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They walked back to the prisoner's cage along the corridor when they came out, and searched from room to room along the corridor, but they didn't find the weasel and the others.

In the end, the three of them returned to the table of the Eight Immortals in the main room. The whole courtyard was turned upside down, but no sign of them was found. Could it be that they didn't come back?

"They have nowhere else to go but here."

Da Huang buzzed, raised his leg and kicked a black lacquered jujube chair away.

The chair knocked down the screen behind the Eight Immortals' table with a bang, and shattered into a pile of wood dregs. With the sound of the chair falling to the ground, Wei Junxing seemed to hear a groan.

He raised his index finger and hissed at Huang, and pointed to the back of the Eight Immortals table, and the three of them walked over on tiptoe, unexpectedly there was a small bamboo door behind the screen.

He Jingshuo picked up his spear and opened the bamboo door, facing a bluestone brick path, corridors on three sides, all green brick and tile houses, and a light was on in a room on the west.

The three of them approached the window lightly, Wei Junxing stood by the window and looked in, just in time to see the white vixen and the weasel sitting cross-legged on the bed with white curtains hanging down.

The white vixen patted the weasel's back with both hands, and the two of them were surrounded by white mist, as if they were healing the weasel's wounds.

There was a string of blood beads hanging from the corner of the weasel's mouth, her face was as pale as paper, and the white mist enveloped her. Her eyes were closed and her brows were deeply furrowed, looking extremely painful.

Wei Junxing didn't even think about it, he grabbed his fan and rushed in. It has been mentioned in martial arts novels before that the most taboo to be disturbed in this kind of healing scene. If he doesn't take this opportunity to do it, when will he wait?

Da Huang stretched out his sharp claws and rushed in. He entered the door and rushed to the bed, pawing at the white fox's face.

Wei Junxing's folding fan came straight for the weasel's door, while He Jingshuo stabbed the weasel in the back with his gun.

The white fox slapped the weasel's back with both paws, and was caught by the rhubarb, so scared that he dodged to avoid it.

Wei Junxing's folding fan hit the weasel's front door directly. The weasel seemed unconscious and didn't move at all. At the same time Wei Junxing's folding fan hit the weasel's front door, he saw the silver gun head protruding from the weasel's left chest. Come on.

He Jingshuo stood behind the weasel, without frowning, he drew his spear back with a swish.

The weasel's whole body went limp, and it turned into a real weasel in the blink of an eye, with its fluffy fur scattered all over the bed.

When the white fox saw that the weasel was dead, he was furious. He flicked the white silk in his hand and rushed towards the three of them.

Wei Junxing had been prepared for a long time, he turned to one side, exchanged glances with He Jingshuo, and He Jingshuo stabbed at the white fox with a gun.

The white fox rushed up like crazy, and slammed into the muzzle of He Jingshuo's gun. He Jingshuo raised the gun and bumped into his fan.

The white light of the fan flickered, shining a little bit of starlight, and a row of lancets swung out again, He Jingshuo drew his gun to dodge.

Rhubarb clawed from the back of the white fox, Wei Junxing stretched out his fan and pointed at his back, Wei Junxing slapped the fan, and the white fox's white silk was also thrown out.

Wei Junxing did not dodge, but let the white silk entangle the fan. Rhubarb missed a claw, and turned around to grab the white fox's face. The white fox dodged backwards, but the white silk wrapped around Wei Junxing's folding fan was caught by Wei Junxing Grab it in your hand.

At this time, the white fox was holding Wei Junxing with the white silk in his left hand, and the rhubarb was attacking non-stop on the right.

Rhubarb grabbed it with one claw, and with a dodge, he made room for He Jingshuo. He Jingshuo stabbed the spear out with all his strength.

With a sharp breath, the spear directly hit the white fox's left chest. He wanted to raise the folding fan to block it, but the spear directly pierced the feather fan and pierced into his left chest.

The white vixen stared at He Jingshuo with unbelievably cunning fox eyes. He didn't expect that an ordinary person's weapon could penetrate his body.

He Jingshuo bent his elbow and drew back his spear. The white fox collapsed to the ground, and the white gauze wrapped around Wei Junxing's fan fell to the ground quietly.

The white vixen's eyes gradually became lax, but he murmured in his mouth,

"Ling'er..."

He slowly moved towards the weasel, He Jingshuo's eyes changed, he took a step back, and grabbed Wei Junxing's hand.

A cloud of dust fell from the roof beams above his head, and the whole courtyard began to shake. Rhubarb gave a savage mouthful to the white fox on the ground.

"Wei Zi, hurry up, the yard is about to collapse."

He Jingshuo dragged his spear, and took one last look at the paws of the white vixen that were gradually returning to their original shape. For a moment, he was about to reach the weasel, and he was actually called Weasel Ling'er.

The three of them bypassed the main hall and ran wildly along the corridor. When they passed a room in the west wing in front of the main hall, Wei Junxing smelled a bloody smell.

Wei Junxing stopped in his tracks, opened the door and broke in, and at a glance saw the messy gauze clothes on the ground, some were pink and some were black, and there was still a puddle of blood on the cutting board of the table.

Wei Junxing wanted to reach out his hand to pick up the pieces of clothes on the ground, but his hand was so weak that he couldn't squeeze it. He could only feel tears pouring out of his eyes and sprinkled on the wound, which hurt so much.

He Jingshuo rushed in, wanting to take Wei Gongxing, but because the courtyard was shaking so much, he fell to the corner of the wall as soon as he entered the door.

Along with him, there was another box that fell out. After the box was shaken like this, a pile of gray-green things fell out from inside. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be a box of cloth coins.He Jingshuo kicked over the box, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his pocket.

Rhubarb also came in and picked up Wei Junxing who was kneeling on the ground, "Wei Zi, go quickly."

He Jingshuo bent down and picked up Wei Junxing who was sitting on the ground picking up debris, and together with Rhubarb dragged Wei Junxing towards the gate.

The courtyard collapsed behind them like wind and clouds. The moment they stepped out of the gate, He Jingshuo heard a golden rooster crowing.

They looked back, and there was only a cemetery, with a few tombstones standing alone, overgrown with weeds, and there was no collapsed luxurious courtyard.

Wei Junxing sat on the ground covering his shoulders, gasping for breath, Rhubarb returned to its original shape, He Jingshuo frowned, took out the lighter in his pocket, and lit the weeds in the cemetery.

A cluster of flames slowly spread towards the cemetery, and finally ignited a raging fire. The white sky was shrouded in black smoke for a while, and there was a rotten smell.

Wei Junxing seemed to see two wisps of white smoke, one white and one yellow, drifting to the depths of the sycamore forest. He didn't know if the souls of these two would stay here again.

And the class bell rang loudly in their ears, and a new class came.

He Jingshuo took Wei Junxing's hand and ran towards the school against the sun.