After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 133|Don’t go out when you are ugly

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The woman lowered her eyelashes and said politely and distantly: "Thank you."

Then there was no more.

Baishan Lake has a beautiful appearance and a very cold temperament, with a posture that repels people thousands of miles away.

The atmosphere was instantly awkward.

Qiao Wan felt a little guilty and embarrassed. After all, she was using Baishan Lake to get rid of Yu Xingzhi and other disciples of Shandao Academy. In this weird atmosphere, Qiao Wan felt stressed and whispered. Invitation: "It's fate that we can meet here. Fellow Taoist, do you want to go together?"

With her current level of cultivation, if she took the initiative to send an invitation to go with her, it would be a bit of a clandestine move, and Qiao Wan didn't really think Bai Shanhu would agree.

The truth was exactly as she expected.

Bai Shanhu raised his head and glanced at her calmly without saying a word.

Qiao Wan's heart suddenly suddenly trembled when she saw it, but Bai Shanhu had already retracted her gaze and turned around to leave.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment and was about to speak. The moment she passed by, her fingertips happened to brush against the white shawl.

"White..."

Fellow Taoist.

The last two words were stuck in my throat.

The touch on the fingertips...is like paper.

Qiao Wan's breathing suddenly became rapid, and when she looked up again.

Through the light, I seemed to see a flat figure, as if it had been squashed by something.

The woman's shawl hung stiffly on her back. When she heard Qiao Wan's movements, her head swayed violently as if blown by the wind. She turned it over at an unnatural angle and stared at Qiao Wan closely. .

The clear and beautiful face slowly reflected a stiff paper face, with abnormally dark eyes.

"Bai Shanhu" didn't move and stood there for a while, as if asking her if there was anything else.

This is a **** paper man!

Qiao Wan paused and reflexively held down the sword first!

The dark eyes pointed out by the paper man suddenly turned at an eerie speed and landed on the sword Qiao Wan was holding!

Qiao Wan froze instantly.

There was no movement of Yu Xingzhi nearby, and the noise around him seemed to quiet down little by little. Qiao Wan could even hear her own uncomfortable breathing.

But the paper man in front of him seemed to have no intention of taking action. He moved his limbs and disappeared into the crowd in the blink of an eye.

Qiao Wan breathed a subtle sigh of relief. When she came to her senses, she realized that the clothes on her back were almost soaked through.

As soon as the paper man Bai Shanhu left, Qiao Wan looked away and returned to the bustling lantern market in front of her. She pressed her sword and continued to go deeper.

The further you go, the more people there will be in the ghost market.

The porcelain bride had slender eyebrows and narrow eyes. She was dressed in red and green. She looked in the direction of Qiao Wan with a smile, and passed by her, feeling a chill on her skin.

But Qiao Wan just walked halfway and couldn't walk anymore.

Someone stopped in front of her.

This is a middle-aged monk, fair and fat. The man looked back at the porcelain bride not far away, looked at Qiao Wan with a smile, and whispered: "This fellow Taoist is a sword cultivator, right?" ? Are you coming to the ghost market for business? ”

Based on what Bai Shanhu had learned, Qiao Wan hesitated for a moment and looked at the middle-aged monk in front of him calmly.

Noticing Qiao Wan's gaze, the middle-aged monk immediately waved his hand: "Fellow Taoist, you have misunderstood. I am not a ghost cultivator, I am just a small businessman."

"Having said that." The middle-aged monk turned around, pointed behind him, and then went straight to the point. "Fellow Taoist, do you want to stay in a hotel?"

Behind the man is an inn. It's not very luxurious, but it looks pretty neat. There are a few red lanterns hanging on it.

Seeing that Qiao Wan didn't say anything, the middle-aged monk smiled nonchalantly: "It's good to be wary, at least it's a good thing in this ghost place. But I stopped you staying in the hotel for your own good. Fellow Taoist, this is your first time. Come to the ghost market?"

The middle-aged monk is right. In this place, it is always good to maintain a little vigilance.

While the other party was looking at him, Qiao Wan also used some sense to look at him secretly.

Have knowledge of the sea.

There is also a sense of life in him, so this is not just a paper man.

