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Chapter 583: The True Secret Art of Serial Reclusion

I thought what she said made sense, because these two bastards are very good at guarding the dungeon. Besides, when they heard the conversation between their brothers last night, Xiaoqi was in Shenxianju.

As soon as I entered the town, I suddenly felt an ominous premonition in my heart. Maybe the old mayor who was too stressed during the day gave me a little nervous, right?

At this time, the lights in the town were turned off, and the bluestone street was dark and quiet. What's even more strange is that there was no light in the houses on both sides. If the residents were asleep at this time, it was impossible for all the hotel rooms to turn off the lights, right? It seems that there is something strange, and the ominous premonition in my heart makes sense.

When I walked past the door of Mei Xiaoshuang Hotel, I saw that the door was closed and there was white paper on the lintel. I couldn't help but sigh. I felt that the old clan system in this town was so fucking evil. A good girl became a victim of this old system. After death, she could not be reconciled, so she could only feel hatred!

We walked all the way to the east end of the Zhentian House and arrived outside the Shenxianju. We were surprisingly safe and encountered no situation.

"Don't you think it's going too smoothly?" Qu Mo said to me in a low voice.

I stared at the two gates of Shenxianju, thinking that the front would be smooth, and there would be trouble behind. It seems that there would be another fierce battle tonight!

Shan Mingshan turned his head and exchanged a look, then quickly walked from one side of the house to the back. I asked Shen Bing and Qu Mo to follow behind and walked onto the trail with big strides. Although Mei Xiaoqing said that the main entrance was dangerous, I felt that there was a trap in the house, and both the front door and the back door were the same danger.

When we saw us walking to the door of the house, the black shadow in the house disappeared and turned into a mountain. We used the method of boiling black beans and hidden the family. We used cracking spells on the mountain at that time, but there were time limits for this spell, no more than three hours. Fortunately, the black bean was still there, and I took it out and added some saliva, chanted a spell, and touched it on my eyelids.

Damn, the mountain has disappeared and has become a septic tank!

I understand that this is no longer a simple method of boiling black bean hidden family. It may have used the "Serial Enlightenment True Art". This spell is even more profound and most people cannot crack it. Even if you know that there is a house in front, you will not be able to find the door after being hidden.

"Why is there a mountain in front?" Shen Bing turned around and looked around.

"It should be another method of boiling black beans invisibility?" Qu Mo said in a low voice.

I nodded. Although the serial hidden truth technique is more advanced, there is no way to crack it, but it is just a bit more energy-consuming.

"Then use saliva to wipe our eyelids." Shen Bing said reluctantly.

"Salute beans don't work anymore. Now I'll show you something even more magical." I said and took out a bunch of incense from my bag. It was sealed with a plastic bag and was not soaked in the pool water. Seven pieces were pulled out and the Big Dipper was chased on the ground according to the pattern of the Big Dipper.

He pinched the magic trick and recited: "The seven stars lead the way, the world is bright, and it is urgent and as the law is ordered!"

The seven-branch fragrance suddenly lit up and was ignited. In the dark night, it was like seven stars, guiding us.

"It's fun to be fun, but there's still a mountain ahead..." Shen Bing said blinkingly.

I smiled and said, "Look again."

"Wow, no, Xiang can still run away by herself?" Shen Bing shouted.

Qu Mo quickly reached out and covered it.
Chapter completed!
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