Self-cultivation of cannon fodder through books

There were no traces of fighting in the inn, and all the facilities and layouts were as usual, except... there was no one left.

It was as if people disappeared out of thin air at that moment.

Everyone was left with goosebumps by this eerie scene. Some things don't matter if you don't think about them carefully, but if you think about them carefully, you will feel more terrifying and eerie.

"This is too fucking scary!" Bian Jiangling rubbed his arm, "If it's a big deal to fight with him, what's the point of pretending to be a ghost!"

Wang Ding was silent for a while and said, "Let's go to the guest room upstairs."

The three of them went upstairs and randomly inspected a few guest rooms, which were somewhat similar to the scene downstairs. The futons in the rooms were still covered, and some rooms even had bath tubs filled with water placed behind the screen.

"What does this mean?" Wang Ding asked Hu Zi, "Did you see anything?"

Hu Zi scratched his head, "The bedding is still laid out, and the bathtub hasn't been cleaned yet. It feels like it's early in the morning."

"That's right." Wang Ding said, "If the proposition that people in the inn disappeared together exists, it must have disappeared early in the morning. Only at that time, the inn was still preparing, because there was not enough staff, and the rooms of the guests had not been cleared."

"All of a sudden, the entire inn and even the entire town disappeared?" Bian Jiangling shook his head, "How is it possible?!"

"everything is possible."

After all, this is a fantasy book world, Wang Ding thought so.

"The town has become like this, I wonder if the village will also be like this?" Hu Zi was a little anxious, "I want to go back to the village to see!"

"The matter has come to an end, let us accompany you back to the village to have a look." Wang Ding said, "I am a little worried about you going back alone."

Bian Jiangling was a little anxious, "But we still have to rush to save people..."

Wang Ding said: "Don't you think I'm in a hurry. Su Yuqing has been here for half a month and there is no news. I am so anxious that I am about to explode, but there is no other way right now. If this person pretends to be a ghost, it proves that he has a bigger conspiracy , he hasn't got what he wants yet, and there should be no threat to Miss Xia's life for the time being."

Bian Jiangling was persuaded, "Okay."

……

The village where Huzi lives is only a few miles away from the town. The situation in the village is exactly the same as in the town. More than 20 households in the village disappeared out of thin air. The houses, furniture and tools for farm work are still there, but the people are gone. Even the chickens and dogs raised The domestic animals all deserted and disappeared.

This is a big problem, who has such a great ability to make so many living creatures disappear?

Are these people still alive or dead?

No one knows.

It's chilling to think about a person who can create such a big situation. Wang Ding can't imagine whether Su Yuqing also disappeared and "disappeared" like these people.

Huzi squatted on the ground, secretly wiping away tears, even if he cried, the child would not let himself make a sound.

Wang Ding patted his head, "Let's go, we will always find out the truth."

The three of them came to the town again. At this time, the sun was setting and the boundless night was approaching.

Now it is unrealistic for Huzi to go to the next town, Wang Ding and Bian Jiangling can only take him to the Kongtong faction overnight.

Fortunately, Huzi was obedient and never talked too much, and he didn't hold back, which saved them a lot of trouble.

Cangcui Mountain is still the beautiful Cangcui Mountain, but in the summer night, they can't hear any insects and frogs, not even the noisy cicadas, so quiet that they doubt their lives.

As if a heavy burden was falling on their hearts, none of the three of them spoke, and silently followed the trail and quickly headed towards the mountain.

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As soon as you arrive at the mountain gate of the Kongtong School, you can see that the entire mountaintop is brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps in the dark.

It seemed that they had lit all the lights just to welcome the arrival of a few guests.

Bian Jiangling and Wang Ding exchanged a look, what's going on?

"That's why I don't believe in the formation of doubts." Wang Ding's heart froze, "The old man walked to the front, the tigers were in the middle, and I was in the back. Go in and have a look, cheer up, and be ready to fight at any time."

Bian Jiangling and Huzi had no objection, and the three of them quickly lined up and walked inside.

It was enigmatically quiet again, with no patrolling Kongtong sect guards, no gatekeepers, nothing.

Under the light as bright as day, it is as empty as a dead city.

"Could it be that the members of the Kongtong faction have also disappeared?" Bian Jiangling couldn't help asking, "What tricks are they playing?"

Wang Ding frowned, "Let's go to the lobby first."

The door of the hall was tightly closed. Wang Ding didn't try this time, and just kicked the door open.

