army camp. I will escort him personally. You can leave him behind."

Luo Jiutian was wearing a military uniform and holding a long knife. His body was stained with blood and his condition was very poor.

"Can you escort me? You better get out of here."

The boy swung the dagger in his hand, and a red sword light instantly stretched a hundred feet, split the night sky, and appeared on Luo Jiutian's head.

With an angry shout, Luo Jiutian waved his long sword, facing the sword energy, and struck down with all his strength...

With a snap, the terrifying energy of the sword collided violently with the sword, forming a shock wave that directly ejected Luo Jiutian and shredded the armor on his chest.

The sword boy's cultivation strength is far superior to that of Luo Jiutian, so there is no suspense about this result.

Many people stuck their heads out of the window to watch the excitement, but were shocked to pieces and fainted on the spot.

Zhou Yu prepared to stand up again, but Qiu Yun still stopped him.

"Don't panic, this town is scarier than it looks."

The sword energy shattered the lanterns on both sides of the street, making the light dim.

Under the night, there was a sudden rustling sound, which immediately attracted the sword boy's attention.

Looking carefully, there is another figure at the street corner. He is tall and thin, with a white talisman on his forehead. It turns out to be a scarecrow.

The sword boy gave a scornful sneer: "Pretend to be a ghost and show yourself to me."

With a wave of his right arm, the sword energy condensed and turned into a hundred-foot sword beam, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

The scarecrow looked very carelessly stabbed, and when faced with the sword slashing down on its head, it seemed to be stunned for a moment, but did not move away.

Let the sword strike hit the white talisman in front of his forehead.

There was a loud bang, and the sharp sword instantly broke and spread, but the white talisman in front of the scarecrow's forehead remained unscathed.

The sword boy screamed, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, and the red coffin, which was hanging in the air, suddenly fell to the ground with a muffled crash.

This sword unexpectedly did not hurt the scarecrow, but shocked the sword boy.

In the inn, Zhou Yu couldn't help but let out a strange cry: "It's really evil. Why didn't I see that there was something weird about that scarecrow before?"

Zhuang Sheng didn't say anything because he didn't notice anything unusual about the scarecrow. He ignored the white talisman.

Only Qiu Yun looked normal and seemed to have known about it for a long time.

The coffin fell to the ground and the sword boy was injured.

The rustling sound came from the scarecrow's feet. It dragged its slender feet and walked toward the coffin.

The red lanterns at the street entrance were shining slightly, with a strange light, creating a strange and cold atmosphere.

It was as if a dark hell had opened at this moment...

The boy holding a dagger knelt on one knee on the coffin lid, looking up at the scarecrow walking slowly, with anger and madness in his eyes.

"The White Mirror Talisman of Xiyue Immortal Sect is said to be able to withstand and reflect all attacks. Do you really think you can scare me away with just a single talisman?"
To be continued...