long night walk

Chapter 255

This dream was so clear, as if at the moment of the light sleep just now, his soul was really caught in some kind of wonderful summoning.

Bailian looked down at the bright red mark on his wrist.

He was not awakened by the sound of the ancient vicissitudes of life in the dream, but the imprint on his wrist suddenly heated up and scalded, emitting a severe pain like a brand imprint, which woke him up.

The ghost marriage seal flickered constantly, and the color became brighter and redder, like weeping blood.

Bailian frowned deeply, his palm pressed on the ghost marriage seal, and the scorching aura was continuously conveyed from the seal to the palm of his hand.

He has not yet entered the inner city, and now his situation... seems to have become more and more complicated.

King's head.

What is that?
Why was he summoned by that voice of consciousness?

Fang Geyu, who also bears the ghost marriage seal, will the same thing happen to him tonight.

Get up and push the window, the night is still deep.

Bailian looked up at the sparse starry sky, and his mood became heavy because of the strange voice.

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The wind whistled in the boundless desert of the vast sea, and under the sun, rolled up golden yellow sand.

Carrion-eating vultures circled in the sky, the yellow sand was in the sky, the wind was like a blade, and the few figures of Yu Yu walking alone in the desert could be vaguely seen.

On the border of this desert wasteland, there are defeated and barren border town tribes.

A round of golden sun hangs high above the sky, not welcoming the desert border town at night. The temperature is so high that the surrounding air is slightly distorted.

On this day, the barren and defeated town welcomed many travelers from other places.

The blazing sun shone on the dry land, and the strong wind swept the yellow sand all over the ground. The red couplet on the old wooden door was tossed off, rolling in the wind and sand and blowing into the distance.

A yellow pole was slanted into the wooden door, and the end of the pole was flickering with an unburned lantern.

This is the only inn in the town.

Compared with deserted towns, there are many kinds of travelers in the inn.

The old inn was in disrepair, and the floor was creaky when the guests came and went.

Such a failed inn will naturally not have any private rooms.

The lobby with limited space is naturally too noisy and chaotic.

There was only a guest seat at the corner of the inn, and a dark curtain was drawn around, and a slender figure could vaguely be seen under the curtain, drinking and drinking.

The color of the curtains is very dark, and the corners are very slanted. It seems that the sun is deliberately avoided, so that the scenery at this table seems a bit lonely and deserted, which is out of tune with the atmosphere in the inn.

It's not that no one doesn't want to lift the curtain to see what the style is inside.

It's just that when the people in the inn saw a string of wet red splashing down on the dark curtain at some point, and a white lion lying drunk under the slender figure, they consciously took care of their hands and feet.

After all, at times like this, even border towns can occasionally hide dragons.

The atmosphere in the inn is very harmonious. You come and go, even if you don't know each other, but in this world of people, you can still get to know each other and meet friends through drinks.

The owner of the inn was an elderly man with gray hair and a slightly hunched back.

But no one dared to make trouble again on credit.

Even though he was wiping the table and pouring wine for the guests, he smiled respectfully and ingratiatingly, looking very much like an elderly person who came out to make a living.

Because it is possible to let such a dilapidated inn run for decades in a small town on the border of Zhao Kingdom, but anyone who has a brain will not choose to make trouble here.

Zhao Kingdom is different from the other three big countries. Zhao Kingdom regards martial arts as its respect, and believes in demons.

In the territory of Zhao Kingdom, every inch of land is full of dangers, and this is not a peaceful country.

Even this seemingly harmonious and happy inn became eerily quiet because of the arrival of the group.

This group of people, wearing purple robes, with a saber-toothed tiger pattern printed on their chests, a sword hanging from their waists, and a short sword in their sleeves, is the official attire of the Wandao Xianmeng.

The Ten Thousand Paths Immortal Alliance, the famous Immortal Sect force among the nations of the four seas.

But at this moment, it has appeared on the territory of Zhao Kingdom without any cover.

The leader of this group is a young man. Although he looks ordinary, his clothes are subtly different from those of the people behind him. Obviously, he is a master of noble status.

The young man ignored the diners in the inn, whose eyes gradually became dangerous and fierce, and found a table on his own. Behind him, a disciple of Wandao Xianmeng wiped the table and stool for him, then sat down and ordered two plates of side dishes.

Different from the attitude of the people around, the owner of the inn still maintains a respectful attitude, greets him with a smile, and is courteous.

Obviously, he is unwilling to intervene in this situation of the righteous and demonic struggle.

The people of the Wan Dao Xianmeng seem to be full of style, but when you look around, they are all of the younger generation. Without the elders to lead the way, they are no different from a group of fresh and delicious lambs roaming in the dangerous wolf's den. middle.

If he doesn't make a move, it doesn't mean that no one will show his fangs and claws.

The young man sitting alone seemed to sense the strong hostility in the inn, as well as the ferocious gazes around him like wolves.

He laughed and ate two mouthfuls of vegetables, then Shi Shiran wiped his mouth with a clean handkerchief, showing the bearing and style of a noble son of an aristocratic family, and then he took out a heavy object from his sleeve.

He smiled sideways, and glanced at everyone: "You all look at me like this, maybe it's because I want to have a meal with me, haha, I'm not a narrow-minded person, if you want to come and have a drink, it's all right. welcome."

When people saw the things in the hands of the young man slowly being placed on the table, their expressions changed in surprise, and their expressions became extremely ugly and solemn.

It was a vajra.

The pestle presses the compass, and the square coils the snake.

The vajra is surrounded by blue talisman paper, and the runes are painted with bright red cinnabar.

When the young man's fingers left the vajra, everyone in the inn felt an incomparable sense of oppression.

Even the old boss who went to get the wine couldn't help but change his face, his turbid eyes fixed on the young man's face.

Seeing that no one dared to move, the young man sneered, took a sip from the glass, and said leisurely: "Penglai Immortal Island, it really lived up to the asceticism."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone's faces became more and more gloomy and ugly, and there was fear.

The innkeeper put the wine from Kaifeng on the table, rubbed his index finger, the turbidity of his yellow eyes became more and more intense, he laughed, rolled up his sleeves and said, "I don't know which one of the Wandao Xianmeng is yours. son?"

The young man raised his brows and said, "My father, the deputy leader of the Xianmeng, Baili Gu."

The smile on the old man's face did not change: "It turned out to be Young Master Baili."

Baili snorted lightly: "How sure is it?"

The old man's eyes were inexplicable, and he glanced at him: "Master Baili is joking, everyone knows that the leader of the Xianmenggu has two children, the elder is named Pian Pian, the younger is named Xianxian, and the son is full of glory. The heroic spirit is compelling, naturally it can't be that Miss Xianxian."

(End of this chapter)