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Chapter 1233 Legend of the Four Overcast Cloud Covers (47)

Yun Zhongda stopped.

He didn't continue to go to the second floor, but he didn't turn around and leave directly, as the ghost hiding in the corner hoped.

Leaving is afraid, but what is he afraid of?

This ghost was just playing tricks while he was distracted, and when he wanted to take this matter seriously, the ghost would have nothing to do.

Besides, he was not someone who could easily ignore people.

Originally, Yun Zhongda wanted to rest first because he was tired.

But if this ghost wasn't going to let him rest, then he had to pack this thing away before resting.

It's not that Yun Zhongda doesn't know that he should tell the ghost first that he is just passing by, and he will leave immediately after a night's rest.

But he is not happy.

In this way, isn't it a sign of weakness?

But this kind of trick is not enough to make Yun Zhongda show weakness.

Yun Zhongda went down the stairs, although the ghost prevented him from going upstairs, but he couldn't say for sure that the ghost was hiding on the second floor.

Maybe it's somewhere on the first floor. Anyway, search it first.

Yun Zhongda first went along the passage to the backyard. According to Chang Xiaohang, in the backyard at that time were all the shopkeepers and waiters from the Mangyi Inn, and they were all dead like the guests living on the second floor.

He opened the curtain, and there was no dust, as if someone had carefully cleaned it.

It's really strange. From the outside of Mangxin Inn, there is only a thin layer of dust. It seems like there are many people living here and it is clean.

Even if it is a house where people really live, it doesn't make sense for it to be so clean. There is no dust in any corner.

Yun Zhongda had a hunch that the evil spirits living here would not be easy to deal with, so he tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

The dharma pattern on the sword once again bloomed with brilliance, and Yun Zhongda felt more at ease with it, otherwise he would not have hesitated to come to live in this inn that may have been haunted by ghosts.He opened the curtain and went to the backyard. It was very quiet here, although it was open to the air, but there was no loess, dust, or fallen leaves.Even a few big trees were planted by the roadside, but those trees seemed to be afraid of something. Yun Zhongda saw the falling leaves with his own eyes, but they didn't float into the yard.

In the backyard is where the guys live, with the kitchen.

There is a stove in the kitchen, and thick layers of ash have accumulated in the stove, which is black.

Yun Zhongda was sitting on the stool in front of the stove. Seeing this, there was a pile of firewood next to him. The wood was all dry, just like throwing it into the stove now, it can be lit with a fire.There are wood and dead branches. Occasionally, a few dry leaves are connected to the dead branches, as if thrown to the ground and stepped on, they will shatter.

The important thing is that the ash in the stove is black.

It will be this color when it is not completely burned. It can accumulate heat, fire, and sometimes it is very likely to burn again if you poke something.If it is fully burnt, it will be gray, blown away by the wind, and dissipated—at least invisible to the naked eye.But now the ashes in the stove are black, and Yun Zhongda is sure that this thing is the same as firewood, and it doesn't even need to be propelled by fire, as long as it is fiddled with, it can burn.

But the death of Mangsu Inn is not known how long ago, right?

Yun Zhongda sat in front of the stove, stunned for a moment, and finally decided to give it a try, anyway, it was just a try, and he would not lose a piece of meat.

He turned his head and picked through the pile of firewood, and picked out a dead branch that was relatively long and hard enough, as thick as a finger.

Yun Zhongda took it, reached into the stove, and fiddled with the pile of black ash for a while.

Not long after, a trace of disbelief appeared in Yun Zhongda's eyes. When he was fiddled with, he saw Mars.

Mars?

Although Mars can be buried for a long time, how many months can it be preserved without human care?
Yun Zhongda couldn't believe it and continued to fiddle with it. He is an ice spirit root. Although he is not a fire spirit root, he liked to play with fire when he was a child.Also because he is an ice spirit root, he can't use the fire attribute gadgets of those monks, so he can only play with mortals' methods of lighting fire.This method of flicking the embers to make them rekindle has been tried many times, and he is very familiar with it.

Yun Zhongda picked out some dead leaves and a dozen small dead branches from the pair of firewood, and threw them into the pile of sparks.

It didn't take long for the flames to rise up.

Yun Zhongda silently watched it ignite, burn out, and "extinguish" again.

It is said to be extinguished, but in fact, it just turned into a pile of black ash again.

Yun Zhongda didn't continue to play this time. If he had some guesses before, he was just skeptical, but now he is sure enough.

He left the kitchen and went directly to the flat ground. Using the sword as a pen, he drew various lines on the ground. Together, they formed a very complicated pattern, like a blooming flower, but the edges of the petals were extremely sharp. , almost rhombus-shaped, with dozens of similar diamond-shaped petals extending from a circle.

"One, two, three... 47, 48, 49." Yun Zhongda finished counting silently.

There are 49 petals in total.

In this complex pattern, probably only the circle as the center of the flower is the simplest and most dazzling.

Yun Zhongda stood up the sword, crossed his fingers, held the hilt with his palms, turned the sword upside down, and aimed the sword point at the circle.

At this time, he had already changed a sword. When arranging this formation, the sword as the eye of the formation would definitely be sacrificed.

He was reluctant to sacrifice the precious sword obtained from Su Yin, which was suspected to be Mo Ziya's handwriting, but he also chose the most precious sword among the other swords. The more precious the sword used, the more effective the formation will be. is strong.

"Snatch!"

The tip of the sword suddenly lowered and sank into the soil, while the pattern of flowers on the ground seemed to be moistened, instantly glowing.

Opposite to it, the sword in Yun Zhongda's hand was shattered inch by inch, all absorbed by the flowers.

The moment the flowers burst into silver light, the entire Mangsu Inn shook|vibrated, only for a moment, and then disappeared.

Around Yun Zhongda, there were suddenly more than a dozen people.

As if they couldn't see Yun Zhongda, they came and went in a hurry, shuttling between the kitchen in the backyard and the lobby of the inn.

Yun Zhongda opened the curtain and returned to the hall. Now it was also bustling with many people sitting here, changing glasses and drinking lively.

"Waiting! Come here..."

"Here, here!"

"Master Lin, let me tell you..."

Everyone seems to be alive, except that their bodies are a little shallow, and they are really expressive like living people, doing their own things and saying what they should say.

Everything is just like any other inn.

But Yun Zhongda walked all the way, but he was able to pass through these people without hindrance.

Yun Zhongda and them seem to live in different and intersecting parallel worlds, they cannot see Yun Zhongda, but...

Yun Zhongda could see them.

(End of this chapter)