concubine, you cant do

Chapter 724
"Yeah, when I was patrolling at night recently, I always felt a black shadow flying above my head. When I looked at it again, it seemed to be dazzled. I always felt that something was wrong. Once or twice was fine, but it just happened..."

"Okay, let's carry the body to the morgue first, and let the foreman check carefully."

"Yes."

A group of officers and soldiers finally left the inn.

And after the group of officers and soldiers left, in the dark, a slender shadow slowly disappeared on the ground.

"Master, it seems that the matter is far more serious than imagined." Qingying told Murong Shengyang in detail about the conversation between officers and soldiers that he had just heard.

At this moment, Murong Shengyang was sitting on the bed in the room with his eyes closed and recuperating. Hearing this, he just hummed lightly.

Seeing this, Qingying was about to retreat, but she heard Murong Shengyang suddenly say, "When I go to sleep tonight, I will set up a formation around the room, and you come into this room in the middle of the night, and we will live together." After saying that, Murong Sheng Yang closed his eyes again.

Hearing this, Qingying saw that the master sitting on the bed hadn't recovered for a long time. He hadn't seen such a serious and serious expression on the master's face for a long time. Is the matter really so serious this time?
It wasn't until the blue shadow receded that Murong Shengyang opened his eyes. He once heard a legend when he was very young, and he always took that legend as a joke, but now, he can't take it as a joke...

With blood as flesh and essence as soul... Murong Shengyang seems to have heard the wailing and painful tearing from the depths of hell...

The scorching sun finally receded from the clouds, and the inn's sudden incident during the day brought the inn back to tranquility. There was a hand caressing it gently, and as if the order was disturbed by the wind, a branch of leaf floated by, fell into the distant Bitan, twirled gently, and sank.

Murong Shengyang stood by the window of the room, looking at the entire quiet world that seemed to be wrapped in the dark sky, with a line of lips slightly drawn on his handsome face like jade.

"Meow." A cat meowed across the night sky and through the eaves corridor.

The line that Murong Shengyang's lips were lightly pursed suddenly let go, revealing a hint of playfulness.

At this time, in a certain dark corner, there were three or five figures gathered together.

"Tonight must be successful. Both are big fish. If you catch them, you will have nothing to worry about in your life."

"Brother, tonight we will be benevolent if we fail."

"it is good."

In the other corner of the black shadow, there are also three or five figures gathered together. The difference is that they don't speak a word, only in the dark night, their eyes are bright, and their fingers are gestured quickly and silently. Around them, the air is like It was frozen ice, which weighed heavily on people, causing the birds who stopped in the distance to flap their wings and leave quickly.

Then, at the end of the dark blue curtain that was still heavy just now, a very light moonlight suddenly appeared.

"The weather tonight is not suitable for long journeys." Murong Shengyang stroked his forehead, turned around and went to lie down on the bed, and just as he lay down, a figure flashed in by the window.

"Master, something is wrong with this inn." Qing Yingpu stepped forward and said as soon as he landed.

"En." Murong Shengyang just hummed lightly, and then the sound of even breathing came from the dark room with lights on.

Qingying stood quietly in a corner of the room, the room was quiet, except for the cold wind blowing in from the corner of the window, there was no abnormal aura around him, but he was as cautious as he was, but somehow felt a creepy attack coming from far and near.

"Relax, nothing will happen." Murong Shengyang suddenly spoke lazily on the bed, and then he heard even breathing again.

Qingying looked at Murong Shengyang, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and wondered why the master was able to sleep so peacefully. He was the one who asked him to come to the room, but at this moment he didn't mention his plan at all. ...

"Master, are you asleep?" After about a stick of incense, Qing Ying still felt uneasy, and stepped forward a little impatiently, looking at the faint figure in the thick curtain, speaking very softly.

"Meow." Another meow pierced the night sky, but, unlike the previous meow, this meow was relatively low-pitched, as if it was suppressed by the sound of the wind in the eternal night.

Murong Shengyang turned over slightly on the bed, "Don't worry, I've set up formations around the room, as long as you can't find the opening of the formation, no one can get in or out." His voice was extremely soft, as if he was gradually trapped in sleep winding.

Hearing the words, Qingying stopped in her tracks, turned her head to look at the ray of light coming in from the window, and said, "Then, how can the formation be broken when the formation is so powerful?"

"Whoever sets up the formation will destroy it." Murong Shengyang's voice on the bed was calm and calm amidst sleepiness.

"If the person who set up the formation..." Before he finished speaking, the blue shadow who was two steps away from the bed suddenly walked towards the bed with a flash of a dagger in his hand like a lightning bolt.

"Hey." It was like the sound of a dagger piercing into the heart, Qingying's face was no longer as clear as usual, and there was a trace of blood in his eyes, and his facial features were slowly changing until he revealed a picture with The waiter in the inn has exactly the same face.

The night wind continued to pour in, lifted the curtains and swayed lightly. The waiter pulled out his dagger, wiped his face, and waved lightly at the gap in the window. Between the waves, there was a little light between his fingers, like the call of the night.

Then, in the dark night, a few hundred meters away from the inn, a few figures floated silently...

"No matter what, I can't hide from the master's Shixiang Anrousan..." The waiter got up, got off the bed, and then turned around...

"You..." The shop waiter didn't have time to finish the next sentence, and suddenly opened a pair of dark pupils to look at the Murong Shengyang who suddenly appeared in front of him, who should have died on the bed but was safe and sound. With a slight movement of Murong Shengyang's fingers, the man knelt down lightly.

"Where Qingying is, there will never be cats meowing." Murong Shengyang finished his sentence, and without waiting for the man to speak, he swiped the long sword in his hand, and the man's neck was smeared with blood in shock, suspicion and even inexplicable circumstances. If the line is marked, there will be no sound in this life.

Murong Shengyang looked at the people who fell on the ground, then at the empty bed, and at the bloody Senliang dagger in the second-hand store, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, "Sister Hanshuang's latest psychedelic powder is really good. "After saying that, Murong Shengyang glanced at the window that was pouring in the cold wind, and with a light wave of his hand, the body that had fallen to the ground immediately lay down on the bed.

(End of this chapter)