My practice narration is weird

After the innkeeper cried bitterly and reduced the room rates for several people and took the initiative to collect the bodies, Mr. Luo didn't say anything.

It was just an accident.

After all, no one was very familiar with each other. Even if someone died, an unfamiliar practitioner of the Three Realms or an ordinary maid they had just met, no one would feel so sad.

But the atmosphere in the inn is a little subtle at the moment.

Death is not always a good thing.

The rest of the people stayed in the room early and stopped going out.

Tu Su, on the other hand, was sitting nonchalantly in the lobby on the first floor with his legs crossed, looking out the window leisurely.

A strong aroma wafted from the kitchen.

Tu Su sniffed it, and soon the waiter came over with a large pot of vegetables.

"Sir, the big plate of chicken you want."

A large plate of fragrant chicken nuggets was placed in front of Tu Su's table, which made his eyes light up.

Who says that practitioners have no appetite?

The chicken is delicious and the soup is rich.

Tu Su had a great meal, since everything was recorded in Mr. Luo's name anyway.

He picked up a chicken bone and threw it skillfully on the ground, muttering silently.

"Eat, eat. Although they are the same kind as you, it doesn't matter. What you eat will make you better. Eat chicken to make up for the chicken, just like human beings."

"Young master, I just don't know how to eat people. I endured hardship every day and became like a bird. Only now do I realize that eating people is the only way to become a master."

As Tu Su spoke, he glanced at the ground.

But he didn't see his natal spirit beast.

Um? Where is my chicken?

Where is my king of chickens?

Tu Su slammed the table and shouted.

"Where's my chicken?"

The waiter was startled and looked confused.

"Chicken? Isn't it in your bowl, sir?"

Tu Su's eyes trembled, but he quickly reacted.

The feeling between his mind and his heart continued to know that what he was eating was not his own chicken.

"Kekeke..."

A big red rooster walked in step by step from outside the lobby, full of dignity.

Tu Su felt a little relieved.

But the next moment, he saw two familiar figures walking in together.

Along with the figure, there was also a slightly doubtful voice.

"Your natal spiritual beast seems to have no realm, but it is innately incompetent and can't use any moves or magical powers. It is almost impossible to protect itself. Your cultivation is closely related to it, so you can let it leave your side with peace of mind?"

Ye Wuyou stepped into the inn and looked at Tu Su.

Just now he took another look on the road and retrieved the chicken that was singing and dancing from a trap.

Even if the natal spirit beast dies, the host will not die physically, but for practitioners like Tu Su whose practice is closely related to controlling beasts, they will undoubtedly be severely damaged.

But right now, the other party is staying leisurely in this inn and enjoying himself.

This is very inappropriate.

Facing Ye Wuyou's words, Tu Su was slightly startled, with a daze in his eyes, and then he suddenly slapped his head and picked up the chicken.

"Thank you Brother Wu, thank you Miss Bai. I don't know why. It has always been by my side in the past. Why did it run out today? I didn't even care."

"This is an accident." Tu Su said.

Accident?

Ye Wuyou didn't think so.

He has discovered some clues through Tian Yan, but more information is needed to make it clear.

At the same time, it was also known that Tu Su, Na Luo Lao and others also got off Yunzhou and were now in this mountain city.

His eyes swept across the inn, and finally stopped on the ground.

There was a faint hint of bright red there, and even though it had been wiped carefully, there were still some traces left.

He spoke without thinking.

"Who died?"

Tu Su had doubts in his eyes, why did the other party suddenly ask this as soon as he arrived?

But thinking about the two accidents just now, Tu Su couldn't help but feel a little subtle palpitations in his heart. Things were piled up in his heart, so it was better to talk them out.

He started from the very beginning when he got off the Yunzhou, and then after hearing the explosion of the Yunzhou, an accompanying Three Realm cultivator was killed by the invalid formation disk he picked up casually.

Later, when they came to this inn, a maid accidentally slipped and fell, and eventually died.

Ye Wuyou listened silently, feeling more and more certain in his heart. Then he looked at Tu Su and gently spread his hands.

The picture unfolded before his eyes.

Sure enough...

"Are all the people who left the cloud boat early here?" Ye Wuyou asked.

Tu Su thought for a while, "Apart from us, there seems to be a couple of monks and Taoists who also got off the Yunzhou. In addition, there seemed to be a few people kicked out of the bottom cabin, but they didn't pay attention."

Is it?

The door was gently opened, and Mr. Luo, dressed in black robe, walked out from upstairs, looking down at Ye Wuyou.

He knew that the Ye Wuyou in front of him was in the fourth realm.

Although it is still lower than him, it can be regarded as an equal existence.

The great supernatural powers of the middle three realms are essentially different from those of the lower three realms. Regardless of the others, the lifespan is up to five hundred.

The old voice came.

"Wu You, I don't care where you went before, but now that you're back, you'll stay here for a few days before leaving with us."

Ye Wuyou raised his head slightly, looked at Mr. Luo, and spoke lightly.

"How many days to wait?"

