Lu Qing gave a soft shout. It did not sound loud, but it used a special technique that shook the soul and stirred the mind. A muffled pop sounded right outside the house, the air hissed with friction, and then everything fell silent again.
What kind of performance was this? Yu Ci looked at Lu Qing, and the female cultivator said in a low voice, "Someone is spying with a secret art."
Yu Ci felt a start. He knew that when it came to acute perception, Lu Qing, who deeply cultivated the Heavenly Demon Soul-Slicing Clone, surpassed him. Seeing Lu Qing head out the door first, he followed.
The temporary residence of their group was a rented courtyard situated on a quiet little island at the edge of the village, right next to the water. With someone like Lu Qing around, she had cleaned the place clean on the first night, making it quite refreshing. At this moment, however, an uninvited puddle of sewage had appeared out of nowhere in the corner of the courtyard.
Yu Ci touched his chin. Now that his knowledge and experience grew day by day, he quickly recognized that this sewage should have been transformed by some kind of foul and filthy entity. Lu Qing's shout just now had shattered it.
This sneaky behavior did not look friendly at all.
Yu Ci's brows furrowed slightly. When he turned his face away, You Rui wore a pensive look and was about to speak when the sound of flapping wings rang out overhead. A crow circled slightly under the golden "moonlight" and spoke: "I thought it was who, so it turned out to be new people entering."
It's this thing again!
Yu Ci did not know how many similar birds he had seen, yet its true form