At the beginning, I accepted the Empress as a disciple, but she turned out to be a rebel disciple.

Luo Qian followed what the woman in the green building said, and soon came to the courtyard of a thatched house.

In front of the courtyard, a blue-yellow door was closed, and Luo Qian knocked on the rusty copper ring on the door.

"Bang bang."

The copper ring made a muffled sound, and the gate creaked down, and then slowly opened.

The door is unlocked.

The scene in the courtyard was displayed in front of Luo Qian's eyes, the courtyard was a dead yellow, only wild grasses grew wildly, they were spread in every corner like appendages, on broken drying racks, dead wells with cobwebs, steps made of rocks...

Luo Qian stepped on the weeds, crossed the desolate yard, and came to the front of the hut, the paper on the window was yellowed, and the half-open wooden door was shaking.

The house was a mess and dust.

Luo Qian looked around cursoryly, this house did not look like it was inhabited, there was no trace of life at all, it seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Could it be that he was in the wrong place?

But he remembered that he had just looked for it according to what the woman in the green building said, how could he find a deserted house?

Luo Qian didn't really want to stay in such an environment, but with the idea that he had come, he still pushed open the half-hidden door.

Squeak—

the old wooden door was completely opened, as if some kind of seal had been unsealed, and a faint rancid smell rose from inside, and the light became cloudy in the room, and the dust drifted up and down like flocculent.

In the dark room, there was an offering table with a spiritual seat enshrined on it, but the spiritual seat card fell on the table, and there were several white scratches visible to the naked eye on the back, as if someone had carved it with something sharp.

Luo Qian walked to the table, held up the spirit seat card, and after seeing the words on it, his pupils shrank sharply.

"What do you want to do!"

An old angry shout suddenly sounded behind him, Luo Qian turned around, and there was an old woman standing at the door, it was the horse mother-in-law that Luo Qian was looking for.

The mother-in-law stared at him, holding a pair of rusty scissors in her hand, her face wrinkled, and her skin stretched as if it was about to collapse.

Luo Qian asked, "Are you really Ma Ruhua?"

Ma Po Po's eyes hid resentment, scissors gently raised to Luo Qian, and said sadly: "The old woman is not Ma Ruhua, who else can she be?" But you, why did you find here, why did you disturb the tranquility of my grandson?

Luo Qian continued to ask, "Your grandson is dead? But weren't you still looking for him yesterday?

Ma Po's expression suddenly became hideous, her body trembled, and the hand holding the scissors hung down weakly, and the scissors could fall from her hand at any time, and she muttered in her mouth: "My grandson is dead, he is dead... He was a good boy, he would never disappear for so long, he must have been killed by someone... It's you! You must have killed him, and now you are going to kill me, an old woman?!"

Her gaze suddenly sharpened, as if she had determined that Luo Qian was the murderer of her grandson, and the folds on her face stretched even more.

"I want you to pay for it! Die!!! Ma

Po rushed with scissors in hand, shouting angrily for Luo Qian's life, her chest rising and falling sharply, and tears welling in her half-sunken eyes.

"But Ma Ruhua is long dead! Who are you?

Luo Qian sighed and gently lifted the spiritual seat, only to see that there were seven words engraved on it—the position of the ancestor horse like a flower.

This spirit card is actually Ma Po's?

Looking at the spiritual seat that was closed on the table on weekdays, the figure of the mother-in-law suddenly stopped, the expression on her face changed from hideous to unbelievable, and the raised hand was no longer able to hold the scissors, and the scissors fell straight to the ground.

As if she was down, she looked at the spirit card with dull eyes, and said after a while: "Ma Ruhua is dead? No, it can't be, I'm Ma Ruhua, I'm obviously still alive, how can I die? Am I dead? Why did I die? No, I'm alive, I'm alive!

The mother-in-law said in a harsh voice, and in the end, she sat on the ground and held her head and cried out harshly.

"It must be your ghost, there is obviously my grandson's spiritual seat placed here, why did it become mine, it must be that you secretly changed, beast, you give me death!"

She suddenly looked up, her cloudy eyes rolled and she spat in her mouth, and raised her scissors again.

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After Su Yingmo separated from Luo Qian, he walked to the right alone, looking all the way along the alley, passing through the long houses.

It is a pity that they did not meet the old woman on the road, and asked a few pedestrians, and they also shook their heads, saying that they had not seen such an old man.

After a long search without success, Su Yingmo walked alone on the street, went around in circles, and came to the street near the river.

The river bends over, the willow branches that have fallen their leaves are still swaying in the wind pimply, the river is clear, there is no dark color of the lights of the city at night, only the blue white clouds are reflected, and occasionally birds pass by, or small boats moored, only to disturb the ripples.

Su Yingmo sat by the river for a nap, looking at this silent river, with a fold of willow branches around his hand, and his small hand rolled and flicked.

After a moment of tranquility, the winter rain fell and dripped down.

The bare willow tree could not stop the rain from falling, and Su Yingmo raised his finger to hit a barrier and left the river.

It is estimated that I can't find the old woman, so let's go back to find the master. Su Yingmo thought to himself.

So she returned along the road, and the pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, anxious to avoid the rain, and the long street soon became cold and silent.

On the corner of the street, an old man was sitting under the eaves to hide from the rain, his back hunched, his head bowed, and his face could not be seen clearly.

When Su Yingmo came closer, she found that it was not the person she was looking for, but just an old man begging, his body was wet by the rain, and he looked very pitiful.

Su Yingmo sighed and threw a few coins into the tattered bowl.

"Thank you, thank you..." the old beggar took it with trembling dry hands, and his mouth trembled with thanks.

At the moment he raised his hand, a dart of several inches burst out of his sleeve, piercing the girl's throat.

Murderous Chance!

At the moment when the dart was shot, the girl's heart was alert, and the sense of crisis in her heart soared, flicking her sleeves to block, and erecting a white light barrier in front of her.

"Ding-" The

dart hit the barrier, and after a violent exchange, it fell to the ground, and the residual high temperature on the dart caused the surrounding raindrops to evaporate and emit white smoke.

The next moment, a spirit sword covered with crimson sword qi appeared in the girl's hand, and she pulled back for a distance, looking at the old beggar with a cold face.

"Who is behind you?" Su Yingmo asked coldly.

Sure enough, you have to stay away from the world, which is really difficult to do.

The girl secretly cursed in her heart, she must have been unconsciously affected by that smelly master recently, hateful, she will definitely spank him in the future!

The old beggar lamented: "The girl is worthy of being a cultivator, and it really can't be solved by a sharp weapon in the mortal world... I advise the girl to run away, maybe you have some means, but you don't know what is hidden in this city..."

Halfway through the words, the old beggar spat out black blood and fell straight down.