Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Ghost Manor, due west.

Ye Gucheng can get this answer.

Mu Daoren is not afraid of the dead, but now he is afraid of Ye Gucheng, a living person.

How did he know about Lu Xiaofeng?

How did he know the existence of Ghost Manor?

How did he determine his relationship with Ghost Manor?

Mu Daoren thought about it, but he couldn't find where he had revealed his flaws.

Is he a god?

Is he a ghost?

Jiang Chen is certainly not a god.

If you want to be serious, he is a ghost.

Ye Gucheng also has a sword that even a Wudang Taoist priest like him who has practiced martial arts for decades cannot dodge.

It seems that all secrets cannot escape his eyes...

Even the secrets of Ghost Manor.

Although he has not said it all, Mu Daoren no longer dares to have a fluke mentality.

He is simply a person more terrifying than a ghost.

He also carries endless coldness.

Colder than a ghost.

More threatening than a ghost.

There is a saying that sometimes the living are more dangerous than the dead.

Even strictly speaking, Jiang Chen is not a real living person.

They did not stay for long and went west with Mu Dao Ren.

To Ghost Manor.

Ghost Manor took in all the dead.

Now Lu Xiaofeng can choose.

The sword intent hanging over his head has been broken.

He can live.

Because Ximen Chuxue is dead.

Mu Dao Ren did not say the real safe road. What he said was still the road that everyone who entered the manor had to go through.

The road used to test martial arts and scheming.

In his mind, he already had a way to cut off the firewood from the bottom of the pot.

After passing through the dense forest for three days, what came into view was the blue sky and the vast cliffs.

This is indeed a hidden place for the dead to hide.

There was only an iron rope swaying in the wind on the edge of the cliff.

Mu Dao Ren said with a sullen face, "This is it."

The cliff is bottomless.

The mist was cold and damp.

The people who followed were Hua Manlou, Jiang Chen, the honest monk, and Sikong Zhaixing.

Ye Gucheng followed, and Wei Ziyun found it hard to convince himself to follow. The others also had their own things to do.

Jiang Chen had already stepped on the iron chain.

He didn't even think about it.

When he stepped on it, his expression didn't change at all, as if he was walking on flat ground instead of iron chains.

Jiang Chen turned around, looked at Mu Dao Ren, and his eyes fell on the iron chain.

Although he didn't say anything, Mu Dao Ren understood what he meant. His heart sank, but he turned over and landed in front of Jiang Chen.

The iron chain didn't move.

This is an excellent light skill.

"Lead the way." Jiang Chen said lightly.

But he took two steps, looked back at Hua Manlou, and stopped again.

The wind blew past.

Hua Manlou said, "I heard the sound of iron chains."

Sikong Zhaixing said, "This is a cliff."

Hua Manlou's eyes fell on the iron chains, "I have guessed it."

The honest monk also said, "Why don't you stay here, Mr. Hua." He added, "We will definitely bring Lu Xiaofeng back."

Hua Manlou said, "Lu Xiaofeng is not only your friend." He is also Hua Manlou's friend.

So, he couldn't stay here with peace of mind.

Sikong Zhaixing sighed, they all heard what Hua Manlou meant.

Hua Manlou smiled slightly and comforted them, "Don't worry. Your eyes are useless, but your heart is still bright."

What you should feel, you will always feel.

Like the sound of the wind, like the sound of chains.

The honest monk sighed, "Mr. Hua is indeed an extraordinary person."

Such a calm mentality, I am afraid no one in the world can match it.

He saw Ye Gucheng who was already standing on the chain, and paused. Well, in fact, Ye Gucheng was calm enough.

He had been standing there for half a moment. His figure did not shake at all.

Jiang Chen stood on the iron chain, turned his head and looked at the vast clouds and mist, frowned, "Follow him."

Hua Manlou would not stay. So if he wanted to follow, Jiang Chen would not stop him.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at Hua Manlou, and had a headache for a moment, but he also knew that he would not give up Lu Xiaofeng.

"Mr. Hua, please go ahead. I and the honest monk will follow behind."

If there is any mistake, they can also take care of it.

If Hua Manlou has any trouble on this road, he dares to guarantee that Lu Xiaofeng will never have a good life.

"Thank you." This is their good intention, and Hua Manlou will not refuse. He never refuses the kindness of others.

A smile appeared on Hua Manlou's face, warm and beautiful. It seemed to dispel the damp and cold mist around him.

He always brings stability to the people around him.

Sikong Zhaixing nodded.

He raised his foot and walked up.

Even though he could not see anything, he walked steadily. He did not deviate from the iron chain at all.

Hua Manlou's Kung Fu is very good, but people always focus on his eyes and often forget his Kung Fu.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at the three people in front of him.

Before, he always focused on his swordsmanship, but today Sikong Zhaixing discovered that Ye Gucheng has such a good Qinggong.

