On the night of the 27th, Lu Yue climbed up the old locust tree again and stared closely at the people inside, drawing symbols just like last night.

The ghost faced banner, which had not been repaired due to the lack of ghosts, and was somewhat dilapidated, was placed on the altar that he could easily reach.

The Ghost Face Banner is in the Water Country and has probably changed hands several times. Anyway, she was received inside by the foundation building cultivator of the Moon Eclipse Gate two years later.

From this perspective, this master's cultivation level should not be too high, otherwise, he would not have let others take advantage of him.

Thinking of this, Lu Yue became a little excited. In case of any unforeseen circumstances, she spent another small afternoon at the Tu Di Temple today and put some things she bought from the pharmacy into the lamp oil.

When Lu Yue was a ghost, she had witnessed many methods of immortals. To be precise, she is very afraid, afraid of being caught in the ghost face banner again.

If it weren't for my mother already carrying that safety talisman, she wouldn't have been able to gamble. She would have run as far as she could have gone.

The northwest wind suddenly blew, and Lu Yue tightened her clothes, watching as the wishing sea lantern inside went out with Mingming. She breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, afraid that someone might find something wrong.

Gu Dayong covered the nearest light with his hand and waited quietly for the gust of wind to pass.

At this moment, Lu Yue, who was outside, didn't care whether he was cold or not. Watching him inhale a few wisps of cigarette smoke and couldn't help rubbing his eyes, he gave himself a big thumbs up in his heart.

In the lamp oil, she added a large amount of calming herb liquid to promote sleep, which had no negative effects and was not toxic at all. Under normal circumstances, even if this demon path is powerful, he wouldn't have thought of it.

As cultivators, even the most poisonous thing in their hands can be cured with a detoxifying pill.

Lu Yue gave a bitter smile. This was also what he had used when he was a ghost, following Ding Qishan to the Poison Marsh to collect ten thousand venoms.

Gu Dayong certainly did not expect that this beloved old immortal would be targeted like this.

He was in the Soul Refining Sect, and although he was just an inconspicuous miscellaneous disciple, he made a lot of preparations when he obtained the Ghost Face Banner and decided to collect souls in the mortal world.

The semi spiritual artifact robe he was wearing made him fearless of ordinary people's swords and guns. He spent 170 spiritual stones, almost half of his life's savings.

As long as he is not a cultivator of a higher level, wherever he goes in the mortal world, he is the boss.

He examined this small town for half a month and there were no cultivators at all. Far away from the county town, there aren't many outsiders, even if there are a few martial artists inside, can they walk together in the hands of this immortal?

His current goal is ambitious. With the Ghost Face Banner, as long as he collects his soul easily, he will be able to advance and build a foundation in less than five years. At that time, with the help of the Ghost Face Banner, I will return to the true world and steal the souls of those solitary Qi Refining cultivators.

After the completion of the pill, Gu Dayong went to collect the cultivators who built the foundation. The more he thought about it, the happier he became.

Every time he couldn't hold on, he would think about this plan, and as soon as he thought about it, he would write like a god, quickly throwing the drowsiness into the country of Guawa.

Lu Yue outside is depressed. She has been blowing cold wind here for two consecutive days, and life is not easy.

Why doesn't it work after adding so much calming liquid? Or is it because the spiritual soul of cultivators is inherently stronger than that of mortals, so they have more time to withstand it?

At the second moment, the people inside collected their things and picked up a bottle of wine that was offered to them today from an unknown person on the altar, where they drank it with a sizzling sound.

On the offering table, Lu Yue saw him picking and picking, drinking, and eating with relish.

The distant sound echoed again, and it had already been three minutes since the hour of Yin. Only then did this person return to the front of the bedding. Around the moment he lay down, the snoring sound of his throat was heard.

Lu Yue sat on the old locust tree, calculating the best time for her to take action.

There are still two days left. If we set the date for the evening of the 29th, it would be too risky. What if this person were to take action on the evening of the 29th.

Until the sky turned purple, Lu Yue slowly slipped down and when she lay down on the bed, she didn't take any time to fall asleep.

As soon as she fell asleep, it was already noon on the 28th, and Fang Erniang was afraid that she would go hungry, so she went to the door and shouted.