Self-cultivation in the world of monster hunting

Chapter 18

Lu Xiang's eyes went dark, and his breath was held in his chest for a moment, and he couldn't breathe out.

He couldn't feel the commotion around him, only felt that he was locked in that dark little house again, without a gleam of light, he opened his mouth to roar and scream crazily, but no sound came out of his throat.The wall was as hard as iron, and no matter how hard he beat it, it couldn't shake an inch.He didn't know how long he had been here. He only felt that the nails on his ten fingers were all peeled off, the fingertips were bloody and fleshy, and then grew back again, but he still couldn't find a way out.

Why not let me die?he thinks.

Then, a hand suddenly appeared in the boundless darkness, that hand gently held his hand, and then held him in his arms.The hard hug was not very warm, but at the moment when he touched it, Lu Xiang seemed to have grasped the straw to save his life.

Lu Xiang's body trembled slightly, and the owner of the embrace put his other hand on the back of his head, and buried his face in his chest.

"Nothing." The man said.

The tone was indifferent, even careless, but in this darkness, it seemed that there was a light shining in.

Lu Xiang was still trembling, but the breath that could not be exhaled finally came out.

Lu Xiang heard his slow and heavy breathing, heard Xingyuan anxiously calling his name on his head, and heard Sijun's strong heartbeat.

Came alive.

The commotion and screams around also returned to Lu Xiang's ears, but they did not affect them.

Lu Xiang felt that Sijun let go of one hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and then a fist-sized flame appeared above his head, and then the flame ran happily to the oil lamps everywhere like a bird.

The next moment, the whole small hall was suddenly lit up, and everyone's eyes hurt from the sudden light. After recovering, an even more eye-stinging picture appeared in front of them.

Sijun and Lu Xiang stood in the middle of the small hall, embracing each other intimately, even after the night pearl illuminated the small hall, they still did not separate, as if there was no one else around.

Crowd: ? ? ?

Xingyuan and Lu Xiaogu collapsed at the same time, fell on Lu Xiang's head and played dead.

After being silent for a while, someone finally shouted: "Something happened!"

Sijun let go of Lu Xiang, and the light shone into Lu Xiang's eyes. He soon woke up from the hallucination. Except for his pale face, there was almost no abnormality in him.

Lu Xiang didn't say thank you to Sijun, but raised his head and smiled at him. Sijun didn't speak, but turned his head to follow the eyes of everyone.

Wenren Feihong fell to the ground in a coma, with a long scratch on his face, and the sword in his hand and the Qiankun bag in the wooden box disappeared at the same time!

Everyone exclaimed and shouted, Ming Zizhen rushed up and hugged Wenren Feihong to check his injuries, and then immediately pinched him.

"Go away! Let me see!" Wen Renxian's muddy voice came, he was completely different from the solemnity just now, he stumbled away from the crowd like a madman, and rushed towards Wenren Feihong.

Wenren Feihong opened his eyes at this moment, but he was still not fully awake, looking at Wenrenxian flickeringly.

Wen Renxian's eyes were wide open, he fell to the ground slumped, grabbed Wenren Feihong's collar and roared loudly: "My sword! Where is my sword! My sword!"

Wenren Feihong was in a state of confusion, and said in a hoarse voice: "Father... Father..."

Wen Renxian looked like he was insane, and when he was about to roar again, he suddenly couldn't catch his breath and passed out instantly.

The scene suddenly became more chaotic, everyone was talking, Wenren Feihong hurriedly shook his father, but the other party didn't respond, Wenren Feihong was in a panic, but Ming Zi really held his breath, pressed Wenren Feihong's shoulder and said: "Ah Hong, you need to calm down even more now."

Wenren Feihong slowly regained his sanity after this sound, he rubbed his face, and quickly asked a few disciples to carry Wen Renxian out, when everyone wanted to follow up to check, Wenren Feihong stood up and blocked the way of everyone .

"Dear guests." Wenren Feihong's face was pale, and the scars on his face were still dripping blood. He wiped it with his sleeve indiscriminately, maintaining his last politeness, and said in a trembling voice, "Please stay a while."

