After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 142 Weird
The stomach was soothed and the mood stabilized.

Left and right is just a dead word.

Although it would be a pity to fold here, it is not that they have no hope of surviving.

Song Jingmo watched the waiter use his spiritual power to easily clean up the dishes and clean the table, and even the air in the room became fresh, remembering the scene he saw after leaving his soul.

The entire inn was shrouded in a golden ban, which not only prevented unwelcome guests from entering, but also firmly protected the inn.

In Song Jingmo's cognition, the golden light that can fight against evil is collectively called moral golden light.

Is it a temporary arrangement or is it already prepared?
Even though from the very beginning until now, the waiter in the same store as the shopkeeper behaved like an ordinary person, Song Jingmo still felt the coercion of the strong.

The strong here refers to the strong who are above the Lingdi level.

Song Jingmo is only a spiritual master, but the total amount of spiritual power is directly catching up with high-ranking spiritual kings. Even if he doesn't master a few fancy attacking formulas, he can be evenly matched with spiritual masters below middle-level spiritual kings with basic spiritual formulas.

In Chi Zhishu's words: "Little junior sister is not top-notch in everything, but only a little worse than the strongest in everything."

This is a bit exaggerated, Song Jingmo also has a lot of bad skills, and some skills have not even been introduced.

But when it comes to practical and commonly used aspects, such as speed, such as strength, such as alchemy, such as refining medicine, Song Jingmo's talent is excellent, and she is willing to study, and the results obtained are also good-looking.

The senior brothers and sisters themselves have thick beautification filters when they see this little junior sister. Song Jingmo can be praised sincerely by them for a long time even if he does a tiny thing.

Similarly, if Song Jingmo did something out of line in their opinion, it would be talked about for a long time.

They may not have reacted at the time, but it is absolutely impossible for people to avoid it. The time to settle accounts after the event will always come.

Just like now.

After discussing the division of duty, the others went to rest one after another.

Song Jingmo sensed that something was wrong, and subconsciously prepared to smear the soles of his feet with oil and slip away. A slender hand with slender fingers and fair skin lightly rested on her shoulder.

The weight was almost negligible, but such a small move that could not be called a threat at all made Song Jingmo choose to be honest.

It doesn't matter if you are said a few words.

A long memory is also a good thing.

Although there is a next time, it is still possible to do it again.

He obediently raised his eyes to look around at the brothers and sisters around him, then lowered his eyes and lowered his head, with a good attitude of admitting his mistakes, and quite cooperative.

Seeing the young junior sister's appearance, the young senior brothers and sisters, who were originally speechless, sighed in unanimously in their hearts, and put the matter aside for the time being.

Earlier, it was completely dark outside.There was no light coming in from the window, and the spirit stone lamps around the inn were lit up, providing sufficient lighting for the interior of the inn.

There was also a row of spirit stone lamps hanging outside the gate, but likewise, there was no light to be seen.

In people's subconscious mind, there are often dangers lurking in the dark, and in such an environment, the people who stayed in the inn naturally assigned a night watch schedule.

The gate must be guarded, and every door and window must be guarded.

The night watchman is also always paying attention to the movement outside.

The sound of the wind became sharp and unusually harsh in the ominous darkness, and it was very harsh, with a strange meaning that made people feel frightened.

In the past, when there were not enough rooms, I still wanted to live alone. Now I can’t wait for ten or eight people to squeeze together. If it’s not a matter of face, I propose to lay a floor in the lobby, and everyone will choose to sit in the lobby.

The person who left first subconsciously chose the room on the second floor to check in. Before choosing the room, he did not forget to hold the companion he chose. When he was rejected, he showed a pitiful expression, like a harmless big dog. It is very confusing.

Living alone in a room is definitely difficult to sleep peacefully. The more people around you, the better the quality of sleep.

Song Jingmo secretly observed the expressions of several senior brothers and sisters, and judged that everything was normal after the crisis was resolved, his head began to peck at the rice, and then he lay down on the table.

Not long after, a soft snoring sounded.

Sang Zhixia looked at Song Jingmo who was already asleep, and shook his head helplessly.

At this time, I can still fall asleep heartlessly, and I don't know whether to praise or reason.

"It's time to take a good rest."

"Let's continue with the previous arrangement." Sang Zhixia looked at Unexpectedly and covered Song Jingmo with a thin blanket, and started another topic.

It should be noted that Bai pinched the bridge of his nose, he couldn't explain everything he saw, he could only speak as a prophecy as much as possible.

