Chapter 740: Magical reform is not random reform
“Bang, bang, bang.”
In the middle of the night, Xia Bing knocked on the door of the inn frantically.
"Sir, do you want to stay in the hotel?" The sleepy waiter opened the wooden door and asked softly.
"What kind of hotel are you staying in? Take me to the second floor quickly. Something big has happened." Xia Bing said.
The waiter was frightened by her and did not dare to stop her. He followed her upstairs in fear. When he came to a guest room, he suddenly smelled the smell of blood and his feet became weak uncontrollably.
Xia Bing pressed her hand on the wooden door, and a ball of green light emerged from her palm. The wooden door opened immediately. Pang Yong and the waiter looked into the house together, but because of the dim light, they could not see anything clearly.
"Hoo, ho..."
Pang Yong reached out and took out a fire stick from his arms, lit it and shined it into the room. He saw blood dripping from the bed and a pair of men lying in the blood. skeleton.
“Ho~”
The waiter gasped, his eyes widened, then turned white, and fell to the ground with a thud.
But no one cared about him at this time. Pang Yong, who was holding the fire seal, asked in a trembling voice: "What is going on?"
He is the god of death on the battlefield. He has courage beyond all others; he once killed hundreds of enemy soldiers with his own strength, and his hands were stained with blood.
I thought there would be nothing in this world that would scare him, but the scene he experienced today made him feel terrified from the bottom of his heart.
“One look across the house can turn a person into blood.” Xia Bing said solemnly: “This is a magic that is beyond my reach. I am no match.”
Pang Yong took a deep breath and said: "What should we do?"
Xia Bing: "Are you a local?"
Pang Yong was stunned and hesitated: "That's right."
"If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What does it mean?"
"That is."
Xia Bing nodded: "Based on your martial arts level, you can probably come into contact with some extraordinary beings... Are there any familiar experts in the city? We need strong helpers."
Pang Yong's mind The two Taoists he met in the palace suddenly flashed across his mind, and he hesitated whether he should say it or not.
"What are you hesitating about?" Xia Bing asked.
Pang Yong: "I know where there are experts, but I'm not familiar with them."
"It's good to know, it doesn't matter whether we are familiar with them or not." Xia Bing breathed a sigh of relief, almost Yu said commandingly: "Take me to see them. If you have anything to hide, just tell me their location."
"I'll take you there." Pang Yong turned his head and glanced at the skeleton on the bed, secretly making up his mind.
After the two left, the figure of the yellow-haired man suddenly appeared in the room, murmuring: "Exalted Master?"
The next moment, his body suddenly became illusory, like an illusion and smoke. , flew up, followed the two people quietly, and gradually arrived in front of the palace.
“I can’t find you no matter how hard I look for you, so you are here.”
Just when Pang Yong knocked on the door, the yellow-haired man looked at the mansion intently, with a smile on his face meaning.
But when he sensed the other two powerful auras in the mansion, the smile gradually faded, and his body slowly retreated, gradually disappearing into the darkness.
This house is guarded by gods. Although he is not afraid, he does not dare to storm in.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk-tuk."
"Here comes someone, open the door!"
Pang Yong raised his arm and knocked on the door, shouting loudly.
Soon, a servant carrying a lantern opened the door of the mansion. When he saw Pang Yong, he saluted quickly: "Master Pang Pang."
"I'd like to thank Mr. Wang, I have something important to ask him."
“Yes, please wait.”
< br>In the blink of an eye, Wang Sheng, wearing a long black gown, appeared in front of the door with his wife, and saluted: "Brother Yong."
Pang Yong returned the salute with his fists raised, and solemnly said: "Wang Sheng, I'm here to see you. Two Taoist priests”
Wang Sheng turned to look at the servants who were waiting behind him: "Go and invite the two Taoist priests."
"No need, we are already here." Under the moonlight, two figures, one tall and one short, joined hands. When he came, it was Qin Yao who spoke.
"Taoist priest Lin, Taoist priest Qin." Wang Sheng greeted.
"Benefactor." Pang Yong clasped his fists.
Qin Yao looked at him and then at the girl standing next to him: "Are you here to ask for help?" Pang Yong was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely: "My benefactor has a clever plan."
"Tell me, what is the specific situation."
Pang Yong glanced at Xia Bing and then told everything about today's events.
"Yellow-haired demon, attacking from the air, bloody skeleton..."
Qin Yao murmured to himself, and a flash of light quickly flashed in his mind.
He knew who it was.
Painted Skin 1 was born out of the Liaozhai story.
Magic modification is not random modification, and variables are not messing around with.
In the story of Liaozhai, it is impossible for characters from Journey to the West or Fengshen to appear. There is a huge gap in levels between the two. If they are forcibly integrated, the world view will be very torn.
The only monster that meets the above three characteristics in Liaozhai stories is the scorpion spirit in "The Scorpion Guest", whose common name is the yellow-haired ghost.
As for the content of the story of Scorpion Guest - to put it simply, it is the process of a scorpion spirit with great supernatural powers taking revenge on the scorpion merchant for his own kind.
"Where is that demon now?" While Qin Yao was pondering, Uncle Jiu asked.
"In Dongcheng, Yuelai Inn." Pang Yong replied.
Uncle Jiu looked at Qin Yao: "Go and have a look."
Qin Yao nodded silently.
"Do you need me to do anything?" Wang Sheng asked.
Uncle Jiu: "Wait for our news."
It's not that he looks down on Wang Sheng, but based on Pang Yong's statement, Wang Sheng's bringing people to help will only be a disservice.
Shao Yan.
When Uncle Jiu, Qin Yao, Pang Yong, and Xia Bing left side by side, an illusory shadow suddenly flew into the palace, penetrated the wall, and appeared in a boudoir.
"He ran very fast."
The true body appeared in front of the bed, and he reached out to touch the still warm bed. The yellow-haired devil's eyes narrowed into a thin slit, and a cold light flashed through.
East of the city, Yuelai Inn.
Uncle Jiu looked up at the small wooden building and said solemnly: "It's not here."
Xia Bing was stunned and quickly picked up the crystal bottle tied to his waist. It turned out to be completely dark inside.
"Could it be that he had a premonition of danger and ran away in advance?" Pang Yong said.
Qin Yao shook his head: "Don't you think there is a more reasonable explanation?"
"What explanation?"
"From the moment you followed each other You have already been exposed to each other from the beginning."
"How is that possible?"
Xia Bing, who had always been taciturn, said in shock: "If that's the case, why did he turn a blind eye to us?"
"Because he has a bigger goal and doesn't want to lose the big for the small." Uncle Jiu said.
Xia Bing: "..."
"Is there any way to find him?" Pang Yong asked.
He shuddered at the thought of a murderous goblin who was planning something in Jiangdu City.
Uncle Jiu counted with his fingers and shook his head: "I can't figure it out."
Qin Yao: "He will jump out on his own, I'm sure!"
The next day, afternoon.
The sun is shining brightly.
Pei Rong and her maid walked out of her cloth shop. When they passed by a Gua stall, an old Taoist priest with a childlike face and white beard and hair suddenly opened his eyes and said loudly: "Madam, please stay!"
(End of this chapter)