Chapter 267 Monster Dream Seed

Although the sound of the copper bell was fleeting, it always echoed in Ren Qing's ears.

Ren Qing was hesitating whether to join in the fun when he suddenly felt a hurricane coming nearby, and there was a faint strange smell in the air.

The smell is somewhat similar to body odor, but it is as corrosive as the scent of a demon.

"This should be the strange aura."

The copper bell rang again.

I saw dark clouds covering the sky, and the sun's rays were suddenly blocked.

A fox skin several hundred meters thick with blood and flesh flying past. The fur was blue-gray in color, as if it had just been ripped off.

The people did not dare to raise their heads, and the caravan stopped in time.

Ren Qing squinted his eyes and could feel the strange aura emanating from the fox fur. It must be the fox fairy grandma that Deng Chuan mentioned.

However, he did not find human skin, nor did he see any trace of Qingqiu monk.

The direction that the fox skin went was obviously Qingqiu Mountain outside the city, and the disaster caused by this taboo should have ended.

But something is wrong, really something is wrong.

Ren Qing left the caravan without hesitation.

There were various reasons why he left Wuwei Taoist Temple. The reason why his external disciples turned into strange monks for no reason was only one aspect.

On the other hand, Ren Qing wanted to find out about the strange monks to determine the situation of the muddy water in Jingzhou, and then consider contacting the Jailer Hall.

Of course, he also considered the dream market.

Xianshi was obviously restricted by Wuwei Taoism and only maintained the status quo for a short period of time.

If he continues to open up the dream market, his only goal is to choose the weird monk, but he doesn't even understand the latter's cultivation system.

Ren Qing walked quickly to the southwest.

Deng Chuan inadvertently glanced at the street and fell into a brief daze after spotting Ren Qing's back, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"What's the matter, boss?"

Deputy Zhao Xiang couldn't help but ask, and the other bodyguards also cast their gazes over.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Deng Chuan hesitated for a few moments, then continued: "Now that Grandma Fox Fairy is gone, we don't need to go to Changning Street. Let's find an inn to rest for a while tonight."

"That's right, now we are short of people and horses."

The escorts looked excited. At least they didn't have to risk their lives to escort the escorts, and the journey ahead would be much easier.

They comforted the frightened old horse and walked slowly through the streets.

The nearby people walked out of the houses in unison, and the stalls were rearranged. The shouts were endless, and the original desolation was not apparent at all.

It was as if after the bell rang, the neighborhood returned to the world from hell.

Luo Xian saw that Deng Chuan was in a good mood. Even if his employer's death affected the business, it would be better than losing the life of the escort.

He asked doubtfully: "Boss, how did you tell that Grandma Fox Fairy had calmed down?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell into a brief silence.

Even Deng Chuan didn't realize that there were at least several thousand people in the entire neighborhood, and they all had the idea of ​​appeasing the Fox Fairy almost at the same time.

They had some doubts in their hearts, but after just a few breaths passed, they returned to normal.

"No matter what, let's go to the inn first."

Deng Chuan shook his head. The bustling streets washed away the chill on his back, and the slight strangeness in his heart disappeared.

The escort immediately agreed.

They were talking and laughing, and there was no sign that they were in danger more than half an hour ago, and that some of their companions even died as a result.

Invisible butterflies followed the cart, and it was obvious that Ren Qing focused part of his attention on the caravan.

Ren Qingyou walked among the crowd and then came to the southwest location.

What came into view was a large open space, with a dilapidated yizhuang standing in the middle, where the casual cultivators disappeared.

Ren Qing used his double pupil to the extreme, but he didn't notice anything strange in Yizhuang. It seemed to be an ordinary building.

He immediately stepped into the Yi Zhuang.

There is at least a thirty-degree difference in temperature between indoor and outdoor. There are more than a dozen spiritual tablets with illegible writing and five coffins placed inside.

Judging from the handwriting on the spiritual tablet, it seems that Yi Zhuang has been abandoned by the people for some time, but the body odor in the room is even stronger.

