The window had been open for too long, and the air-conditioning had penetrated the room inside and outside. Wu Fan hurriedly closed the window, and then he felt a little warmer.
When Wu Fan wanted to close the window latch, he found that the thing was a little loose. Even if the window was closed, cold wind would still come in through the gap.
As a result, Wu Fan conveniently stuck the Lingyin Stick on the window lattice to stop the invisible invasion, and then looked for something to replace the old immortal.
The old immortal was in the spiritual yin stick and had adapted to the extreme yin energy. Of course, this level of coldness could not help him, but he felt unhappy at being treated as a tool.
After complaining for a while, the old immortal hurriedly returned to the topic: "Little friend, what did you find?"
Wu Fan nodded slightly: "It's late at night, and there is indeed a ghost!"
"Is there a ghost? Ha! According to the old immortal, this must be someone pretending to be a ghost!"
"The evil spirit is right, and there is more than one of them!"
The opera ghost is good at observing changes in emotions. Although the distance between the two places makes it very vague, he believes that he will not be mistaken.
"To be able to lurk in the ice and snow at night without leaving any trace, these guys are definitely extraordinary!" Wu Fan frowned.
"What should we do? Let's go out and have a look?" the old immortal asked.
It was late at night, and as long as the opponent was not ridiculously strong, he would not be Wu Fan's opponent at all. After all, the latter was half a moon-watcher.
"We don't know their purpose of coming yet, so it's better not to alert others..." At this point, Wu Fan asked Xiang Gui, "Xi Gui, did you arouse the other party's suspicion just now?"
"Don't worry, class leader, I just used a simple sound transmission technique. Even if they suspect it, they will never suspect us!" The actor said confidently.
"That's good..." Wu Fan thought about it. It was still ten miles away from here, and with the violent wind and snow, no one would hear him even if he tore his throat.
"Looking at how cautious they are, they probably won't show up tonight... Just rest." Wu Fan exchanged one last word, then fell back to sleep, no longer affected by the harsh environment and the old immortal leaning against the window lattice.
…
Under the ice and snow, there is a very secret underground space.
With a squeaking sound, a weak candlelight illuminated the place.
Although the space here is not small, it is packed with people. They have different body shapes, but similar dark eyes, shining brightly in the candlelight.
"Come here, kneel down!" It turns out that there is room in the space here, but no one dares to come within two meters of the speaker, so it seems very crowded.
Hearing this cold and ruthless voice, one of the people in the crowd suddenly lost the light in his eyes, staggered closer and fell on the ground.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Under the candlelight, this man's figure merged with the darkness ahead, like a demon, which made people feel oppressive.
The man bent his body like a prawn and wanted to put his head in his stomach: "Sir, please calm down! This matter is indeed not my fault. The reason why I stepped back... was because I heard a ghost scream!"
"Howling ghosts?" The man in the darkness sneered, "I'm giving you a chance, but you can't make up a decent excuse?"
"What an injustice! Lord Sect Master, every word I said is true, every word is true, and there is absolutely no lie!" The man was finally willing to pull out his head, but what he saw was a back figure.
Looking slightly stunned, the man hurriedly pointed behind him: "By the way! There were several Tianmen brothers beside me just now. They must have heard it too! Tianmen seventy-six, Tianmen sixty-three... Tell the master of the gate quickly!"
Hearing this, two voices in the crowd said in unison: "Tianmen Eleven, I'm really sorry, we...didn't hear it."
"What?" Tianmen Eleven was so worried that he was sweating profusely when he heard this, "Brothers, I usually take care of you well, so please don't repay kindness with enmity!"
"Tianmen Eleven, don't get me wrong. We just don't dare to deceive the sect master. If you don't hear it, you don't hear it. I'm sorry." The two people looked obviously embarrassed.
"You...what else can you say?" in the dark
The man didn't even move, "If not, just end it yourself."
Bang!
A dagger fell in front of Tianmen Eleven.
"I...I heard it! I really heard it! Lying! They are lying!" Tianmen Eleven suddenly became excited, "Master, you must believe me!"
"Of course I believe you." The man said calmly, "But you almost caused the failure of our entire operation, and punishment is inevitable."
"I understand..." Tianmen Eleven slowly lowered his body and held the dagger in his hand, "It is the honor of my life to be appreciated by the master of the sect... so..."
Before Tianmen Eleven finished speaking, he had already sent cold light to the back of the black shadow's head.
His movements were so fast that the candle flame was in danger.
As a killer, the most important thing is to hide the murderous intention. Those who shout "You go to hell!", "I will kill you!" and so on are often reckless people.
The sudden abnormality occurred, which no one expected, but none of these bystanders said anything or stopped it.
In the Spark Sect, as long as you have the ability to deal with the strong ones, you can occupy the magpie's nest and replace the other party's name. Therefore, this is not because they are disloyal, but they are no longer surprised by this kind of behavior.
At such a close range, with your back turned to the opponent, it is simply impossible to dodge this attack! Tianmen Eleven's dagger sank into the back of the head of the sect leader without any accident, and then the candle went out.
"It's done! Hahahaha...it's done!" After solving the sect master, it means that he has become the sect master. Tianmen Eleven laughed loudly without scruples, extremely arrogant.
Looking at the crowd, there was a trace of... mockery on their faces at the same time.
The candles had been extinguished, and the faces of the crowd could not be seen clearly. What illuminated their faces now was a spark behind Tianmen Eleven.