After confirming that the man in front of him was indeed not hostile, Qiao Wan bowed politely and gave a very standard salute: "This junior is indeed the first to come here. If there is any secret here, please enlighten me."

The middle-aged monk smiled and said: "My surname is Yan, and my name is Yan Shiyuan. You can call me Taoist friend Yan."

Qiao Wan: "Mr. Yan."

Yan Shiyuan glanced at Qiao Wan and smiled: "The time is almost up, you come in with me first."

Time?

What time is coming?

The man had already walked into the store on his own initiative.

Qiao Wan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and then followed suit.

There were not many people in the store, and there was a waiter who was wiping the table with a rag. When he saw Yan Shiyuan, he immediately smiled and said, "Manager Yan is back?"

Looking back, "Are you having a guest? Is there a repairman?"

Yan Shiyuan: "It's getting late, I have to come back quickly."

The man turned and looked at Qiao Wan: "Fellow Taoist, sit down."

With that said, he sat down in front of Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan sat down, looked away from the store, and asked a question that had been lingering in her mind: "What did you mean when you just said the time is up?"

Yan Shiyuan poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Qiao Wan: "The time is up, which means the ugly time is coming. Did you enter the ghost market late? When did you come in?"

Qiao Wan said conservatively: "Not long ago."

Yan Shiyuan said nonchalantly: "You entered the ghost market late. You must know that during ugly times, there are fewer ghost cultivators on the street."

"When it's ugly, the night is the deepest, and this is the hour." Yan Shiyuan took a sip of tea, raised his eyelids, and pointedly said: "There is basically no one on the street."

The word "人" was particularly clearly pronounced by the man's pronunciation, so he specifically picked it out and emphasized it separately.

Qiao Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she almost immediately realized what Yan Shiyuan meant, and her expression suddenly changed!

This means that all the people who passed her on the street just now were not human beings? !

Seeing Qiao Wan's expression suddenly change, Yan Shiyuan said: "Understood?"

Qiao Wan tightened her grip on the tea cup and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Yan Shiyuan also felt a little emotional.

If he hadn't just gone out and had something to do, he wouldn't have bumped into this stupid swordsman in front of him. If he hadn't bumped into the stupid swordsman in front of him, he would have been in trouble if he went down further.

I don’t know what the **** this guy is doing here in the ghost market.

Yan Shiyuan thinks that he is not a good person, otherwise he would not end up in the ghost market, but he is still a human being, and since he is a "human being", he cannot stand the sight of his fellow clan members walking on the road to death with their heads held high.

Thinking of this, Yan Shiyuan stretched out a finger, dipped it in some tea, and drew a line on the table.

"There are not many rules when walking around in the ghost market. Just remember that it is their time to be ugly and don't go out. If you really go out, remember to find a place to hide."

Qiao Wan: "Find a place to hide?"

"Anywhere will do." Yan Shiyuan whispered: "As long as you don't let them find you."

"You will stay in this inn later, but this inn is not safe either. But you just have to listen to me, have a good sleep, and don't think about anything, whether you heard something or bumped into something. , don’t worry about it. When the ugly time is over, it won’t be a big problem.”

After the man finished speaking, he refused to reveal any more. He only asked the guy who cleaned the table to arrange a vacant room for Qiao Wan.

"Go in." Yan Shiyuan stood downstairs and looked at Qiao Wan who walked upstairs with the waiter. "Remember, if you hear any noise later, don't make a sound. Just close your eyes and sleep."

The guy walked in front, Qiao Wan followed.

The inn is not big, so after walking a few steps, we arrived at the one at the very edge.

Guy: "Just go in."

Qiao Wan walked into the room with a slight doubt in her heart.

Before I could ask, the boy smiled bitterly: "Don't ask, it's almost time, and Manager Yan and I are going to have a rest soon."

After closing the door for Qiao Wan, the waiter hurried away.

Withdrawing his gaze, Qiao Wan looked around.

Although the room is small, it is very clean. There is only a bed, a table, and a cabinet.

The bed is against the wall.

