Cultivation is too difficult, and people will die if they do the tasks.

Chapter 338 Another death

"Fellow Taoist, calm down." Bai Wan'er stepped forward to interrupt the close combat between the two, "These two fellow Taoists have been traveling with Wan'er. We came from the Luofu Mountain in the south and are now heading northeast. So something happened there. It has nothing to do with me."

The female cultivator curled her lips and said: "Even if the previous things are nothing to do with you, you happened to be present at what just happened. Except for practitioners with advanced cultivation, ordinary people cannot do this kind of thing."

"Since this kind of thing can only be done by practitioners, and you are all here and suspecting us, why should you doubt us." Leng Zijiao retorted unceremoniously.

"We are serious practitioners, how could we do such a thing? We are naturally demonic cultivators..."

Yuan Hao raised his hand to stop his junior sister from saying, "Fellow Taoist, I stopped you all because of suspicion. Please forgive me if there is anything inappropriate in what my junior sister said."

Leng Zijiao wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Leng Qingqing's look.

Leng Qingqing said: "You have always had prejudices against demon cultivators. Now, I can only say that this matter has nothing to do with us. Believe it or not."

After Leng Qingqing said this, she looked at the other party coldly and said nothing. If there is a real fight, I won't be afraid.

Bai Wan'er looked at both sides and quickly came out to smooth things over: "Fellow Daoist Yuan, we only pass by this place occasionally. The disciples of jugglers are harmed by others, and those who harm others must have something to ask for. Even if it is a demon cultivator, there must be a reason. . Doing such a thing for no reason is harmful to others and not self-serving!"

"The demon cultivator is not stupid, how could he do such a thing that is not beneficial and may get him into trouble." Leng Zijiao couldn't help but add.

Hearing this, Yuan Hao glanced at Bai Wan'er. I had just discovered the magic cultivator, and I was so anxious that I didn't expect so much.

Indeed, why would a practitioner harm a juggler? Even a demon cultivator would not be stupid enough to cause trouble for no reason!

"Fellow Daoist Bai is right. I made an oversight. I'm going to investigate now. Sorry for disturbing you."

Yuan Hao called his junior brothers and sisters to move forward.

Junior sister Ding Ziyi shouted unwillingly: "Senior brother, are you going to let them go like this? They are demon cultivators. Even if they have nothing to do with the past, they may be in the same group with that demon cultivator."

Leng Qingqing frowned: "Fellow Taoist, there is no definite answer to whether the previous things were done by demonic cultivators. Taoist fellow Taoist opened his mouth and kept silent about whether the demonic cultivators were doing it or not, did they intentionally put these things on our heads? "

"I didn't say it was you who did it. Since fellow Taoist believe what I said is inappropriate, why not go and check it yourself to prove your innocence." Ding Ziyi couldn't deny it.

Bai Wan'er didn't want to wade into this muddy water at all, and was about to speak to dissuade her. Leng Qingqing spoke.

"What is pure will be pure by itself, and what is turbid will be turbid by itself. We don't have to prove anything to ourselves, but it doesn't hurt to accompany you on a journey, lest anyone get suspicious."

Bai Wan'er's persuasive words were stuck in her throat, and she swallowed them with difficulty. Leng Qingqing is indeed not an easy person to talk to.

I have no choice but to follow.

The group of people returned to the street. The juggler was no longer around, so they asked the people around.

Everyone came to an alley. As soon as they entered the alley, their spiritual consciousness swept into a courtyard deep in the alley, where several artists were arguing.

"Hurry up and report to the official. Are you going to let Old Xiantou and Xiao Lingzi die in vain?" A red-faced man asked loudly.

"Didn't Old Immortal say that reporting to the official is useless? It seems that the deaths of Old Immortal and Lingzi are definitely unnatural." The old man shook his head and sighed.

"It's not an ordinary person. Could it be that it's a monster? It's not enough to kill one of them, so it chases after him and kills the old fairy too." The middle-aged woman asked.

The old man said helplessly: "It might be a monster, or it might be a cultivator. In short, we can't afford to offend him, so we can just hide."

"We have been together for five or six years, and the two of them died inexplicably. We don't even know the outcome." The red-faced man punched the chair so hard that it fell apart.

"Stop complaining." The old man looked miserable. "Hurry up and pack up and leave this place of right and wrong. Dayang goes to find the person who collected the corpses. We will bury both the master and the apprentice."

A big man pushed open the door and ran towards the outside of the alley. It's the one who juggles machetes. Two people died? The old man who played the fairy rope is also dead?

The expressions of Bai Wan'er and the others changed slightly. They didn't expect such a change to happen in such a short period of time.

Everyone entered through the wall without knocking.

Four or five people were busy in the yard. Suddenly they saw a group of people falling from the sky, and they were dressed as practitioners. They were shocked and cowered in the corner.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We are cultivators passing by here. I'm here with Yuan Hao of Tiangang Gate. I just heard that the master and his disciple died suddenly. I don't know what the reason was?" Yuan Hao stepped forward and explained his purpose.

Everyone in the juggling team looked around, and an old man came over to greet them.

"We are entertainers in the world of martial arts, and we have been together in a class for several years. Today, the old immortal who was performing on the street showed his magic rope. For some unknown reason, his disciple Ling'er had his head removed and died."

"I just came back. I was going to report it to the official, but the old fairy stopped me and said that this matter was extraordinary. It was my greed that killed the child."

"We originally wanted to comfort him, but the old fairy told me to pack up and leave quickly, and he went into the house to pack his things. Seeing that the old fairy was sad, Dashan entered the house to try to persuade him, but who knew that when he entered..."

When the old man said this, he couldn't help covering his face and crying.

Bai Wan'er asked: "Did someone kill the old fairy in the house?"

"Yes, something seemed to have strangled his neck, and he died soon after." The woman replied from the side.

Bai Wan'er asked: "Who is it? Have you seen it?"

"No, when I went in, the old fairy was still alive. He was covering his neck with one hand and pointing upward with the other. His eyes were wide open and he was speechless. He died within a few moments." said a young man.

Yuan Hao frowned: "Take me to have a look."

The old man nodded to the young man, and the young man took Yuan Hao and his party to a room at the edge of the yard.

"right here."

Yuan Hao pushed open the door and entered, followed by the others. Bai Wan'er stood at the door and didn't move.

The house is not big, so I don't have to crowd around, not to mention there is a body on the bed in the house. If you can avoid such an unlucky place, try to avoid it.

Leng Qingqing glanced at Bai Wan'er, with a half-smile on her lips, and went into the house to see what was going on.

The room is not big, except for the bed, table and chairs, there are no other items. There were four or five people standing on the ground and it was so crowded that they couldn't even turn around.

Leng Qingqing glanced at the room and backed out.

There was nothing interesting to see. Except for this door, there were no windows in the house. The old man's face was pale and there was a black and purple mark on his neck.

At first glance, it looked like he had been strangled to death, and he was so scared that his eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out of their sockets.

Yuan Hao waved his hand on the deceased, looked around again, frowned, and quickly exited the room.

The cause of the old man's death was very clear, and he had been dead for no more than two-quarters of an hour. There are no traces left by anyone else around, let alone the breath left by the practice.

People die in strange ways.

(End of this chapter)