"Killing yourself is the easiest way to die. It's a pity... you chose the hardest way." And the arsonist who spoke appeared behind Tianmen Eleven at some point, with fire dancing on his fingertips.
"How is it possible... ah!" Tianmen Eleven had just reacted, but before he finished speaking, it turned into a scream... It should be said to be a wail.
That little spark had obviously just appeared, but it crawled all over Tianmen Eleven's body in a matter of breaths, wrapping him into a burning man and curling up on the ground. He wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move.
"Why are you still standing there? You've been freezing for so long, come here to get warm." With the light of the fire, a face gradually became clear. If Wu Fan was here, he would be familiar with it, because he had only seen this face not long ago. , he is none other than Lang Qianxun, the master of the Spark Sect!
Surrounding the Tianmen Eleven in the center, they watched helplessly as the latter slowly burned to charcoal. Although the smell of burning here was overwhelming, they didn't even dare to frown, for fear that they would be implicated...
…
Back here, Wu Fan had just woken up when he heard Wu Mian's shouting from outside.
He sat up suddenly, and then his heart was beating wildly. He had slept so soundly that he didn't even notice the movement around him.
"Old Immortal, what time is it now?" Wu Fan asked hurriedly.
"Who is the old immortal? There is no old immortal here, there is only a window latch." Wu Fan replied with a complaint.
"Uh..." Wu Fan slapped his head. He wanted to find a tool to replace the old immortal last night, but was distracted by the subsequent exchange and actually forgot about it.
He hurriedly took the old fairy off the window. Fortunately, the snow had stopped and the wind had stopped outside, and there was no cold wind pouring in anymore.
After a few words of apology to Lao Xian and comforting him, Wu Fan opened the door.
"Sister-in-law, the boss specifically told you to stay here before he left. If you just leave like this! How can I explain it to the boss!"
"Ouch! What are you talking about? Don't forget that you are the teacher here now, so don't meddle in other people's business!"
"My dear sister-in-law! If you really leave from here, I'm afraid I will have to go to the underworld to teach!"
"It was my own choice to leave here. He is not unreasonable and will not embarrass you! Don't worry!" Qingluan comforted, "I was there because of
We had to stay here because of the blizzard, and now that we have finally caught up with such good weather, we really can’t delay any longer! "
"That won't work!" Wu Mian's face darkened, "Sister-in-law, if you don't listen to me again, don't blame me for being rude!"
"You're welcome? Haha... I want to see how you can be polite?" Qingluan said with a half-smile.
"Hmph! Sister-in-law, of course I can't stop you if you want to leave, but if you leave in the first place, I will hang you at the door of the school immediately!" Wu Mian pulled out a rope from somewhere and began to slowly tie a knot.
"You...you are shameless!" Qingluan didn't expect Wu Mian to use such means, and he stamped his feet angrily.
"As long as you can keep your sister-in-law, you can say whatever you want!" Wu Mian slapped her neck.
Although he didn't know the cause and effect, Wu Fan also got a general idea of what happened. Seeing the two of them acting like they were in an opera, Wu Fan felt it was both funny and heart-warming.
Hearing the movement next to him, Wu Mian, who was holding his neck, happened to see Wu Fan, and then his eyes lit up.
"Good nephew! Come and help me persuade your mother! Your mother has to leave here! Ouch!" As he said this, Wu Mian suddenly screamed.
"Nonsense! Shut up!" Qingluan shouted secretly and stepped on Wu Mian's foot, causing the latter to burst into tears.
She didn't want to disturb Wu Fan's rest, nor did she want him to worry. She originally wanted to leave secretly while Wu Fan was still resting, but she didn't expect that the latter would wake up.
"Godmother, are you leaving?" Wu Fan asked doubtfully. His expression was not pretending to match Wu Mian, but because he knew that this was his hometown.
"Ahem, She'er, you misunderstood... Godmother said... that I want to walk around the room and want to stretch my body." Qingluan glared at Wu Mian, signaling the latter not to talk nonsense.
"So that's how it is." Wu Fan didn't show anything strange, he just nodded in agreement.
"The activities are done, I'm going back first." It was no longer possible to leave today, so Qingluan had no choice but to give up.
"Sister-in-law, I'm going to prepare the food right now." Wu Mian was relieved when he heard this. As expected, it was still useful to speak like a son.
"Uncle Wu Mian."
"Ah?" Thinking of the scene he witnessed last night, Wu Mian suddenly shuddered and shook his head repeatedly: "Brother Qingshe, in private it is better for us to treat each other as brothers..."
"Okay..." Wu Fan just wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect Wu Mian to have such a big reaction, and he didn't insist anymore. After all, his mother's matters were more important.
With that said, Wu Fan pointed to the rope in Wu Mian's hand: "Brother Wu Mian, are you still going to hang yourself at the door of the school?"
"Hang your ass! Can't you hear the joke?" Wu Mian's face darkened and he pointed to the backyard, "The soil is ready. You wait here while I catch a few rabbits and bring them back!"
"Catching rabbits again. Brother Wu Mian is planning to kill the rabbits together?" Wu Fan smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry! There is no shortage of hares here. I have been catching them for several days..." Wu Mian shrugged.
"Since Brother Wu Mian doesn't need it, can you lend me the rope?"
"Of course...but what are you doing with the rope?"
"I still feel that just having hares is boring. I want to go to the stream to catch some fish..."
