Next, they found the Fire Demon next to the stage in the west of the inner courtyard.

The stage has been abandoned for many years, the curtains are hanging and tattered, and dust has accumulated on and off the stage.

He sat blankly on the bench, staring blankly at the stage, as if a great opera was being performed on the empty stage.

Zhang Yuanqing's face darkened. In his field of vision, the fire demon's body was full of yin energy, his soul was about to leave, and he was already on the verge of death.

He hurriedly walked over and put his hand on the fire demon's shoulder. Black eyes surged, and he continuously sucked the yin energy into his palm, swallowing it and digesting it.

The fire demon shuddered, his empty eyes regained their vitality, and he subconsciously shouted:

“So cold, so cold”

The fire master was trembling while looking around. He saw Zhang Yuanqing beside him and Xie Lingxi not far away, and shouted:

"Fuck, where have you been? As soon as we left the lobby, there was no one around."

"Everyone has dispersed." Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, interrupted the other party's questioning, and asked:

"Why are you here?"

"After you and I were separated, I walked here unknowingly, and then I heard someone singing an opera." The fire demon said while recalling:

"I followed the sound and saw a stage over here with a woman singing on the stage. I glanced at it for a few times, and then I didn't remember anything."

At this point, he trembled all over and saw the stage that had been dilapidated for many years in the distance. Where did the opera girl come from? The fire demon looked at the Night God next to him with gratitude, "You saved me?"

"This is very obvious." Zhang Yuanqing smiled.

Phew... The fire demon was relieved. Thinking of the experience just now, he was afraid for a while: "My skills and props are useless in front of the resentful spirits. Brother Wang Tai, thank you very much."

Although each profession has different characteristics, the wraith spirit can silently control the fire demon, mostly relying on level suppression.

Supernatural "monsters" are so unpredictable that it will be very troublesome to deal with them if you are not professional. However, there is also a disadvantage, that is, the means of harming people are not intuitive enough.

It's not as efficient as stabbing with a knife.

The three of them found a gold hairpin in the cobweb-covered dressing room next to the stage.

Holding the gold hairpin and receiving the betrothal gift, the fire demon's heart dropped to his stomach, and then he asked:

"Where are Xi Shi and the Monkey King?"

Xie Lingxi shook his head: "I haven't found them yet. I hope they can be as lucky as you."

The fire demon glanced at her: "You want them to die?"

Xie Lingxi looked pitiful and aggrieved: "Brother, how can you say such a thing? We are companions~"

The Fire Demon didn't bother to pay attention to her. The two had had a quarrel before, and he was so angry at the little girl's bitchy attitude that he didn't like her very much.

Of course it's also because the girl is not on the fire demon's xp, otherwise it would be another story.

The three of them left here and went to another courtyard. This house was larger than expected. The backyard was cut into small courtyards, some of which were used as gardens and some to build stages.

After walking for a while, Zhang Yuanqing, who had night vision, saw a figure staggering towards him in the distance.

This person is wearing beanie shoes and tight pants, dressed like a spirited young man. He is the Monkey King.

"Why are you here?" He came closer in surprise.

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes were filled with darkness. He examined it for a moment and confirmed that it was the real person.

The four people met and told each other their respective experiences. After the Monkey King got separated, he mistakenly entered a courtyard. There was a room in the courtyard with candlelight. He opened the door and checked, but there was no one in the room. There was a wedding bed neatly folded on the bed. quilt.

The Monkey King guessed it was part of the betrothal gift, but he followed his heart's will and retreated silently.

Then I met Zhang Yuanqing and others.

The fire demon was stunned when he heard this: "The most cowardly person is the safest?"

"What are you saying? I am being cautious, not cowardly." The Monkey King defended himself.

It makes sense. Sometimes the ones who survive are not necessarily the smartest and most capable, but the most cowardly. Zhang Yuanqing interrupted the useless argument between the two, looked at the Monkey King, and asked:

"Where is the happy quilt?"

The Monkey King looked behind him.

