Under the night sky, the huge capital city is like an endless giant beast lying on the earth, trying to choose people to eat.

"Gugu~"

The faint sound of the night owls is circulating back and forth, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Du~~Du!Du! The weather is dry, be careful of the fire and candle."

"The third update is coming, we will prevent thieves and thefts, and close the doors and windows."

The old man in Xicheng renovator beat the bamboo bang and patrol the streets, but his voice was still calm and lazy, no different from usual, but if someone followed him, he would find that he was walking in a hurry.

At this moment, in the old Bangzi's hand, the bamboo gang heirloomed in the cold wind.

"What's going to happen tonight." Lao Bangzi was almost sure.

Four generations of the Chen family fought, and never died suddenly. No matter what dangers, they could always turn bad luck into good fortune, relying on this keenness.

It’s a pity that Lao Bangzi has no education. If he can write books and biography, with the ability of the Chen family, every word he says will become a golden rule for fighting people.

Old Bangzi speeds up and plans to end this tour as soon as possible.

The waning moon hangs high, the clouds are dark and the wind is high.

There is a saying that when the moon is dark and the fire is set on the night of the storm.

In the air, dangerous breath is gathering.

It is much safer to pass through the alley in front of you and enter the street.

But at this moment, a light sound, a black thing appeared from nowhere and stood in the middle of the alley, blocking the old man's way. He could vaguely see a dark red dress, not tall, like a hunchbacked little old man.

The old man stopped, and his hair was blown up.

In my hand, the originally slightly hot bamboo bulb was so hot that it was almost impossible to hold it.

"Wu! Who dares to block my night patrol? I will let you go quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you!" The old man took a deep breath, pointed at the thing and said something like a bell, full of energy.

This is the ancestral method of terrorizing nights. If you fight for the night patrol, you will inevitably encounter some unexplainable things.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are afraid of people seven points.

If you are not afraid of the match, you will win half first. If you are afraid of the match, you will lose half first.

No matter what is opposite, a loud roar can often solve 70% of the trouble, while the remaining 30% depends on fate and strength.

But it is obvious that the thing opposite is not something that can be scared away by a simple yell.

The color of dark red is not commonly used by people, and the high gates and courtyards do not like it. There is only one place that is commonly used - shrines.

The old man was actually sure that this thing was very fierce. Before the night patrol, the military officer of Xicheng also specifically said that a ferocious corpse in a shroud had fled into the capital, so be careful.

It was the thing in front of me who was hit by me.

The method of terrorizing the night is just to treat the dead horse as a living horse.

As expected, the thing not only did not retreat, but rushed towards the old bangzi.

When the old man saw it, he turned around and ran away.

The shrill shouts echoed in the night wind.

"Help!!"

A shout alarmed countless night-walking creatures wandering outside the night patrol fire.

Looking down from a high altitude, at least three black shadows rushed towards it quickly.

The first one to arrive was a masked man in a night-mounted dress. He was extremely agile. He reached out and gently patted his hand over the wall and left a palm print on it.

"Help, help!"

When the old man saw it, he hurriedly shouted for help.

The masked man turned into a afterimage and passed by the old man. With one hand on his face, a yellow cloth bag appeared.

He quickly recited a mantra in his mouth, and the yellow cloth bag was rising in the wind and headed towards the shroud corpse.

When the shroud corpse saw it, she screamed and turned around and slipped away, and was very scared of the yellow cloth bag.

However, as soon as the yellow cloth bag was opened, the wind was rolling back, and the corpse of the shroud did not move forward but retreated, and was sucked in in a flash.

What was even more magical was still behind. After sucking the corpse of the shroud in the yellow cloth bag, it shrank rapidly. The masked man reached out and put it on his shoulders, just like half a bag of rice flour, shrinking several times.

The old man was stunned. This was definitely a strange person.

Seeing the masked man coming, he hurriedly bowed: "Thank you for your life-saving kindness, little old man..."

But before he finished speaking, he found that there was a cold knife in his hand at some point.

The old man sucked the breath that had not yet been breathed.

"Help!"

The old man shouted again in the night wind.

The old man turned around and ran away.

This is a wicked person!

But his speed was no more than that of the masked man. The masked man jumped behind the old bangzi in a few steps and slashed at his neck with a knife.

If the old man had run away at that time, this would be nothing.

But he must not stop. There is only one kind of person in the world who can keep secrets to the greatest extent, that is, the dead, and that is not absolute.

But he deserves his life, but not his life. At this moment, a sudden change arises.

With a "swoosh", something black hit the masked man violently.

The masked man's eyes changed drastically, and he abandoned his sword like lightning.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the sharp blade with a cold light instantly turned into pieces, covering the masked man.

The masked man could not dodge without any defense. He had a piece of his arm and suddenly he was shot in blood, and the yellow cloth bag fell to the ground.

"Who is coming?" The masked man covered his arms with a serious expression.

Because at this time he discovered that there was a very faint shadow in the darkness under the wall opposite, and he could only vaguely identify the human figure.

A black weapon in his hand didn't even reflect the light, so he couldn't see clearly what it was.

"I, Wei Wu, the corpse of Feiyuwei, who are you?" The phantom walked out of the darkness under the wall, and showed his true body under the faint moonlight. He turned out to be a young man in a coarse linen.

"Flying Fish Guard Corpse Burning Hall?"

A trace of suspicion flashed in the masked man's eyes.

But he did not entangle, and reached out to grab the yellow cloth bag on the ground like lightning.

The person who comes is extremely strong and weird, so it is not suitable to confront him.

But the next moment, something extremely bizarre happened. He felt a flash in front of him, and he was standing under the wall.

Opposite the young man in Mai grinned and bent down to pick up the yellow cloth bag.

"Move...move shape and change shadow?"

The masked man was filled with deep horror when his eyes were neutral.

The technique of changing shapes and shadows comes from Zhuge's secret technique more than two thousand years ago, and has been lost for nearly a thousand years.

Today, the world has reappeared?

"Who are you?" the masked man almost exclaimed.

"Why are you asking again? Wei Wu, I will change my name or not, remember." The young man in mahjong carried a yellow cloth bag on his shoulder, and looked up and down at the masked man, as if he was measuring something.

The masked man suddenly felt like a ray of light on his back. Without any hesitation, he turned around and jumped into the yard next to him and disappeared.

Suddenly he ran away.

Seeing this, the young man in Mai curled his lips and cursed: "Let you go today, and let you lie down next time I meet you again."

However, at this moment, a spell suddenly sounded in the night wind: "The universe is not effective, all dharmas are destroyed, and they are broken!"

I saw the yellow cloth bag "swallowing", and the corpse of the shroud fell out of the bag, and ran away when he saw it growing in the wind.

The young man in Mai looked at it and his eyes narrowed.
Chapter completed!