Fairy from the sky, like wind and clouds.

Qinggong as light and ethereal as clouds.

It really lives up to his name.

Hua Manlou is even more admirable.

Although he can't see, he is still calm and composed on this strange road that he has never walked on, as if he is not walking on a chain, as if he is still on flat ground.

Sikong Zhaixing looked at the iron chain under his feet and sighed slightly. What about the world's best light skill?

But he quickly put this idea behind him. Anyway, he was stealing people, not competing with others in light skill.

Soon, the fog and clouds were everywhere, and there was no sunlight.

You can imagine what kind of environment Ghost Manor is like.

The thick clouds blocked the sky.

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

There were still a few feet to go, and Mu Dao Ren and the other two fell on the cliff.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and the corners of his lips curved.

It must have been very difficult for him to endure this journey...

Mu Dao Ren had already drawn his long sword and chopped the iron chain cleanly.

That's right, as long as these people were buried on the cliff, his plan could continue!

The plan to become the head of Wudang.

The pupils of the honest monk Sikong Zhaixing behind him shrank, and he immediately stepped forward to stop him.

But they were a little far away.

At this time, Ye Gucheng's sword flashed.

His sword had already left his hand.

"Clang!"

One sword.

Mu Daoren's sword had already fallen into the cliff.

He retracted his wrist in time and was not injured.

The cliff was made of hard stone, but Ye Gucheng's sword penetrated three-tenths of the stone.

One can imagine the result of the sword falling on the wrist.

He looked up and saw that Ye Gucheng was still walking on the iron chain without haste. In just a few moments, he had already approached the cliff.

The opportunity was lost.

Mu Daoren's face was gloomy, and he turned around and went deep into the woods without hesitation.

Hua Manlou heard the sound of the sword, and also heard Mu Daoren's somewhat flustered footsteps, and also felt the murderous aura that flashed in front of him from Ye Gucheng. He frowned slightly, "Why is this?"

Sikong Zhaixing looked at Ye Gucheng.

He must know.

But he won't say it.

This person seems to have many secrets.

The honest monk who was left at the end breathed a sigh of relief, "Anyway, we haven't been smashed into pieces yet."

Jiang Chen didn't look back, "Follow me."

Soon, the four figures disappeared into the woods.

Until they saw the dismantled wooden house hidden in the woods.

Sikong Zhaixing finally knew why the sword just now was not aimed at Mu Daoren's neck.

When Hua Manlou arrived here, a little smile appeared on his face.

The honest monk looked at the cold fog around him, shuddered, turned around and saw Hua Manlou, and sighed, "Can you still laugh at this time? The monk just feels very cold now."

Hua Manlou's smile deepened, "I promise, Lu Xiaofeng must be here."

The honest monk's eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"

"Lu Xiaofeng lived in this house."

"Huh?"

"It smells like wine and... wine." He originally wanted to say wine and women. And there are many things that Lu Xiaofeng likes here.

Food, drink, and use. Very complete.

It seems to be a very comfortable life, but Hua Manlou knows Lu Xiaofeng. He will never be so comfortable, even comfortable enough to live in a small wooden house.

Lu Xiaofeng's home has always been an inn.

Hua Manlou's words are of course serious, Lu Xiaofeng is really here.

Soon, the facts show that Hua Manlou's confidence is not without reason.

They passed a swamp and walked through the dense forest path, and vaguely heard the sound of water.

Several people came lightly and had not seen water for two days.

This is nothing to Jiang Chen.

Hua Manlou is anxious for Lu Xiaofeng, but it doesn't matter.

Sikong Zhaixing has trained his endurance beyond ordinary people in order to successfully steal people.

Only the fat monk is very tired without eating or drinking.

The sound of water undoubtedly attracted him.

When he got closer, he could see the exit of the forest.

Jiang Chen frowned suddenly and stretched out his hand without warning to block the people behind him.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng's voice came from outside the forest, "How could I forget! I think I will never forget it in my life..."

There is water! And Lu Xiaofeng!

The honest monk's eyebrows lit up, and even though he was the last, he rushed to the front. Jiang Chen did not stop him. The honest monk almost exerted all his potential, rushed over and shouted, "Lu Xiaofeng! You are here! The monk has been looking for you for a long time! The monk has not drunk water or eaten for three days... I saw you and water today, and I really want Buddha to bless me!

But he got stuck halfway through his words.

Two screams came from outside the forest.

One was male and the other was female.

Jiang Chen turned his face away.

Hua Manlou reacted immediately, was speechless for a moment, and turned his face away.

The honest monk has rushed over again. It seems that the serious heart is used to reflex, and he murmured, "Amitabha, color is emptiness, emptiness is color. Amitabha, Buddha forgive me, Buddha forgive me."

Beside the quiet pond.

Lu Xiaofeng's face turned pale.

A girl was lying beside him.

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