This ghost market is so weird that even with Yan Shiyuan and this little guy, Qiao Wan didn't completely let down his guard. However, many years of experience in running errands for Ma Huaizhen told Qiao Wan that it is better to believe what is there than what is not. When she first arrived, Qiao Wan silently thought that it was better to be more cautious in order to save her life. From what she saw during the time she entered the ghost market, Judging from the smell, if the first game on Jiuyue Mountain can only be regarded as a warm-up, then this one should be regarded as a real battle.

As the ugly hour approached, Qiao Wan climbed onto the bed with her sword in her arms, lying down naked without a quilt.

It's one thing to sleep with your eyes closed and not make any noise, but it's another thing to actually fall asleep.

When she first came to this unfamiliar environment, Qiao Wan closed her eyes, and all she could think of was the paper man lying flat on the coffin, almost hitting her face, looking at her lifelessly yet vividly.

Holding the sword, I couldn't sleep.

But the ugly time is coming.

The paper man in his mind rolled his eyes.

The ugly time has come.

She's not asleep yet.

Qiao Wan closed her eyes tightly, her heart sinking little by little, she concentrated on her surroundings and watched the movements around her silently.

It was still very lively and bustling outside the window.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that I could only hear a little bit of the wind in the middle of the night.

But after a while, there was finally movement in the room.

There was a slight movement, like paper rubbing against the ground. There was a smell of ink that stopped above the tip of her nose, as if something lowered its head from the eaves and looked down at her. "It" was very close and tight, not breathing, so it just looked at her quietly.

Qiao Wan’s scalp immediately became numb, and her body tensed instantly!

"Don't pay attention to anything you hear or touch," Yan Shiyuan's voice seemed to still be echoing in his ears.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and maintained a posture, motionless.

After a while, the sound of the thin paper pages being rubbed began again, as if something was bunching up from top to bottom and folded into a roll. Immediately afterwards, the movement gradually faded away.

Gone?

Qiao Wan breathed a subtle sigh of relief, closed her eyes and waited quietly for a while.

When the ugly moment passed little by little, I opened my eyes again.

As soon as I opened my eyes.

On the wall next to the bed, a smiling woman's face with her eyes closed was reflected, pressing close to Qiao Wan's cheek, sharing the bed with her.

At this moment, the woman's eyelids turned, her closed eyes suddenly opened, she raised her eyelids, her eyes fell on Qiao Wan, and she smiled slightly.

A hand immediately stretched out from the wall.

Snow-white, thin, hands cut out of paper.

It’s over.

Qiao Wan was shocked.

Li Yinshi.

Half a second left.

……

The woman's hand fell on Qiao Wan in the blink of an eye!

Qiao Wan raised her hand and twisted it, and a carp jumped up.

Sword One·Quick Kill!

The sword light slashed straight at the woman's face!

The woman kept a smile, even a little soft and kind.

The thin and white hand shook violently in the sword wind, and the five fingers were rustled.

The sword struck the woman's hand as if it struck something soft, yet tough and yet strong.

The woman's five fingers trembled like a violent wind, and against the sword light, they slowly pressed against Qiao Wan's body.

As soon as the cold paper touched her skin, Qiao Wan's breath froze, and the sword in her hand fell to the ground with a clang. From the bottom of her heart, a burst of heartfelt fear involuntarily emerged. Not only fear, but also All kinds of confusing emotions.

Countless emotions piled up together, constantly swirling and amplified in my mind.

The thin paper hand suddenly seemed to be blown onto the wall. With a "whoop", it suddenly stood upright and stuck firmly to Qiao Wan's hand.

At the same time, Qiao Wan could feel the skin on her body suddenly buzzing, and there was a warm sensation.

The paper hand that had just covered the back of her hand retracted like an electric shock, and started shaking again, even more violently than before. Even the smiling woman's face seemed to be blown by the wind. It wrinkled, huffed and trembled non-stop, and while shaking, it retreated sharply, and instantly retreated into the wall.

This is it?

Qiao Wan stretched out her hand and took a look.

From fingertips to wrists to cuffs.

The complicated **** lotus pattern, with a faint but dazzling and firm golden light, firmly wrapped her whole body in it.

This is the Miaofa Lotus Seal that Miaofa personally stamped for her.