She was forbidden by the monk.

For a while, the task of killing Song Yu'er and Qin Wanwan should not be completed.

But it doesn't matter, two years at most.

When she becomes an adult, she will be able to burn this thing with the Phoenix True Fire.

In this world, Fu Yue doesn't want her own Xiao Tiantian, that guy is cold and scum, she doesn't want to put a hot face on someone's cold ass.

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I've just been sitting in the teahouse for a while.

Sure enough, no matter where you are, the teahouse is the fastest place to get the news.

Fu Yue also heard about the strange things that had happened in this small city recently.

It's a small isolated town, and although it's still bustling and lively, the news is closed, and the people who live here don't know that there are monks in the world.

This was supposed to be a pure land.

Unfortunately, something very strange has happened recently.

One to night.

Originally, the small town should be bustling and lively at night, with vendors setting up stalls and not a small number of people coming out to play.

But this time.

As soon as the sun goes down.

Pedestrians on the street will disappear without a trace in an instant.

The doors of every house are closed.

Because, there are ghosts.

Every night after the sun goes down, a ghost knocks on someone's door, and the next day, a person dies in the town.

There was a lot of panic in the city.

Later, the common people found out that as long as the door of the house was locked, the ghost could not enter.

So, now, as soon as the sun sets, the pedestrians in the city disappear completely, and the doors of every house are closed.

Fu Yue thought this was a strange thing.

This small world is an immortal cultivation plane, and it stands to reason that there should be no ghosts. But if it's not a ghost, then what kind of person will it be, and for what purpose, to engage in ghosts here.

This piqued her curiosity.

……

The sun is setting.

The last rays of sunlight struggled until they were gone.

The dark night, the silence was gloomy, and a miserable white moon hung high in the sky.

The wind howled coldly, and standing on the empty street, the rustle of leaves could be heard from time to time.

The silence outside was terrible, as if the darkness was about to swallow everything, and people did not dare to think about it or wait for the dawn to come.

Fu Yue stood at the mouth of an alley.

She thought about it, and was just about to fly to the roof, but when she was transporting, she unexpectedly found that her spiritual power was inexplicably missing.

I heard the sound of footsteps not far away.

There was also a knock on the door.

Fu Yue knew that it was the so-called ghost who came.

Without spiritual power, Fu Yue was inexplicably a little frightened by this ghost. Although the sky is not afraid of the earth, but after passing through the modern plane and watching some horror movies.

Fu Yue found that it was true that she was afraid of ghosts.

Seeing that the footsteps were about to come, Fu Yue subconsciously retreated.

Caught with one's pants down.

The slender hand covered Fu Yue's lips, and then pulled her back, and the two of them hid in the alley together.

An unfamiliar light fragrance came.

The familiar corner of the snow-colored clothes.

Covering her lips, Fu Yue turned her head and blinked her beautiful and innocent peach blossom eyes, and she saw that it was the snow-clad monk covering her mouth and nose.

Fu Yue subconsciously opened her lips and wanted to say something.

Then, Van Xiu shook his head, and the free hand was raised, and he put a finger against his lips and made a shushing gesture. Motioned for her not to speak.

Fu Yue nodded obediently, lowered his eyes to look at Fan Xiu again, and motioned for him to put down his hand.