But what I say is always good but not bad, it is really troublesome to choose words carefully.

"This is a catastrophe belonging to Discord City, and it is also a test for us."

"Although there are twists and turns, we will leave safely." You Zhibai said cautiously.

At this moment, no one questioned what he said, they are all from the same school, and after a long time of running-in, everyone is very familiar with Xu Zhibai's ability.

No one mentioned the old problem of Zhizhibai, they all took the words of Zhizhibai as a prophecy.

They will leave safely.

Knowing this and being sure of it is enough.

Several people in charge of making up their minds began to discuss various arrangements during the period of being trapped in the disorderly city. A unified arrangement is a unified arrangement. If they encounter an accident where people are scattered, they must have a reliable way to gather people from their own sect together.

This is the reality. In the case of insufficient ability, there will always be selfishness.

The Qingling Sect does not produce saints, they only follow their heart and live according to their nature.

There are not many rules and regulations to control the disciples, in order to let the disciples fully liberate their nature, as long as they do not make mistakes in the general direction, then there is no problem.

The accident hadn't happened yet, and they couldn't guess what kind of accident would happen. Sang Zhixia and Chi Zhishu arranged what could be arranged, and turned their attention to Wu Yi who had been listening for a long time and hadn't spoken for a long time.

Wu Yi is also considered half of his own people, so they didn't avoid people.

It's not a secret, anyone can listen to it, as long as you don't make trouble.

It was decided that they would practice in batches in the lobby before leaving Disorder City. As one of the few male disciples of the Qingling Sect, Chi Zhishu got up quite consciously and walked to the counter to politely ask the shopkeeper if he could occupy the lobby.

The shopkeeper didn't raise his eyes, but just nodded indifferently, meaning to let them do whatever they want.

Unexpectedly, his attention only fell on Song Jingmo, and after realizing that Song Jingmo's face suddenly turned pale and his breathing became a little short, he quietly released part of his spiritual power, protecting the restless girl in Tsing Yi in her sleep. The light flashed by, but it completely blocked the wind outside and other bad things.

There is wind and rain in the world, and there will be people who will block all the wind and rain.

The girl in Tsing Yi, who was lying on the table sleeping harmlessly, slowly calmed down, thinking that there was peace in the dream.

In the middle of the night, Song Jingmo, who had had enough sleep, subconsciously rubbed the soft blanket beside his cheek, and opened his eyes.

After sleeping for several hours, his hands were not numb and his hamstrings were not cramping, he moved his body strangely, looked at the brothers and sisters who looked a little tired, Song Jingmo moved lightly, took out the usual large stove, and threw a fire attribute spirit into the stove Stone, put a casserole on the stove, and cooked a big pot of porridge with great patience.

The rich and fragrant scent of Lingmi had already filled the entire first floor.

Song Jingmo filled a bowl for the brothers and sisters who were watching the night, and filled a few more bowls, and asked the shopkeeper and the waiter to eat together.

The shopkeeper did not go to rest. He sat at the counter with his eyes downcast, seemingly asleep, and would open his eyes whenever there was any movement. At this time, his sharp eyes swept towards Song Jingmo in front of the counter, and he looked back after a while.

"Thank you." He didn't refuse the fragrant hot porridge brought to him, the shopkeeper finished it slowly, and the waiter rushed over to clear away the bowls and spoons.

The hotel lobby is not cold, but it is not as comfortable as the room.

But the room is not suitable for squeezing people like them, and it is not good for them to take care of each other when they are separated.

If a little environmental problem can be overcome, it will be overcome, and if it cannot be overcome, it will be pulled down.

After the others finished their practice and smelled the aroma of rice porridge floating in the air, their eyes became softer.

They can do bigu, and they have enough pills on their bodies, but hot food can bring more touch to people.

Just like now.

The temperature has dropped a lot compared to before, even if it doesn't feel cold, but after a bowl of hot porridge, the body's reaction will not deceive oneself.

Like, happy, comfortable.

Emotions were soothed, no matter how loud the wind outside was, they just pretended not to hear it.

After so long, I didn't bother to come to the door, and I guessed that the inn was not ordinary.

As long as careful people use spiritual power to strengthen their hearing, they can also find that there are screams and curses, cries and desperate cries in the never-ending wind. The voices are not obvious in the wind, but they can still be heard.

This darkness is not harmless.

Its degree of danger is related to the sound of the whistling wind.

