This Guy is Wrong

Chapter 2587: Forget Riverside (4)

Chapter 2587 Forgotten Riverside (4)

Chuzheng didn't let go, they didn't dare to search for it.

So now Fuyue only dares to verbally offend.

Chuzheng: "Are you so sure you can find it here?"

Fuyue smiled: "I'm not sure, I just think it's abnormal that you are so resistant to Madam Meng. You didn't care about it in the past."

The old woman Meng didn't care if you searched or not.

She is so abnormal this time...

Chuzheng is now blocked, which makes people even more suspicious.

Chuzheng glanced at Fuyue and suddenly let go: "Oh, then you can search."

Fuyue's prepared belly draft died prematurely in Chuzheng's fluttering 'then you search'.

Although it felt a little strange, Fuyue quickly gave the ghosts next to her a wink and motioned them to search.

Reincarnation Inn has two floors in total, and there are not many rooms, so it can be searched soon.

"No."

"No……"

Everyone came to the same conclusion after searching.

Fuyue was not at ease and went up to search it in person.

After a while, Fuyue came downstairs with a sullen face.

Really do not have……

Then why did she stop the search before?

It was a coincidence that the place where that person appeared last was here, and she stopped her from being searched, which was not a problem.

Now that nothing has been found, Fuyue is a little disappointed.

"Found it?" Chuzheng leaned against the table and asked indifferently.

Fuyue pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled hypocritically: "It seems that I misunderstood."

"Cough cough... Lord Chuzheng is disturbing, then we will say goodbye first." The group of ghosts felt that the atmosphere was not right, and quickly slipped away.

Fuyue didn't find the handle, and was in a bad mood. He was too lazy to go with Chuzheng Zhou Xuan, so he also followed: "Then I'll go first..."

"What's the hurry?" Chu Zheng raised his hand and waved, and the door of the Samsara Inn closed with a 'bang'.

Fuyue looked back subconsciously.

"What do you want to do?"

"Talk about what happened before." Chuzheng crossed her chest.

"What happened before?" Fuyue didn't deny it, who didn't know that she didn't get along with Madam Meng.

But she didn't admit it, she twirled her hair in circles with her fingers, and she was full of coquettishness just by standing.

"How do you want to talk?"

Chuzheng squeezed his wrist and said in a flat tone: "Of course we talk like this."

Fuyue: "??"

The closed door of the Samsara Inn opened with a bang, and a figure flew out from inside and hit the ground.

At the same time, the purple butterfly flew out, hula flying high into the sky, and then swooping down, drowning the people on the ground.

Waiting for the purple butterflies to disperse, Fuyue had no image, and covered her body with a sullen face.

Chuzheng came out from the inside, stood at the door, and looked at her lightly.

's confident attitude made Fuyue's anger rise up in her heart, hating the person in front of her to the point of tickling her teeth.

Fuyue slapped the ground, the yellow sand fluttered, and her figure disappeared directly in place.

"Chuzheng, wait for me!"

Fuyue's voice came from far away from the sky.

"Sister Zheng, I think you seem to be more powerful!" Xuehu happily danced beside her.

Chuzheng: "..."

The secret practice these days is not for nothing!

The power of the original owner is those purple butterflies. The stronger the power, the more purple butterflies that will be summoned, and the stronger the attack power.

And purple butterfly is also an important ingredient of Meng Po soup.

Only people of her family can summon such a purple butterfly.

This is also the reason why Meng Po cannot be replaced.

Meng Po is still hereditary, and Chuzheng is also shocked.

But the game background of others, it is boring to care too much.

"Where did you hide people?" Chuzheng remembered the business.

"Hee hee hee."

Xuehu took Chuzheng upstairs and fished the person out of a huge water tank.

"Cough cough..."

The man was coughing and looked a little weak - weaker than when she picked it up.

"What kind of water is this?"

"Wangchuan Shui." Xuehu held out his small chest and was very proud: "Only this can hide his breath and not be discovered by them, am I very smart?"

Chuzheng took a deep breath: "You put him in the Wangchuan water?"

Forget the river water!

The soul body falls down, not to mention a dead end, but definitely peels off a layer of skin.

Xuehu said weakly: "Well... this water has been settling for a long time, so it's not in the way."

The source of Mengpo soup is Wangchuan water.

But it needs to be precipitated. This is the precipitation of the Wangchuan water, which is not as brutal as the Wangchuan River.

"That..." The man stretched out his hand weakly, can you watch him speak again.

He felt like he was going to lose his footing.

Chuzheng used to support the person, his clothes were soaked in the water from Wangchuan, and they were tightly attached to his body.

Wangchuan water is not the same after all, there is no way to dry it directly.

Chuzheng asked the little fox to find clean clothes.

The little fox covered his head and scratched his head: "Where can I find it!"

"I did this?" Chuzheng pointed at the wet person.

“…” Go go go go! -

"How do you feel?" Chuzheng helped the person to sit beside him.

"It's... okay." The man felt cold, as if something was seeping into his body.

"You take off your clothes first."

"what?"

The man gave her a blank look.

Chuzheng explained: "The water from Wangchuan will seep into your body."

"..." He already felt it, getting colder and weaker.

Chuzheng saw that he was not moving, so he picked up the person directly, put him beside the bed, and pressed him to take off his clothes.

“!!!”

He wanted to struggle, but found that all his strength seemed to be drained and he couldn't struggle.

Chuzheng picked up his clothes very fast, and before he could react, he was already stuffed under the quilt.

The sky was dim, and there was the sound of running water.

The person on the bed sat up with his body propped up, his head was splitting, and he felt better after lifting and rubbing it a few times.

He looked in the direction of the flowing water.

Outside is a meandering river…

Forget River.

These words automatically popped up in his mind.

This place is clearly not the place he stayed before...

Where is this?

He looked at himself, it was not the suit he was wearing before.

After sitting for a while, he got down and went to the window,

On the banks of the Forgotten River, there are endless flowers on the other side, and you can vaguely see the white things under the flowers on the other side.

"Feng Yu..."

He didn't know why he suddenly pronounced that name.

But he felt...it was his name.

His name is Peng Yu.

He took another look into the distance, then turned around, found a place to go down, and walked into those other shore flowers.

When got close, he realized that the white things in the other side of the flower were skeletons.

The red urgan flower grows from these skulls.

He took a few steps back, back to the place where there were no other flowers.

looked up again, and saw a figure walking from the flowers.

She was surrounded by purple butterflies, which sometimes hid in her clothes, sometimes flew out, and danced up and down around her.

That is an extremely shocking picture.

woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, the little cuties are rushing to the duck~