To their surprise, instead of being empty, the inside was full of people.

Yes, people.

The chairs in the hall, and even the ground, were full of people from the Kongtong sect.

They sat upright, eyes open, motionless, like statues.

Seeing that they were dressed as servants and ordinary disciples, there were about 50 or [-] people, and the whole hall was filled to the brim.

"Hey!" Bian Jiangling stood on guard at the door and shouted loudly, "What are you doing!"

Only the air of silence answered him.

Wang Ding stopped Bian Jiangling who was about to ask again, "Don't bother, these people are obviously wrong."

He turned around and took out the dagger that the boy used for self-defense from Huzi's hand, and poked the nearest Kongtong sect disciple with the hilt.

I saw the man tilted upright and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ah!" It happened that the man's head fell at Huzi's feet, causing him to jump three feet high in fright.

"Count." Bian Jiangling stepped forward to check the man's breath, then got up, "Dead."

Hearing this, Wang Ding went to poke a few people who were sitting upright, without exception, all of them fell down with a bang, like a statue hitting the ground, without any anger.

"Dead, all dead."

He knew that there would be no good for so many people sitting here, they were all dead.

"These people are neatly dressed, there are no obvious wounds on their bodies, and they don't even show pain on their faces. How did they die?" Bian Jiangling squatted down to check, very confused.

"Maybe they are poisoned, don't touch them with your hands." Wang Ding was also puzzled, "But it is not easy to gather so many people together and poison them to death, right?"

Who would be willing to die for no reason?And the expression is more numb than painful.

Huzi said, "What if it's their master?"

Wang Ding's eyes lit up.

Huzi's words reminded him that if it was outsiders, no matter how powerful their martial arts were, they would not be able to make them approach this room so willingly to die.

But if it is one's own master, one's head, one's most respected person, then the situation is different.

"Liu Xiu?" Bian Jiangling felt that this assumption was a little unreliable, "As the head of the Kongtong Sect, why did Liu Xiu kill his disciples? It doesn't make sense."

"If his temperament changed drastically or he was threatened by someone, it would make sense." Wang Ding glanced at these innocent people who died tragically, feeling a little unbearable in his heart. Such careless things should not exist at any time, " So now we have to find Liu Xiu, everything points to him, and only by finding him can we find clues."

Bian Jiangling asked, "Where is Liu Xiuhui?"

"Let's go to the small courtyard where he lives first."

Wang Ding led them to Liu Xiu's small courtyard according to the direction he remembered.

The gate of the courtyard was wide open, the stone lampposts around the path in the courtyard were all lit up, and the lights in several rooms in the courtyard were lit.

A gust of wind blew, and the lantern hanging under the eaves swayed from side to side, and the candles inside seemed to be on and off, eerie and mysterious.

But can't hear any movement.

"Looking at the situation, it doesn't mean that old man Liu Xiu died inside, right?" Bian Jiangling was a little terrified by the environment, "Whether the pretender is a real man or not, I really can't figure it out!"

"A ghost-maker doesn't care whether others think him a real man or not." Wang Ding said, "He can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, and morality and conscience are not worth mentioning in his heart."

"That's right, the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds." Bian Jiangling smiled wryly, "Anyway, I know Miss Xia won't be in there, and President Su is definitely not there either."

"Yes. But we still have to go in, don't we?" Wang Ding looked at Huzi, and told Bian Jiangling, "I'll leave Huzi's safety to you in a while."

Bian Jiangling nodded, "Understood."

His current martial arts is far inferior to that of his good brother, and he doesn't do things that are too self-sufficient to charge.

Bian Jiangling protected the cub, Wang Ding kicked open the half-covered door, and then turned sideways to dodge - no ambush, no hidden weapon.

For the sake of safety, after waiting for more than ten seconds, Wang Ding stepped into the door.

This is the bedroom of Liu Xiu and his wife. The interior is decorated in an antique style, and there is a strange smell.

"Cover your mouth and nose!" Wang Ding immediately reminded.

Bian Jiangling and Huzi immediately covered their mouths and noses with their sleeves, and the three of them backed away. They didn't enter the room again until the smell in the room had dissipated and none of them found any signs of poisoning.

Without the obstruction of the smoke, the lights were bright again, and Liu Xiu could be clearly seen sitting at the table with his back facing them, wearing a purple-gold robe, his gray hair combed meticulously, and holding a teacup in his hand.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angels for taking care of me. I love you guys.