Wen Renxian didn't make it too clear, but everyone knew that when the sword disappeared in full view, everyone in the hall couldn't escape their suspicions, and a body search was inevitable.

And Bo Yangyan, who was the most outstanding just now and asked to take a closer look at the sword, suddenly became the target of everyone's criticism, all eyes were on him, and he blushed again, faltering and daring to speak.

It was Ming Zizhen who stood up again to make a rescue.

"Everyone, please listen to me, I'll just say it straight." Ming Zizhen spoke with magnanimity and righteousness, "That sword has disappeared under our noses, if it gets out, it will damage our reputation in the world. To prove my innocence, I would like to ask Ah Hong to do a body search."

Both Wenren Feihong and Bo Yangyan looked at him gratefully, he nodded slightly, and stood upright with his arms open.

Wenren Feihong said "Excuse me", and then began to search his body, rummaging through his Qiankun bag, but naturally found nothing.Wenren Feihong then said "Excuse me" and stepped back a few steps to leave.

Everyone searched one by one, but still found nothing, until Wenren Feihong came to Bo Yangyan's side.

Bo Yangyan was very nervous, but Lu Xiang was even more nervous than him, his mind was in a mess.

How to explain the Qiankun bag thing?No matter how you explain it, it doesn't make sense!

Lu Xiang had thought of doing tricks to hide the Qiankun bag just now, but he had been stared at by many eyes, and Lu Xiang couldn't do anything about it.

While Lu Xiang was thinking about it, Wenren Feihong had already finished searching Bo Yangyan. The former wanted to take off the latter's shoes and socks to check, but in the end he found nothing.

Wenren Feihong gritted his teeth and let go of Bo Yangyan.

Now only Sijun and Lu Xiang are left.

Wenren Feihong met Shang Lu Xiang's gaze, and was about to attack with soft persimmons first, but Sijun stepped forward, took off the Qiankun bag from his waist, and spread it out for Wenren Feihong to look at.

Wenren Feihong took a look, found nothing, and then planned to do a body search, but Sijun took a step back and said, "It's not me."

Wenren Feihong saluted respectfully, and wanted to say something else, but Sijun repeated: "It's not me."

This sentence already clearly showed his impatience, he raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression was very calm, but it still made people see the meaning of "letting you see the Qiankun bag is already giving you a lot of face".

Wenren Feihong immediately froze in embarrassment, Sijun gave a "tsk" and explained impatiently: "If I want it, I won't use such a roundabout way, I will grab it openly."

Wenren Feihong: ...

Crowd: ...

So bullying!

Ming Zizhen smoothed things over again and said, "Lord Sijun is indeed an upright person."

Wenren Feihong found the bottom of the steps, stopped thinking about searching for Sijun's body, and finally set his sights on Lu Xiang's body.

Nervously, Lu Xiang took out the Qiankun bag, wanting to follow Sijun's example, and calmly said "It's not me", but the moment he opened his mouth, he lost his confidence and said, "This..."

As Lu Xiang said, he looked down at the Qiankun bag in his palm, and suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The original lotus embroidery on a white background has become a chrysanthemum embroidery on a black background.

Lu Xiang was startled, and then felt his hair being pulled again.

It's Lu Xiaogu!

Lu Xiaogu knows illusion, although it is not strong, but the effect is very good in this small range.After all, there are some famous celestial masters in the rivers and lakes around, if they use too powerful illusion, it may cause vigilance.Lu Xiaogu's little cover-up is not easy to be noticed.

Having avoided unnecessary trouble, Lu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and then calmly showed his Qiankun bag to Wenren Feihong.

After digging for a long time, he took out a copy of Longyang Huahua. Wenren Feihong was so blinded, he quickly looked away, stared at Lu Xiang and planned to search again.

Lu Xiang was not afraid, and opened his arms calmly, but at this time, Sijun spoke out again.

"not him."

After Sijun finished speaking, Wenren Feihong's arm that had just been raised froze in mid-air, not knowing whether he should continue.

Sijun kindly added an explanation: "When the lights went out just now, I kept hugging him, so I can be sure it's not him."

Wenren Feihong: ...

Crowd: ...

My father fainted and lost his things, can you stop bullying me!