Chapter 1370

Wang Baole didn't agree with Yin Pu's proposal, but he didn't refuse it. After all, he hasn't joined the hexianzong yet. It's not too late to measure the gains and losses after he joined.

As the housekeeper was sent away, the sky outside gradually darkened. Wang Baole sat cross legged in the room, silently waiting, and his heart was also thinking.

"The three main doors that only exist in the night..." Wang Baole squinted and looked up at the sky outside the window. At this moment, dusk is about to pass, and the night seems not to be late. He is walking fast, and silence has also become the theme of Wang Baole's room.

In this way, as time goes by, as the room becomes quieter and quieter, as the pedestrians in the city outside the window, there are fewer and fewer in a hurry. When the light is completely swallowed by the black that blocks the sky... The night comes.

As yesterday, everything inside and outside the house is quiet.

In this silence, wangbaole raised his head, opened his long closed eyes, got up and walked to the door.

I didn't open the window to go out, because I didn't need it.

For many people, the night in the city of listening desire may be a great danger, but for Wang Baole, who walked all the way from the wilderness and hunted the strange existence in the space of listening desire law, it is not much different from walking into his own back garden.

Of course, the premise is that he does not encounter that kind of high-level existence. Fortunately... Such existence, in the world that can only be perceived by the law of listening and desire, is not many and rarely appears.

Therefore, Wang Baole, who pushed the door open, although he heard bursts of laughter in his ears at the moment the door opened, his face did not change at all, but his right hand was raised at will and grabbed to the right.

The laughter suddenly stopped.

"I don't like such laughter. Can I stop laughing in the future?" Wangbaole looked at the empty right side and his hand. There was nothing in his hand, but the vibration passed to his right hand seemed to exist, and he was nodding madly.

Wang Baole released his hand with satisfaction. He felt that he was not a murderer. At the same time, it was not because the other party was too small to plug his teeth, so he let it go.

"I'm a reasonable person." Wangbaole told himself so in the bottom of his heart, and then walked forward. In this quiet restaurant, he walked out of the door all the way.

Passing by rooms on the way, he could feel that there were monks in every room, but without exception, no one dared to open the door, as if this restaurant had become a taboo, and Wang Baole walked in this taboo until he walked out of the gate and stood in the street. When he looked at the emptiness around him, felt the silence from the night, and heard bursts of sobbing wind.

The wind was cold and biting, as if there were countless cold hands touching Wang Baole's whole body. This should have been a beautiful scene. At the moment, in this dark and silent background, it seemed strange and gloomy.

Wang Baole didn't pay attention, but strengthened the seal of the appetite law, which seemed to want to burst out and devour everything.

After settling down for a moment, Wang Baole took his step and walked in the city in the dark night. Gradually, a lot of strange voices came from his ears, as if more and more eyes were converging on him in the dark night, coming from all directions.

At the moment they approached, Wang Baole squinted and turned his right hand up. Suddenly, a note appeared in his hand, which emitted a weak light and vaguely echoed with a thud thud sound.

Under this light and sound, those strange beings gathered around seemed to be afraid, and did not immediately rush up, but lingered around, with malice, waiting for opportunities.

Wang Baole looked as usual, but he sneered at the bottom of his heart. If he didn't want to enter the chord sect and didn't want to expose himself, all the existence around him would become his food at the moment.

Ignoring more and more voices coming from his ears, Wang Baole looked down at the notes in his hand. After his mind was integrated, he had a trace of induction, as if there was a call in a distant place ahead, pulling himself.

"Chord sect..." Wang Baole thought thoughtfully and walked away from the place where the call came. The speed was very fast, but the strange existence gathered around him, like a ghost, kept following, and the number was increasing.

It seems that wangbaole has become a torch here, attracting the attention of the night.

And the notes in his hand are also fading rapidly. It is in this gloom that Wang Baole hears the sound of breathing, as if there are countless figures around him, blowing towards the notes in his hand, as if they were like candles to extinguish them.

Malice, with the gradual dimming and doubling of the light of the note, as if these strange beings converged, were waiting for the moment when the light of the note was completely extinguished.

If someone else had changed, I'm afraid it would be extremely panic at the moment, but Wang Baole just narrowed the corners of his eyes, looked as usual, and continued to walk forward. Walking, he heard more breathing and footsteps around, and the notes in his hands seemed to be dimmed more.

This makes Wang Baole's eyes slowly rise, and he weighs it in his heart. If it goes on like this, the extinction of the notes is small, and there is no certificate to join the chord sect, which is a big deal.

So Wang Baole stepped and was about to take away the notes in his hand, but at this time, Wang Baole looked slightly, looked up to the distance, and soon, he saw four lanterns, shaking close in the dark.

As they approached, four thin figures, as well as a red sedan chair carried by them, as well as an arm as white as jade, stretched out from the cover curtain of the sedan chair.

The arm shook irregularly, as if its owner was in a happy mood. As the Huaqiao came, Wang Baole also heard the humming musical ditty.

Black night, desolate city, red sedan chair

This scene gave Wang Bao a flash of light in his eyes. With the arrival of the sedan chair, he heard countless backward sounds around him, like those in the dark night, and he was very afraid of the sedan chair.

And Wang Baole didn't feel the breath of a monk in the red sedan chair.

"It's not a monk... And the four people who lift the sedan chair... It's not a person." Wang Baole made way for the road in his meditation, and let the sedan pass by. The four figures lifting the sedan did not look at Wang Baole from beginning to end. The existence in the sedan was like this, and his arm extending the curtain was still shaking.

Only when the sedan passed by Wang Baole, the wind brought by each other blew up the curtain a little. Wang Baole swept his head and saw the empty seats in the raised curtain.

Only that arm, with one end outstretched and the other end suspended in the flower sedan, left drops of purple blood

And at the moment when wangbaole saw all this, the sedan... Suddenly stopped.

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There will be another chapter later, writing