This is a pretty luxurious hotel room.
The gorgeous lady in a lake-green cheongsam stood in front of the semi-curved floor-to-ceiling window full of Falan style, looking through the glass at the Lanxin Theater, which was separated by two interfaces.
Besides her, there was also the pretty maid Xiaolan in the room.
However, another handsome young man was nowhere to be seen.
At the entrance of the Lyceum Theater, sporadic audiences were still running out of the theater, and riots had begun to spread on the street.
Xiaolan came to the lady's side holding a cup of coffee. The aroma of the coffee made the lady turn her head, and then she frowned and said:
"Why do you do this? You know I don't like these things from the Western Continent."
Xiaolan lowered her head in fear.
"Madam, I was busy and forgot just now."
"Forget it, drink it yourself."
The noble lady turned her head and continued to look at the Lyceum Theater in the distance.
"Madam, when will the corpse puppet come back?"
Xiaolan's question came from behind.
The lady frowned imperceptibly.
Yes, yes, why hasn’t the corpse puppet come back?
Calculating the time, the corpse puppet should have dealt with those disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance long ago.
When this idea first came up, the lady's pretty face suddenly turned pale, her curvy body swayed slightly, and then she stretched out a hand and placed it on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?"
Xiaolan quickly put the cup of coffee down on the table next to her, and then supported the lady.
"Help me to the bed."
The lady said in a weak voice.
Xiaolan helped her walk to the bed. The noble lady sat down, picked up a white towel on the bedside, covered her mouth and coughed lightly. When she took the white towel away, she saw a bright red ball on the white towel. of blood.
"lady……"
Xiaolan looked at the blood on the white scarf and called out in fear again.
"I'm fine."
The lady wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and said quietly:
"But the corpse puppet is dead, so I suffered a little backlash."
"Ah! How could the corpse puppet die? Isn't he made from a corpse?"
"How can an ordinary corpse be made into a corpse puppet with intelligence? Only a half-yang and half-yin corpse whose soul has not dissipated after death can make a corpse puppet with the same intelligence as ordinary people."
The lady shook her head and explained:
"So although the corpse puppet is not a living creature, it is not a real zombie either. He will still die."
"Then who killed the Corpse Puppet? Didn't Madam say that the Corpse Puppet's strength is that of a practitioner who is approaching the fetal stage? None of the Seven Immortals Alliance disciples who were in the theater just now seemed to have this strength! "
Yes, who killed the corpse puppet?
The lady also looked a little confused.
Was there a strong person hidden in the theater just now that he didn't know about?
Or maybe he misjudged those young disciples of the Seven Immortals Alliance?
No, you can’t read that wrong!
The strongest of those young disciples has only perfected Zhou Tian Gong and has not yet entered the realm of first consciousness, while the weakest one is practicing the Nine Turns of Pure Yang Kung and has just succeeded in channeling Qi. They have definitely not killed the corpse puppet. ability!
"Madam, should we go back and take a look?"
Seeing the lady's deeply furrowed eyebrows, Xiaolan couldn't help but ask softly.
"No, ask Jiang Ming to check out now! Let's get out of here."
The lady shook her head and said:
"Those three old guys should be here soon. When they see the corpse puppets, they should be able to guess our identities."
"...It's a pity that we let them know too early this time..."
…
The strange man's head fell to the ground.
Then the burly body slowly fell down. Although there was no blood flowing out of his neck, he still fell down.
This guy can still kill!
Watching this scene, Shu Guan finally breathed a sigh of relief. The peach wood sword flew back to his hand, and then Shu Guan sat down on the ground.
The sword just now took away all the spiritual power he had cultivated in the past few months. At this moment, Shu Guan's meridians were empty, and he felt so weak all over that he couldn't even stand up for a while.
But before he drew his sword, he didn't know what the final result would be!
But that was the only thing he could do at the time.
He couldn't beat that ghost-like man with a fight, and among the Taoist arts he knew, the only one he could attack was Qingping's sword-controlling technique.
There was only one thought in Shu Guan's mind just now, that is, he hoped that his sword control skills could be the same as the wall penetration skills, which would be more powerful than normal.
Fortunately, his wish came true. His sword control skills were indeed as abnormal as his wall penetration skills.
Of course, Shu Guan still didn't know how abnormal his sword strike just now was.
Because he had never seen the third senior sister Rui Jianqiao perform Qingping's sword-fighting skills, and he didn't know how powerful that ghost-like middle-aged man was, let alone what it meant when his sword created the image of Pingye.
Sitting on the ground, Shu Guan took a few deep breaths.
Then not far away, under the rubble of the wall that had just been knocked down by the ghost-like man, a figure stood up.
The person who stood up was actually Mr. Tan.
I have to say that this guy was very lucky. He was pinned down by a falling wall. He didn't seem to be seriously injured, except for a few blood marks on his face.
