Wang Baole did not agree to Yinpu's proposal, but did not refuse. After all, he has not yet joined the Chord Sect, so it is not too late to measure the gains and losses after he has joined.

As the butler was sent away, the sky gradually darkened outside. Wang Baole sat cross-legged in the room, waiting silently, while thinking in his heart.

"The three major sects that only exist in the dark..." Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and looked up at the sky outside the window. At this moment, dusk was about to pass, and the night seemed to be unwilling to be late. He was walking quickly, and quiet became the main theme of Wang Baole's room.

In this way, as time passed, as the room became quieter, as the pedestrians in the city outside the window were getting fewer and fewer in a hurry, when the light was completely swallowed by the black that covered the sky and the sun... the night fell.

Just like yesterday, inside and outside the house, it is quiet everywhere.

In this quiet, Wang Baole raised his head, opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, got up and walked to the door.

I didn't push the window open because I didn't need it.

The dark night in Tingyu City may be a huge danger for many people, but for Wang Baole, who walked all the way from the wilderness and hunted the strange existence in the space of Tingyu Law, it is not much different from entering his own back garden.

Of course, the premise is that he does not encounter that kind of extremely high-level existence. Fortunately... such existences are not many and rarely appear in the world that can only be perceived by listening to the law of desire.

Therefore, Wang Baole, who pushed open the door, heard bursts of laughter in his ears when the door opened, but his expression did not change at all. He just raised his right hand casually and grabbed it to the right.

The laughter suddenly came to an abrupt end.

"I don't like this kind of laughter. Can you not laugh in the future?" Wang Baole looked at the empty right side and looked at his hand. There was obviously nothing in his hand, but the vibration transmitted to his right hand seemed to be an existence, and he was nodding wildly.

Wang Baole let go of his hand with satisfaction. He felt that he was not a bloodthirsty person, and he was not let go because the other party was too small and not enough to be stuck between his teeth.

"I am a reasoning person." Wang Baole told himself in his heart, then walked forward, and in this quiet restaurant, he walked out of the gate.

On the way, he could feel that there were monks in every room, but without exception, no one dared to open the door, just as if this restaurant had become a taboo. Wang Baole walked in this taboo until he left the gate and stood on the street. He looked at the empty space around him and felt the silence from the night, and the sound of sob wind came from his ears.

The wind was cold and a bit harsh, as if there were countless cold hands, stroking Wang Baole's whole body. This should have been a beautiful scene, but at this moment, it seemed strange and gloomy in the dark and quiet background.

Wang Baole didn't care, and even strengthened his agitation in his body, as if he wanted to burst out to devour everything.

After a moment of stability, Wang Baole took a step and walked in the city in the dark. Many strange sounds gradually came from his ears, as if more and more eyes gathered on him in the darkness and came from all directions.

As they approached, Wang Baole narrowed his eyes and raised his right hand and suddenly a note appeared in his hand. The note emitted a faint light, and there was a faint gurgling sound echoing.

Under this light and sound, the strange beings gathered around seemed to be afraid of it. They did not immediately rush up, but hovered around, waiting for the opportunity with malice.

Wang Baole looked as usual, but he sneered in his heart. If he hadn't wanted to enter the chord sect and was unwilling to expose himself, all the existences around him would become his food at this moment.

Ignoring the increasing sounds coming from my ears, Wang Baole looked down at the notes in his hand. After the divine thoughts merged into him, he felt a sensation in his darkness, as if there was a summoning in the far place ahead, pulling himself.

"Does the Chord Sect..." Wang Baole thoughtfully and rushed towards the place where the summoning came, and the speed was very fast, but the strange existences gathered around him remained like ghosts, always following, and the number was increasing.

It seems that Wang Baole has become a torch here, attracting the attention of the night.

The notes in his hand were also dimming rapidly. In this dimness, Wang Baole heard the sound of breathing, as if countless figures were blowing at the notes in his hand, as if they were seeing them as candlelight and trying to extinguish them.

The malice, as the light of the notes gradually dimmed, grew exponentially, as if these strange existences gathered, were waiting for the moment when the light of the notes was completely extinguished.

If it were someone else, I would be extremely panicked at this moment, but Wang Baole just narrowed his eyes and looked as usual. He continued to walk forward. As he walked, he heard more breathing and footsteps around him, and the notes in his hand dimmed more.

This made Wang Baole's eyes slowly rise, and he measured it in his heart. If this continues, the extinguishing of the notes is small, and it is a big deal without the certificate of joining the chord sect.

So Wang Baole paused and was about to take away the notes in his hand, but at this moment, Wang Baole's expression moved slightly and looked up at the distance. Soon, he saw four lanterns swaying towards him in the darkness.

As they approached, four thin figures were also revealed, as well as a red sedan chair they carried, and an arm as white as jade, stretched out from the cover curtain of the sedan chair.

The arm swayed irregularly, as if its owner was in a very happy mood. As the Huaqiao came, Wang Baole also heard the humming musical tune.

Black night, desolate city, red sedan chair...

This scene made a flash of light in Wang Baole's eyes, and with the arrival of the sedan chair, he heard countless backward sounds coming from all around, like those existences in the dark night, and was very afraid of the sedan chair.

And Wang Baole did not feel the breath of a monk in this red sedan chair.

"It's not a monk... and the four people carrying sedan chairs... it's not a human being." Wang Baole made way for the road while pondering, and let the sedan chair float past him. The four figures carrying sedan chairs didn't look at Wang Baole from beginning to end. The existence in the sedan chair was like this, and his arm that stretched out the cover curtain was still shaking.

But when the sedan chair floated past Wang Baole, the wind that brought each other to blow the cover curtain a little. Wang Baole turned his head and glanced at the empty seat in the raised cover curtain.

Only the arm, one end extends out, the other end hangs in the air in the carpet, leaving drops of purple blood...

And just as Wang Baole saw all this, the sedan chair... suddenly stopped.

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Chapter completed!