The coffin was empty, but it was tightly sealed with rivets.

As the streets came back to life, the surroundings became noisy.

Ren Qing looked around deeply. He knew that the matter with Qingqiu Fox Fairy was not over yet, and what would definitely happen next.

It can be seen from the Fairy Market in recent days that there are almost no rumors in the urban area where Taoist disciples are located.

It's as if all the forces acquiesced in this matter.

Ren Qing did not continue to let Wugui devour his sense of existence, but walked out of Yizhuang and soon disappeared into the increasingly dark streets.

He found a deserted courtyard and immediately meditated cross-legged in the house.

The soul butterfly projections were distributed in the corners like fireflies, trying to explore the source of the strange aura, but unfortunately there was no success.

Ren Qing had no intention of forcing it. If no weirdness was discovered, he would go to the area where the corpse elephants were based as planned.

When he is in a state of cultivation, time is like yellow sand passing by his fingertips, and when he opens his eyes, the sun is already rising.

Thick dark clouds covered the sky, as if a heavy rain was about to begin.

The smell of body odor is getting stronger and stronger, but the people don't seem to notice it.

Ren Qing couldn't help but frown slightly. With his current level of cultivation, he found nothing. Could it be that it was exactly what Deng Chuan said.

"The strange disaster has disappeared?"

Boom boom boom...

Autumn thunder sounded.

As soon as the idea came to his mind, he heard the sound of heavy rain falling outside, and the heavy rain enveloped the entire Jingzhou City.

The chill of late autumn has been brought away, but there are still pedestrians on the streets.

Then someone started playing the suona, beating gongs and drums, and you could hear the strange singing voice of a shrill old woman, as if she was crying in mourning.

Ren Qing opened the window with a slight surprise and saw a procession of festive sedans passing by along the street. It was really strange now.

The people were busy minding their own business and turned a blind eye to the sedan chair.

The strong men carrying the sedan were dressed in mourning clothes, and the people following them were also wearing sackcloth and mourning.

Their appearance is very alienated, and even the appearance of a fox can be seen on their heads. According to Jingzhou today, their physiques are more suitable for Qingqiu's strange magic.

Similar strange things happened in the adjacent streets at the same time. Hundreds of sedan chairs were carried outside, and the sound of gongs and drums was endless.

There was no bride in the sedan, but skinned corpses.

The corpse was wearing a gorgeous wedding dress, and it was obvious from the figure that it was a woman, but many places had begun to rot, attracting flies.

Hundreds of people blew the suona, and the sound echoed in the heavy rain, becoming increasingly weird.

Ren Qing looked puzzled, where could there be so many sedan chairs? Even if there were all of Jingzhou combined, there probably wouldn't be dozens of sedan chairs.

This matter must be related to Qingqiu's strangeness, but no trace can be found at all.

"etc……"

"It didn't happen on the waning moon layer, right?"

Ren Qing's eyes turned unabashedly. He glanced in the direction of the blood moon above his head, and his body suddenly felt a little weightless.

After briefly gazing in the direction of the blood moon, and because it was daytime, the body and soul were not pulled into the waxing gibbous moon, etc., but experienced slight weightlessness.

Through the subtle state, the scene in his eyes has undergone earth-shaking changes.

The appearance of the sedan chair has turned into flesh and blood, and the curtain fabric is like freshly peeled human skin. From time to time, it will squirm and even have hair.

Blood vessels and veins spread all over the surface, and the skinless corpse being carried also came to life.

The corpse was like a married bride, holding a bronze mirror and looking at her hideous face, carefully applying rouge and gouache.

The sedan chair is indeed from the gibbous moon layer and must involve the strange monk.

The destination of all the sedan chairs seems to be Yizhuang in the southwest.

Ren Qing took the opportunity to look towards Yizhuang, and it turned out that Yizhuang had turned into a huge courtyard, with crowds of people inside.

Guests come and go, they look like humans and foxes, but their cultivation is relatively shallow, they should be the casual cultivators before.

They may have come for Qingqiu, or they may want to practice weird magic.
To be continued...