Young Master Tan crawled out from the rubble, looked around, then looked at Shu Guan who was sitting on the ground, then let out a strange scream and ran away in a rolling crawl.
...It seems that he hasn't put on the Forgetfulness Talisman yet...
Shu Guan thought so, but there was nothing he could do at this time, because his whole body was still sore and weak, and he could not even stand up. Shu Guan did not know that this was the sequelae of his spiritual power being emptied instantly.
However, Fifth Senior Brother seems to have said that it doesn't matter if you miss one or two people occasionally...
Shu Guan could only comfort himself in this way.
Not long after Mr. Tan ran away, there seemed to be a faint sound of sirens outside the theater, as well as the sound of many chaotic footsteps.
Also, after so much time has passed, what happened in the theater should definitely call for patrols and fire fighters.
But the Sixth Senior Brother is still unconscious over there, and there is also the academy disciple named Yang Jianqing. Just now, Shu watched his body shaking slightly, and he should not be dead.
Shu Guan struggled to stand up, and first went over to take Sixth Senior Brother and Yang Jianqing away from here.
However, at this moment, the sirens and footsteps outside seemed to suddenly disappear.
Then he saw a pair of shoes.
It was a pair of thick cloth high shoes.
Shu Guan quickly looked up and saw that there was someone beside him. He was an old man with a slender face and a frail appearance. He had a snow-white goatee and was wearing the kind of clothes worn by academy disciples. He wears a long robe with wide sleeves and a long sword hanging on his waist.
The old man walked past him and glanced at him, but did not stop. Instead, he walked directly to the unconscious Sang Liren, bent down and patted Sang Liren's shoulder gently, and then said He walked to Yang Jianqing's side, took one of Yang Jianqing's wrists, closed his eyes and stood in silence for a while.
Then, he came to the bodies of the academy disciples, with a sad look on his face.
The old man drew out the long sword from his waist, stood with the sword, slowly knelt down on one knee, and murmured something softly.
Looking at this scene, Shu Guan's heart moved slightly.
The Sixth Senior Brother not far away suddenly let out a groan.
At this time, Shu Guan finally recovered some mobility, and quickly walked over to check on Sang Liren's condition. He saw that Sang Liren's eyelids were trembling slightly, and he seemed to be about to wake up.
At the same time, the tall and frail old man sheathed his sword, stood up, and walked to Shu Guan.
"Who killed him?"
The slender old man pointed at the corpse leader whose head and body had been separated, and asked Shu Guan.
What the old man did after he appeared made Shu Guan already guess about his identity.
So Shuguan was silent for a moment, and then pointed at himself.
"I killed him."
He replied.
Now that he has used Qing Ping's sword control skills, he cannot hide this matter after all.
Unless you never use Taoist magic in front of others in the future, the abnormal power of your Taoist magic will eventually be discovered by others.
The slender old man was stunned for a moment, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.
Ever since the old man showed up, he has always behaved in a dignified manner. Although he was saddened by the death of his disciple, he did not lose his composure.
But at this moment, he lost his composure, because Shu Guan's answer was so unexpected.
"Did you kill him?"
The slender old man asked again as if he didn't believe it. At this moment, his voice became a little erratic.
"Yes."
Shu Guan nodded firmly.
The slender old man calmed down his turbulent mind, carefully looked at Shu Guan again, and then asked:
"You mean? A person who has seen goodness? I never knew there was a person like you."
"He is my new seventh disciple, his name is Shu Guan."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded behind Shu Guan.
Shu Guan quickly looked back, but it was his master Li Zhixia who did not know when he was standing behind him.
"I have met Zhixia Zhenren."
The slender old man quickly bowed his hands to Li Zhixia as a gift.
And Li Zhixia also immediately bowed her head in return.
"I've met Mr. Su Shan."
"This disciple of yours..."
Then the slender old man, whom Li Zhixia respectfully called Su Shanzhang, gently stroked his snow-white beard under his chin, and still asked with some doubts.
Li Zhixia glanced at Shu Guan. To be honest, there were also many doubts in his eyes at this time.
"This seventh disciple of mine got started three months ago."
Then Li Zhixia pondered for a while and said:
"He was already channeling spirits before he started practicing, and he succeeded in channeling energy and building the foundation overnight."
Li Zhixia's words made Su Shanchang's eyes shine with a bright light again.
Successful foundation building overnight?
How many years has this happened in the spiritual world?
Su Shanchang's mood, which had calmed down, once again stirred up a storm that was even worse than before.
"But even so, he can't kill this corpse puppet."
A new voice suddenly sounded in the field.
Shu Guan turned around and saw another monk standing next to the man he had killed just now.
A monk who is dark, thin, and has a plain face, making it difficult for anyone to tell his age.
