Chapter 307

In the dark of the night, Wu Dahu, who was sleeping shallowly, suddenly heard some small movements. Subconsciously, he opened his eyes and quickly got down from the bed.

As soon as he had put on his shoes, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the objects that were moving and moving. His eyes were deep. He covered the quilt tightly on song QingHan and small stones. He picked up a dagger from the table and stared at those small things that were constantly changing directions. He was like a tiger ready to start. He unconsciously made a hunting posture.

The silver light flashed, and Wu Dahu's figure almost became a virtual shadow. After a few breaths, he chopped all those things under the knife.

When he was about to withdraw the knife, he did not know what he thought of. He was so nervous that he could not make any noise, which would wake song QingHan. He opened the door and rushed to the rooms of yuanyuanxuan and Hualian.

When Xuan and Hualian were awakened, they were still nervous. Lu Sen almost picked up the teapot and threw it at Wu Dahu. Fortunately, after such a long time of getting along with each other, he had already known Wu Dahu's body shape. Although he recognized Wu Dahu against the light, he could stop in time.

Seeing that there was no trace of those things in their room, Wu Dahu's shoulder loosened and before he could explain, he heard song QingHan send out a scream.

He frowned and blurted out, "Oh, no! Turn the tiger away from the mountain! "

Seeing Wu Dahu's figure like a gust of wind, Xuan ran to the cold room of Song Dynasty. He seemed to have guessed what had happened. He quickly got up and put on his clothes. He explained to Hualian and Lu Sen, "there may be something wrong with master. Let's go and have a look. Don't separate."

Hua Lian and Lu Sen quickly nodded, put on their clothes and ran out of the room.

When Wu Dahu arrived, song QingHan was already sitting by the bed. He looked as if he had been greatly frightened. His chest fluctuated violently, and a cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Wu Dahu looked at the small snake tightly held in his hand. With a tight heart, he rushed forward to cut off the snake.

However, what he didn't expect was that song QingHan avoided it and waved: "no, find a fine net."

Without waiting for Wu Dahu to leave, Lu Sen took the initiative to say, "I'll go to the net with Hualian."

Wu Dahu nodded and watched them leave. When he looked back, he saw that song QingHan's expression had gradually regained his composure. He asked in a deep voice: "how about it? Not hurt? "

Song QingHan chuckled and shook the little snake in his hand. He said in a low voice, "if I'm hurt, now I can't talk to you properly. This snake is very poisonous."

He had never seen this type of snake tiger before, so he didn't know whether they were poisonous or not. However, although things in the daytime were embarrassing, they were not breathtaking. So he subconsciously thought that these snakes were also the pranks of those people. They were terrible, but they didn't cause death. He didn't expect to hear the meaning of song QingHan's words that those people wanted them Life.

Although he didn't speak, song QingHan had already seen through his inner thoughts and shook his head: "it may have been made by a group of people, or it may not be, but anyway, it doesn't look peaceful here...

indeed, who would have thought that the star moon city so close to them was actually crouching tigers and hiding dragons. Not only could some people follow them without disturbing them Road, even can quietly sneak into the restaurant to put the deadly snake to them.

When they went to get the net, they seemed to startle the shopkeeper. He took the initiative to follow him. When he saw the snake corpses all over the ground, he screamed and fell back to the ground, fearing: "isn't this, isn't this saint's bronze bell snake?"

After listening to his words, song QingHan's eyes narrowed and said in a deep voice: "do you know who these things belong to?"

The shopkeeper subconsciously swept around and saw that everyone's eyes were on him. He almost peed in his pants and shivered: "I, I'm not sure, but I've looked at it from a distance before. It seems that this thing is very similar to the bronze bell snake wrapped in the hands of the saints..."

Song QingHan and Wu Dahu looked at each other and saw the suspicion in each other's eyes Confused.

What is this saint? It doesn't seem to be a good idea to play with poisonous snakes.

I think the things here are complicated. The shopkeeper, taking advantage of their ignorance, quietly moved to the side, trying to move directly downstairs and run away.

However, just when he thought he was going to succeed, Wu Dahu suddenly glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "tell me, what is this holy family and where are they?"

The shopkeeper sighed in his heart. Seeing that Wu Dahu's momentum was amazing, he could not afford to offend him. He just stood up, rubbed his hands, looked around and said in a low voice: "I don't know much. The saints are people who lived here long ago. I heard that they have the ability to call on the wind and rain. They are messengers between man and God! They live in no fixed place, but they will appear all of a sudden during the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven. As for the others, I don't know...

sacrifice ceremony? Is it related to this ceremony? Wu Dahu thought for a moment. Seeing the shopkeeper's legs trembling, he looked like he wanted to pee his pants at any time after he was frightened. He frowned, waved his hand, and calmly said, "I know, go down."The shopkeeper heard this as if he had heard the imperial edict. He quickly nodded and ran downstairs.

What kind of plague did he invite? This group of seemingly easy-going travelers actually need the saints to send the bronze bell snakes to solve it! The most important thing is that they solved the problem!

He couldn't be provoked. No matter what side he was, he could only turn a blind eye and regard himself as nonexistent. If it hadn't been for the excitement in the city these days and the lack of staff in the restaurant, I'm afraid he would have run out to avoid the limelight for a while.

As the shopkeeper fled, the task of cleaning up the snake's corpse fell to Lu Sen and Hualian. Fortunately, they were not timid. When they saw the dead snake which was cut to pieces by Wu Dahu, they just frowned, and there was no redundant expression.

Song QingHan did not hold the little snake any more, but looked at the little snake with silver circle pattern which looked obviously uneasy through the fine net.

This is different from the silver snake he saw in the auction house last time, but I think so. If it's a silver snake as fast as lightning, where can he catch it?

As soon as he thought that he had just walked around in the critical moment of life and death, he could not help feeling frightened. His back was chilly. It seemed that the cold sweat had evaporated by the light wind and brought the warmth to him.

After the traces on the ground were cleared up, Hualian, Lu Sen and Yuan Yuan Xuan returned to their rooms. This time, they were very careful not only to tighten the doors and windows, but also to find fine cloth to seal all the gaps, so as to avoid the kind of things just happened in the room of song QingHan. You know, the three of them can't compare with martial arts when they are combined A finger of the tiger.