The dummy Master Qiu just walked out of Yinhuan Mansion.
“It takes ten years to sharpen a sword. Yin Qianshang’s breakthrough is probably an omen. It would be a big loss if I have to give a gift every time I make a breakthrough in the future.”
“Why don’t we wait until the two sons of Tongtian break through to spread the word and let Yinhuan Mansion return the favor?”
“That’s a good idea.”
The dummy Qiu Shi said to himself.
There were far fewer people in Shanxia City at night than during the day, and they were not surprised when they saw Master Qiu, who was obviously not a real person.
“So the two little guys went on an outing mission and then fell into it? I have nothing to do, so I went to take a look.”
The dummy Master Qiu rushed towards the outer village.
After Mi August watched this scene, he silently calculated the time for Master Qiu’s arrival, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put his original plan on hold.
It’s just that the plan to grab new materials was ruined, so this trip can’t be in vain.
With Master Qiu personally present, there is no need to worry about this strange thing that is beyond the range of the outer disciples.
Mi August took off the night game immediately and returned to her normal body. She appeared and walked to the gate of the foreign village.
“I’ve seen a fairy!” The old servant at the porter saluted immediately when he saw her. Seeing Mi August opening the door to enter the village, the old servant was surprised and said: “Fairy, there is something strange in this village. None of the immortals who entered before you came out.”
“I know.” Mi August smiled, then opened the door and walked in under the complicated gaze of the old servant who hesitated to speak.
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The heat wave hits, along with the humidity of human voices.
The village is brightly lit, with rows of lanterns hanging above, swaying gently in the wind. From the large open door in front, you can see the movement of people inside, and that’s where the noise comes from.
“Junior sister, junior sister.”
Mi August turned to look.
A woman’s head is placed on the stone pier, and a flower and grass are blooming on top of her head. The flowers and plants are dense. If it hadn’t been for the woman’s voice, the people who came in would not have noticed for a moment that the flower pot was not a real flower pot, but a head that could talk and see people as if they were alive.
When she met Mi August’s eyes, the woman smiled and said, “Junior sister, junior sister, let’s make a bet. I’ll bet your body with my head on whether the flowers on my head will bloom in odd or even numbers.”
Mi August looked at her face for two seconds.
The female head smiled even more crazily, her bloodshot eyes filled with greed and pain.
Then Mi August looked back and said calmly: “I’m sorry, I’m not interested in your head.”