Exiled Huajiao

Chapter 29
Yuan Jun is a demon hunter, and Bai Xi will not bring him back to Yunxia Valley.

Hong Zhao was a little worried, whether Yuan Jun would have been murdered by the flower demon Bai Xi.

After she finished speaking, she immediately shook her head and denied it. Although Yuan Jun's skills are very unreliable, he still has the ability to protect himself and will not be killed easily.

"Where do you think Senior Brother Jun is now?"

Bai Cang felt that since Yuan Jun and Bai Xi were together, the person who should be worried did not know who it was.

When the master was still alive, the person who received the most praise from the master was not his elder brother Bai Tang who was known as a genius, but Yuan Jun.

He felt that Yuan Jun, who was honest and simple, would easily pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger inadvertently.

A powerful hunter often appears in the form of prey.

It's no wonder that Hong Zhao couldn't figure out Yuan Jun, in fact, Yuan Jun himself may not even know his real self.

Hong Zhao, who was lying on the table, played the teapot in the middle finger, complaining that Bai Cang had just stopped her.

If they could get some news about the flower demon Bai Xi from Hu Zhao's mouth, they wouldn't have to make random guesses now.

"Master is not in the city, so it's best not to cause trouble. I think Brother Jun should be safe and happy now." Happy?
Hong Zhao raised his eyebrows and slammed the table.

"The dignified demon hunter was hijacked by a little flower demon in public, and he lost all face, how could he be happy. No, I'm going to Yunxia Valley to kill the flower demon Bai Xi, to save the reputation of Senior Brother Jun and our suzerain mansion. "

Hong Zhao, who looked like a jumping monkey, rushed out of the house with a sword in hand, Bai Cang shook his head helplessly, and slapped himself on the mouth.

"You talk about you, what are you talking about."

Standing up, Bai Cang grabbed the mung bean cake on the table, bit it and walked out, muttering in his heart: I'm sorry, Brother Jun, you're asking for more blessings!

The dawn sun failed to illuminate the land as promised, and thick cumulus clouds, like gray wool rolls, piled up in the low sky.

Zhu Yan, the sage in brocade clothes, followed the evil spirit to the north of the village and stopped slowly.

The evil spirit disappeared, and there was a mottled well not far away. Under the dark sky, there was a ghostly spirit.Like a toad spirit lurking underground, with its mouth open, waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

The mottled ancient well looked more like the entrance of the nether world as it got closer, and there were bursts of sobbing and crying that were suspected to be female ghosts.

The bold Zhu Yan didn't take it seriously, thinking it was the sound of wind blowing into the well, and raised his hand to signal the sage in brocade clothes to look separately.

Everyone took orders and was about to disperse when the well in front of them suddenly began to overflow.

All the sages in brocade clothes looked towards the abnormally overflowing well, and Ying Long, who was spitting out melon seeds, moved closer to Zhu Yan.

"Could it be an earthquake?"

It's not an earthquake, it's haunted!
A blue-gray hand with sharp nails protruded from the well and grabbed the edge of the well.

A wet blue head slowly rose above the well, staring at Zhu Yan and the others with a pair of resentful and evil eyes with extremely large black pupils.

The terrified people felt cold all over their bodies, drew their swords one after another, and retreated unconsciously.

"Cough", Ying Long, who was caught by the melon seed pickup, also widened his eyes, reached out to touch the short knife at his waist, and stared at the ugly head slowly rising from the well, with a strange smile on his face.

"Is this a ghost?"

On the ridge of the roof, Yuan Jun, who was squatting and looking down, saw the hideous head slowly rising from the well, and also stared round his eyes.

Before, when he and Bai Xi were squatting under the fence, they overheard an old couple discussing that the well in the north of the village was haunted.

At that time, he thought it was just the old woman scaring her wife not to approach the well, lest the old man slip into the well with bad legs and feet.

I never thought it was really haunted!

Bai Xi was shaking a piece of rubble in her hands, staring at the terrifying and ugly female ghost slowly rising up in the well.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Impatient, Zhu Yan drew out his dagger abruptly, and gave Yinglong a wink.

Ying Long, who had been eager to try for a long time, bowed his body, and pulled out a pair of short knives from behind his waist with both hands, his eyes were full of excitement.

The guards following Zhu Yan and Ying Long were not as bold as the two of them. Seeing the ugly and terrifying female ghost of the water well, each calf trembled more than the other.

"My lord, do you want to invite a Taoist?"

The guard Jia San was not sure that they could deal with the ghosts, so he stepped forward to give advice.

Zhu Yan let out a heavy "hum" through his nose, and said to the front: "Pretending to be a ghost."

"Real ghosts and fake ghosts, you will know after testing."

Ying Long, who was licking his vermilion lips, held two short knives behind his back, and took the lead, approaching the well.

With a wave of Zhu Yan's hand, the Jinyi guard saw him, he could only swallow his saliva, and moved forward bravely.

"My lord, we are here to find the right protector, not to help the village catch ghosts, why should we bother with her?"

Jia San, the guard who really didn't want to offend the female ghost of the well, spoke again, and suddenly felt a chill in his neck and a shudder in his heart.

The ghostly Ying Long arrived behind Jia San at some point, with two short knives placed on his neck coldly.

"Brother, it is enough for me to be at the mercy of myself."

The sound of Ying Long hiding the knife in his smile sounded from the back of Jia San's head, Jia San's scalp felt numb and his calf twisted.

He didn't dare to manipulate Zhu Yan, the sage in brocade clothes, because he felt that they were out looking for people, and there was no need to provoke sneaky things.

But he forgot that in their team, the one who really has the final say is Ying Long.

And Ying Long is a lunatic!
Usually, I wish I could kill two people and turn them into ghosts to see Ying Long, but now in such a situation, how could I let them go so easily.

Garrison Jia San hurriedly slapped himself twice, "Damn the villain, the villain is too talkative, the villain..."

Before Jia San finished speaking, Ying Long leaped over his head, swung his two knives, and took the head of the female ghost of the water well.

The female ghost, whose whole body was suspended above the well, didn't even look at Ying Long who was jumping at her, with her hands down, a large amount of well water gushed out of the well, rushing forward like a tsunami.

Ying Long who jumped into the air was directly sent flying by the water, and Zhu Yan, who was tall and burly, rushed to catch him firmly.

Looking at the violent tsunami-like waves, Ying Long said "It's interesting", and was swept into the water together with Zhu Yan.

The turbulent waves swept a group of brocade-clothed saints back into the well. Bai Xi, who was standing on the thatched cottage, saw this and hurriedly stood up and jumped down.

Bai Xi's diving operation startled Yuan Jun again, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it.

As you can imagine, the two fell into the water together.

The female ghost floating above the well waved her arms, and the water that rolled up the crowd quickly retracted into the well, leaving no drop.

The ferocious water ghost lowered its arms, descended slowly, and fell back into the well, silent as before.

In the distance, the old woman and the old man in the fenced yard stood on two two-story cherry trees respectively, and had a panoramic view of what happened just now.

"Old woman, are you sure that the flower demon will not have any problems?"

"She is the owner of Yunxia Valley, what's the problem?"

The old lady responded with rhetorical questions, dusted off her body, and said that she had to catch up on her sleep after watching the excitement.

The sound fell, and the cherry tree under her feet slowly dropped to the normal height. She jumped down lightly and went back to the house to rest.

The gray-haired old man glanced at the well that had returned to normal, raised his hand, and a red light flew to the edge of the well, turning into a bright lamp, emitting a dim yellow light.

(End of this chapter)