But no one has the mind to pay attention to these. Everyone listens to the movement and avoids a state of ignorance before the danger comes.

In the face of a premonition of danger that is powerless to resist, once you fall into a passive position, the situation will become extremely thrilling.

Some timid students asked to turn off the lights on the grounds that the bright lights in the darkness could easily attract unknown dangers.

More people objected. Without light, people would feel insecure. Being in the dark, if they heard some troubles and psychological hints, they would scare themselves half to death.

Wu Yi came down from upstairs, and filled himself with a bowl of porridge in a natural manner, and drank it in one gulp without fear of being hot, with a depressed expression on his face.

Song Jingmo gave him a questioning look.

The first person he was familiar with was Wu Yi who appeared as Wu Xiu Lao Wu, and Song Jingmo couldn't feel any fear of Wu Yi who had a much higher status and cultivation level now.

Wu Yi is also the same as before, except that he will appear stricter when formulating and supervising the trainees to implement the training plan, the rest of the time he is honest and honest.

"A student was affected by the rumors and showed a tendency to self-harm." Wu Yi said in a deep voice.

The incident was discovered in a timely manner. After the self-harming student was bewitched, his companions found out that something was wrong, and promptly prevented his self-harming behavior.

But this kind of thing has one thing and two things, the more you suffer, the weaker your willpower will be.

No one can be sure that they will be able to persevere without being affected in the slightest.

After Song Jingmo heard the description of the symptoms, he took away the large casserole with a bottom left, took out a few spiritual plants, placed the medicinal cauldron on a stove with sufficient heat, and skillfully began to extract the liquid medicine.

Wu Yi seldom watched people make medicines, and he couldn't see any way. He only felt that the savior's movements carried an inexplicable rhythm. The process was obviously boring, so he didn't want to look away.

After the potion was refined, Song Jingmo put a small ball of the potion into a bowl as usual before distributing it, preparing to test it by himself.

Jintong's tiger cub held down the rim of the bowl with one paw, stopping Song Jingmo's movement, then bent down and took a sip.

Poisonous things are bitter here, and the more bitter they are, the more poisonous they are.

The tiger cub leaned down again and drank the small amount of liquid medicine in the bowl. When he looked up again, the white fur around his lips had already been dyed lightly by the liquid medicine.

Song Jingmo wanted to laugh a little, but when he met Shang Buyu's big golden eyes, he held back abruptly, and only gently took a handkerchief and soaked it in clean water, and wiped the tiger cub's mouth meticulously.

"This is a heart-clearing medicine. After taking it, it can be free from outside interference for half an hour." As Song Jingmo's words fell, Lingli controlled the medicine in the medicine cauldron to be divided into twenty parts and filled into small bottles.

Wu Yi took the corresponding number of medicines according to the number of students upstairs and sent them up.

Just after Wu Yi went upstairs, there was a knock on the door.

Song Jingmo was refreshed and leaned back a little.

In the middle of the night, it's so dark outside that it's hard for a stranger to walk, it's really hard to say what is knocking on the door.

The shopkeeper also opened his eyes in an instant.

The knock on the door gradually turned into a knock on the door. Along with the knock on the door, there was a woman's mournful cry.

"Open the door—open the door—I know there's someone in—"

"Open the door - open the door - open the door -" the protracted ending made the woman's voice seem even more strange.

No one wants to open the door.

Especially in such a weird situation.

The timid ones, such as Sheng Zhichun, have already attached themselves to Sang Zhixia, wanting to gain some sense of security.

Song Jingmo was also afraid of these things at first, but for some reason, not only did she not feel scared at this time, but she still had extra thoughts to find out what was wrong.

One is that at this place and at this time, no one should come to the door, let alone the screams that would make people feel panic when they heard it under normal circumstances.

I just want to coax people to open the door, at least I have to pretend to be a normal person.Song Jingmo complained mercilessly.

Another thing that seemed weird was that the door of the inn didn't move at all despite such a loud knock on the door, not even the slightest tremor.

It was found that the people inside were not moved at all, and the voice outside also stopped.

At the same time, the wind stopped for a moment.

"You won't help me—you won't help me—"

The plaintive voice sharpened violently, revealing a deep sense of resentment.

"Then don't blame me, take your life as a sacrifice."

The sound disappeared, and in this extremely rare moment of silence, Lou Zhiyin's face became extremely ugly.

She saw that everyone present was stained with blood.

(End of this chapter)