Chapter 277 of the Human Soul: Inexplicable Doubt

The next morning, Alang woke up in a daze, yawned and stood up.

"Damn old man? What's going on? Are you scared?" A Lang looked at the old man with a shaggy head and straight hair in front of him and scratched his head. After trying the old man's breathing, Alang confirmed that the old man's vital signs were intact.

"What's going on? Why were you burned?" A Lang was curious for a while, patted the old man's cheeks and walked out of the VIP room.

"Wow, that's pretty good!" Alang sighed as he looked at the extremely gorgeous stairs in front of him, "Hello? Hello? Hello! Is anyone there?" Alang shouted for a while, but there was no response until he saw three women falling down on the stairs. Get off the ground.

Thump thump thump, Alang ran quickly and came downstairs.

"Wake up!!!" Alang turned the woman over and smelled the burnt smell coming from her hair. "This is weird. What happened? Was she struck by lightning?"

Just as A Lang turned over the fallen woman in endless confusion, the sound of uniform footsteps came from outside the inn.

There was a sound of uniform footsteps. A Lang raised his head and looked at the door of the inn.

"You brat, I told you not to cause trouble, what kind of monster are you doing?" The person who spoke was not an outsider, but Mr. Rufeng, the lord of Rufeng City.

Seeing Young Master Rufeng entering the inn, Ah Lang stood up to greet him, "It's none of my business. This is what I looked like when I woke up."

Seeing A Lang standing there with an innocent look on his face, Young Master Rufeng frowned slightly, "Where is the old man with the unkempt head?"

"It's upstairs! I slept soundly, but my hair is a little burnt."

"which room?"

"There." Alang picked his nose and raised his hand to point to the room where the old man with the unkempt head lived.

Thumb thump thump, Mr. Rufeng took three steps to the second floor of Qiyuan Inn, and followed the direction of A Lang's finger to the door of the old man's room.

Arriving at the door, Young Master Rufeng couldn't help but open the door, "Hey...what's going on? This old man is so advanced, how could he receive such a heavy blow? Who did it?"

There was no time to speculate too much, Young Master Rufeng stepped into the VIP room, and slightly panicked, he helped up the old man with a shaggy head who was still alive and dead.

"Senior, wake up!" Mr. Rufeng shook the unconscious old man with a shaggy head vigorously. When he saw that the old man with a shaggy head was unresponsive, he immediately used spiritual power to treat him.

"Hmm... um..." After Mr. Rufeng's spiritual treatment, the stiff body of the unkempt old man finally responded.

"Senior, senior, who hurt you?" Seeing the old man with a shaggy head opening his eyes in a trance, Mr. Rufeng asked impatiently.

"He...he..." The shaggy-headed old man used all his strength to sit up and weakly pointed at A Lang, who looked confused downstairs.

"Smelly boy? It's impossible... How could he have such ability? Could it be..." Seeing the unkempt old man's identification, Mr. Rufeng suddenly stood up and looked at A Lang at the bottom of the building with a very solemn expression, "Smelly boy, stop hiding it. Oh, who are you?"

With a hiss, Master Rufeng teleported to A Lang.

"What are you going to do?" Alang was a little panicked when he saw the unfamiliar look in Mr. Rufeng's eyes.

"Evil barrier, a remnant of the Demon Realm? Why don't you show your true colors quickly!!!" Mr. Rufeng scolded him sternly, then waved his hand and signaled the heavily armored city guard at the entrance of Qiyuan Inn to go upstairs to search.

"Are you crazy? Don't you know who I am? What on earth are you going to do?" Seeing Mr. Rufeng waving, A Lang felt inexplicably uncertain. His originally panicked expression instantly returned to calmness. After a slight guess, he narrowed his eyes. "For Nianlang's sake, I advise you not to act recklessly..."