Under his leadership, the four of them arrived at the courtyard and saw a room lit by candlelight.

Zhang Yuanqing saw the fearful expressions on the team members' faces and helplessly exhaled:

"I'll get it for you."

This is the home of the Night God.

He immediately entered the house, and after he crossed the threshold, the lattice door closed automatically.

Xie Lingxi and others outside saw the figure of 'Wang Tai' disappear the moment the lattice door was closed. The candlelight in the room was dim, but his shadow was not reflected.

After waiting anxiously for a few minutes, the lattice door banged open with a clang, and 'Wang Tai' was rushed out with a bed of flowers in his arms.

He looked a little embarrassed, his clothes were torn in many places and stained with blood.

"Great Sage, continue!"

Zhang Yuanqing threw the quilt to Monkey King, who took it in surprise and held it tightly in his arms. Just as he was about to ask him what happened in the room, Zhang Yuanqing said:

"Let's go find Xi Shi."

Monkey King didn't want to ask any more questions, as his teammates continued to explore the inner courtyard.

The night was dark, starless and moonless, and the only light source was the red lantern hanging under the eaves, dyeing this dead world scarlet.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows, and the lanterns under the eaves sway, making it even more terrifying.

"Come here, I'm here"

Suddenly, a soft voice came from the front.

Zhang Yuanqing and others looked over and saw Xi Shi standing under the lantern in the corner of the eaves, waving to everyone.

She stood there, as motionless as a clay statue, waving stiffly, and the smile on her face was stiff and a bit strange.

"Xi Shi!"

Seeing that she was okay, Monkey King breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go over when his shoulder was held down by the Fire Demon.

At the same time, Zhang Yuanqing's voice sounded in my ears: "Look at her shoes."

Shoes? Monkey King stared at them carefully, his pupils slightly contracted.

On her feet are a pair of red embroidered shoes.

She is not Xi Tzu!!

"Come here, come here."

Xi Shi was still waving, with a stiff and weird smile on her face.

"Get past her and ignore her!"

Zhang Yuanqing whispered.

Seeing the solemn expression on his face as the Night Wandering God, the Monkey King quickly withdrew his gaze, feeling a little nervous and not daring to look any further.

Everyone continued walking for a while, Zhang Yuanqing looked forward and said:

"Do you still remember that when Xi Shi entered the house, she said she saw a woman standing under a red lantern?"

Hearing this, the Fire Demon couldn't help but look back and vaguely saw the woman standing there, no longer waving, watching them quietly.

"It's so invasive..." the fire master spat.

Xie Lingxi was puzzled: "Why did she look like Sister Xi Shi?"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at somewhere ahead and sighed: "You can go and see for yourself and you will know."

What does it mean? The three of them didn't understand it at first. After walking a short distance, they vaguely saw a figure hanging under the eaves in front of them.

"Sister Xi Shi?" Xie Lingxi exclaimed.

That person was Xi Shi. She hung herself from the eaves, her charming face was suffocated and twisted, her eyes were wide and bloodshot, her face was blue and white, and her lips were slightly vomiting.

The death was miserable.

The Monkey King and the Fire Demon were frightened and frightened. They did not expect that she would die here silently.

Zhang Yunqing, who had the ability of night vision, had seen it early and had passed the stage of shock. He led the three people with complicated expressions to approach the corpse.

Xi Shi hung down quietly. Zhang Yuanqing touched his hand and found it was cold. The time of death was more than half an hour.

"It's sister Xishi's wedding invitation."

Xie Lingxi pointed to a red post that fell at the feet of the corpse.

Zhang Yuanqing glanced at the wedding invitation and ignored it. Darkness surged in his eyes, communicating with the remaining spirit body in Xi Shi's body.

He had to verify whether Xi Shi died of a wraith or other factors.

The eyebrows suddenly swelled, and memories that did not belong to him surged in.

He saw several broken memories of Xi Shi. This sister was a level 2 water ghost, a spiritual walker from Nanhang City, Tong Province, an unofficial person, and a member of a folk spiritual walker organization.
To be continued...