The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

The shopkeeper said with a frightened expression on his face: "I can't make out that voice, it's like someone is scratching the door and the window, it's scary!"

"It's late at night, how can anyone be outside here, let alone scratch the doors and windows, only the disciples of Tianshanmen will patrol outside, but how could they do such a boring thing."

He shivered: "So, the one outside must be..."

The shopkeeper didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning of the second half of the sentence was already self-evident.

"And it's not just that, apart from the strange noises at night, every once in a while, there will be some strange feathers on the street, and that feather is so big! Just one feather is as big as a person! And at that time, there were still people on the street. There will be some inexplicable blood stains."

"It's like... as if someone was eaten..."

Chu Jinsui immediately thought of the night owl's feather that he kept in his storage bag: "What color is that feather?"

The shopkeeper was unknown, so: "The black one, what's wrong?"

Chu Jinsui's expression was flat: "It's nothing."

The huge black feathers, the night owl's feathers, she seemed to be touching a crucial part.

When the shopkeeper was talking about this ancient story, the feather that Chu Jinsui kept in the storage bag seemed to glow a little bit, but she didn't notice it.

She asked: "You just said that the disciples of the Tianshan Gate are also monks?"

Chu Jinsui had never heard of this sect. During this period of time, she had heard of the Dazong sect, but she had never heard of this Tianshan sect. It was probably a small sect.

The shopkeeper shook his head: "No, they are not that powerful."

"But it's okay to say that, because the people of Tianshan Gate are the descendants of those children taught by the monk who saved our town at the beginning."

"At that time, the monk left some spells and taught some smart children. Later, when those children grew up, they established this sect to protect everyone's safety."

The shopkeeper said with a smile: "At first, the cultivator didn't leave many spells. Later, they gradually explored and learned more spells."

"Thanks to their willingness to be out there every night protecting us, we're so safe now."

Chu Jinsui seized on a previous contradiction: "Didn't you just say that there would be blood on the street before, as if someone was eaten?"

"It's the disciples of the Tianshan Gate who keep watch at night, so that's why more people are prevented from being eaten?"

The shopkeeper's face became a little strange: "No, almost no one was eaten."

He looked a little scared: "Every time there is blood, everyone will count the population. No one is missing, and no one is eaten, but there is a lot of blood on the ground."

Chu Jinsui raised his eyebrows: "Almost?"

The shopkeeper touched his nose: "Yes, in the beginning, when there were bloodstains on the ground, someone in the city would disappear, and everyone knew that that person must have been eaten."

"Later, as long as a girl is sacrificed every ten years, such things will no longer happen, but there will still be blood on the ground... We don't know what this is, but as long as no one disappears, it will be fine."

Chu Jinsui narrowed his eyes: "Who asked you to sacrifice the girl?"

The shopkeeper was stunned: "This... I don't know either. This is a custom passed down from my ancestors. It has been passed down to this day. I don't know who the first person to mention it is."

"But as long as we follow this method, we have not had an accident for so many years."

He patted his chest and assured: "We are very prosperous here now, and we often have guests who travel far away."

"And we don't sacrifice living people at all. We all take a little girl's blood and drip it on the paper doll, replacing the girl with the paper doll."

"It's a way to respect tradition and protect innocent people."

It was even more strange that Chu Jinsui lowered his eyes.

Gradually explored and learned more spells?

She doesn't think that there are no talented and intelligent geniuses in the world, nor does she think that all practice should follow the rules.

But in such a town with almost no aura, what kind of Chosen One is needed to have an epiphany and find out more ways from the original spells?

She raised her eyes to look at the shopkeeper, he was lovingly touching the night pearl in his hand.

It doesn't look like a lie, it should be ignorance.

But it is still difficult to find the contradictions, such as what kind of Tao those disciples practice, whose blood is on the ground, who scratches the door in the middle of the night, and why must sacrifice the girl.

The shopkeeper put Ye Mingzhu into his arms, and his face was full of red: "Guest officer, if you have anything else you want to know, just ask me, as long as you remember not to go out when it's dark."

Chu Jinsui nodded: "Thank you."

"Bang bang bang-"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

The shopkeeper jumped up in fright.

Chu Jinsui raised his head: "It's still daytime."

The shopkeeper patted his chest, still in shock, a little embarrassed: "I'm timid, I made you laugh."

He walked to the door: "I should also be here to stay at the hotel at this point, so I'll open the door for convenience."

With that said, the shopkeeper opened the door.

A few young men in white robes stood at the door.

"Is it closed so early?" asked the leading youth.

The shopkeeper smiled: "Oh, isn't this going to rest early, and it's getting dark soon."

The young man nodded: "It's true, hasn't anything strange happened to you recently?"

The shopkeeper shook his head again and again: "It's okay, it's okay. My place has been quiet recently. Occasionally, a few customers will take a rest and leave in two days."

The young man looked over the shopkeeper and landed on Chu Jinsui who was at the table.

Then he withdrew his gaze: "It's good that it's okay, if you have any problems, let us know in time, it's going to be the time for the sacrifice, and it may be a little uneasy."

The shopkeeper responded: "That's for sure, thanks to you, would you like to come in and have a sip of tea?"

The young man waved his hand, declined his kindness, and left with several others.

The shopkeeper closed the door again.

Chu Jinsui put down the teacup in his hand: "Are they the disciples of Tianshan Gate?"

"Yeah, it's thanks to them, otherwise the priest will be here soon, maybe there will be some troubles."

She didn't touch the food on the table, put down the teacup, and walked upstairs to the room.

The shopkeeper smiled at her enthusiastically: "You should have a good rest, just give me a small order for the food and drinks you want later."

Chu Jinsui nodded lightly.

Xiao Er has already started to close all the windows of the inn.

She glanced out the window.

The setting sun is like blood, and most of the sky is dyed orange red.

It was dusk, and soon it would be dark.