Having made up her mind, Si Tu Zhiruo let out a sigh of relief and no longer kept her head down in melancholy.
The trio did not tarry on their way, so they quickly arrived at the South Alley Dock, as the villagers had mentioned.
Yan Shu and Si Tu Zhiruo both approached with a bit of caution.
However, Elder Hu, after scanning the tranquil lake surface with his spiritual power, was not overly concerned.
In his investigation, there were only some spirit fish and a few aquatic demons of the second and third order in the lake.
He knew that he was a seventh-order cultivator, and to completely avoid his detection, one would at least have to be an eighth-order immortal king, but such powerful individuals were all highly esteemed and revered.
How could they hide in the lake to launch a sneak attack on others?
Elder Hu laughed, stroking his beard, and looked at Yan Shu and Si Tu Zhiruo.
"You two need not be so nervous."
"Rumors are just rumors."
"Once we sit safely by the shore for a night, the rumor about the fierce ghost hunting down the disciples of the Heavenly Cold Palace will soon be dispelled."
Rumbling, rumbling...
Before Elder Hu could finish his words, the lake surface suddenly surged with a large number of bubbles, and they faintly heard the sound of iron chains rubbing against each other.
"Elder Hu, Elder Hu..."
"Do not be afraid! It's just someone pretending to be a ghost!"
At that moment, with a swoosh.
A steel hook the size of a human head burst out of the water!
Elder Hu sneered, quickly formed a seal with his hand, and in the blink of an eye, constructed a green array plate to completely cover himself.
He turned his head, just about to show off to Yan Shu and the other, when he heard the array plate crack with a crisp sound, and the hook, accompanied by the iron chain, tightly wound several times around his neck.
Then, with a thud, it was fiercely stabbed into his shoulder.
"Ah!!!"
Elder Hu roared in pain, reached out to pull out the hook, only to find that the iron chain suddenly tightened with a "pop".
It seemed that a demon king was hiding underwater, pulling Elder Hu bit by bit into the lake.
Si Tu Zhiruo and Yan Shu watched helplessly as Elder Hu struggled, roared, and despaired, until all sounds were submerged by the lake water...
Save? How to save?
They, one barely at the fourth order and the other less than the third, what could they use to save?
Yan Shu wanted to step forward to help pull out the hook, but after staying at the Washing Sword Peak for a long time, he had been instilled with the refined self-interest thought of "die for a friend, not for oneself" by his senior brothers and sisters.
So hesitated, and missed the rescue time.
If the master asks when he goes back, what to say?
Don't ask, ask and say that he tried to save, but failed.
What about Si Tu Zhiruo?
She still barely retains a sense of compassion and really wants to save Elder Hu, after all, the elder just comforted her.
But she can't help being scared!
She, a girl who has been pampered, has done the most cruel thing is to kill a third-order demon beast together, where has she seen the ghost to take life!
The object of being taken life is still a seventh-order elder who just talked and laughed with her.
Sorry, Elder Hu.
My legs are weak, I can't save you!
"Hehe... Hehehehe..."
The elder sank to the bottom of the lake and disappeared, but the lake surface once again surged with a large number of bubbles, and a very strange head appeared.
Under the cover of the night, it was not clear, but it could be vaguely recognized that the skin was red, the eyes were big and black, there seemed to be scars on the face, and it was still laughing...
Su Hui looked at Yan Shu and Si Tu Zhiruo through the holes of the ghost's face, deliberately made his voice hoarse and ferocious.
"Dust to dust, soil to soil."
"The silt at the bottom of the lake will devour all of you!"
"Hehehehe..."
He threw out a steel nail, nailed it on a huge rock by the lake, and then sank to the bottom of the lake with a ferocious smile.
Why not kill?
You know, sometimes the living... are far more capable of conveying fear than the dead...
It is indeed the case.
When Yan Shu and the other two came back to the inn in the middle of the night with that steel nail, even Zhang Zhen Tian had some doubts about the legends in the valley.
Elder Hu has been in the seventh-order heavenly realm for decades, with a profound foundation, and has eaten so many pills provided by the elders.
Even with the strength of the immortal king, he could not say that he could kill him with a casual move.
If Yan Shu and the other two did not exaggerate, how strong should the thing in the lake be?
It can't be Huang Yuan, the old man, who secretly returned to the Yan Yue Immortal Sect, and then pretended to be a ghost to make such a fuss, right?
What does he want? What's the benefit of doing this? Just to kill a seventh-order elder? Then scare them who come to the "friendly exchange" of the Yan Yue Immortal Sect?
Huang Yuan doesn't seem to be this kind of person either?
Especially the steel hook that Yan Shu brought back, it also engraved his name, Zhang Zhen Tian, and painted a cross with dirty blood.
Meow, it makes Zhang Zhen Tian a bit flustered.
He was silent for a long time before he let his four disciples not to approach the lakeside anymore.
At midnight, Zhang Zhen Tian sat cross-legged on the bed, recalling all the strange things he had encountered along the way, trying to find the clues of the so-called "blood alley ghost shadow" from the subtle clues.
Thinking about it, a strong wind suddenly blew on the street.
The doors and windows shook, making a series of sounds.
The sound of metal rubbing the ground began to echo on the street.
Zhang Zhen Tian suddenly opened his eyes, just at this time, the window of his room suddenly slammed open.
A strange bloody face appeared outside the window.
That ghost face made a creepy low laugh, and did not speak, just looked directly at Zhang Zhen Tian.
Damn it! There is really something dirty!
Zhang Zhen Tian reacted incredibly fast, condensed the immortal power in his body, and slapped the window.
The sound of water flowing echoed on the street, and his attack missed.
The wind stopped, and the street slowly returned to silence, as if everything that just happened was just an illusion.
But Zhang Zhen Tian found a pool of blood on the wall, with his name written crookedly next to it...
It's not fun anymore! The ghost thing's breath is indeed not Huang Yuan! But it must be much stronger than himself!
Zhang Zhen Tian swallowed his saliva.
There is a feeling of wanting to go back immediately.
You have something dirty in the Yan Yue Immortal Sect, exchange? There is no exchange, I suggest you quickly dry up the Chen Yue Lake!
But it is impossible to go back.
If they were scared away before the exchange with the Yan Yue Immortal Sect even started, it would be a complete joke in the immortal domain.
In the future, the disciples will be ashamed when they go out.
So Zhang Zhen Tian could only forcibly comfort himself, and regard that thing as a ghost family that came out from the crying ghost abyss, just hiding in the Chen Yue Lake and not found.
Now Huang Yuan is not here, the high-end combat power of the Yan Yue Immortal Sect is empty, and it comes out to stir up trouble.
Thinking about it is quite reasonable!
So I just hit the gun mouth, suffered a disaster, and a elder died, you have to give some consolation money, right?
After a meticulous reasoning, the fear in Zhang Zhen Tian's heart finally weakened a bit, but he did not dare to move around casually, and could only wait in the inn for the people of the Yan Yue Immortal Sect to pick them up to the mountain.