"Yes, Yunzhou will come in a few days. By then..."

The words were interrupted by Ye Wuyou.

"How many of us do you think will be alive in a few days? Mr. Luo."

The words were a bit abrupt, and Tu Su, who was standing aside, looked stunned.

What's the meaning?

Mr. Luo frowned and did not speak for the first time.

The two people's voices were not concealed. They talked in the air, and the sound they made attracted the attention of others.

The door was opened, and another practitioner of the Three Realms also came out with a puzzled look on his face.

A maid quietly opened a corner of the door and listened carefully to every move outside.

They knew that it was the person in front of them who had revealed his realm on the Yunzhou.

It is precisely because the other party is a great supernatural power in the four realms that his words have some content.

Ye Wuyou spoke lightly, but his figure never left Bai Lu.

"Do you think the deaths of those two people were just accidents?"

"A practitioner was killed by a missing magic weapon, and a maid slipped and fell to the ground?"

"This is not an accident at all, but it was covered up by accidents and eventually turned into some kind of necessity."

"Leaving from the Yunzhou, you all were lucky enough to avoid that disaster. I wonder if you still remember the old man who talked crazy on the Yunzhou?"

That veteran?

Of course they had the impression that when it came to the prophecy that something would happen to Yunzhou, it was the old man who shouted it out first.

It's just that the other person spoke softly and no one believed him. Then it was Ye Wuyou who spoke.

"He is already dead." Ye Wuyou said.

Ye Wuyou didn't tell them that the old Taoist committed suicide, but... whether he committed suicide or not, it seemed that nothing mattered anymore.

Because whether he dies accidentally, is killed by a man, or commits suicide, there is only one outcome.

That is death.

As soon as these words came out, no matter how slow their thinking was, everyone's eyes finally showed a trace of astonishment, as if they understood something.

The death of three people is enough to prove a lot of things.

Ye Wuyou gently spread his hands and activated Tian Yan.

Everything can be easily deduced without the need to kowtow seven times.

Whether it's Tu Su, Mr. Luo, or that Three Realm cultivator...

There is only one result on the screen.

When the body dies, the Tao disappears.

"Your life is about to end." Ye Wuyou said calmly.

Of course, even though they thought of a certain point, everyone was still in disbelief.

The cultivator of the Three Realms among them frowned tightly at this moment, his eyes were hesitant, but eventually turned into a look of determination.

"Absurd, according to you, we didn't die on the Yunzhou, but we still inevitably die?"

Ye Wuyou ignored him and looked at Mr. Luo.

The breath was tightly suppressed and never leaked.

"Mr. Luo, tell me, why did you listen to my words and walk off Yunzhou?"

Mr. Luo responded calmly.

"I guess that you know the art of deduction. It just so happens that I asked you to be my escort. This is to prevent trouble before it happens. I don't believe all your words, but in order to avoid risks, I don't mind waiting for a few days and taking the next train. A cloud boat."

"Why, are you doubting me?"

Be careful and don't want to take any risks?

It's not an explanation at all.

Ye Wuyou nodded, then showed an indifferent smile.

"I do know a little bit about the method of deduction. In my deduction, even you can't escape death here, so naturally I won't doubt you."

Mr. Luo said: "Since you said that even I can't escape death, what suggestions do you have now?"

"Do you know it's weird?" Ye Wuyou said calmly.

Weird?

Mr. Luo's eyes froze slightly. As a member of the Luo family and a great magical power in the Five Realms, he certainly knows what weirdness is.

Tu Su looked hesitant, as if he was remembering his experience in that village.

Only the third realm cultivator was left, with doubts in his eyes.

What are they talking about?

Ye Wuyou didn't explain too much, and he must have known the other party's reaction.

"Gather all the people who got off the cloud boat together. In the next few days, everyone will stay together."

Mr. Luo frowned.

"What's the point of doing this?"

"significance?"

Ye Wuyou shook his head slightly, put a hand on his forehead and explained.

"Didn't you realize that the few people who have died all died in accidents?"

Mr. Luo understood what Ye Wuyou meant.

"In that case, let's all stay in this inn and wait for a few days."

Ye Wuyou denied.

"No, not staying at the inn, but staying in the same room."

If this weirdness makes everyone doomed, death is imminent.

Then I want to see how the others will die.

He wants to establish more connections, collect more information, and even find out where this strange thing is and what it is.

This weirdness can kill people.

Will it be Lu Qingshan’s [death]?

Ye Wuyou quickly denied this.

If it was really [death], hey, my group of people would not still be alive.

That's just death.

Similar, but not quite.

If it was just this kind of accident that caused someone to die, then all he had to do was avoid all accidents.

"If you believe me, then gather everyone together, including that faceless young lady in your family." Ye Wuyou said.

This is a very normal suggestion.

But Mr. Luo refused.

Um?

Why did he refuse?

Mr. Luo said calmly at this moment.

"It's not that I don't believe you can deduce it, it's just that I don't think there are any existences or accidents in this city that can make me die."

Yes, how could a Five Realm great supernatural power die here?

This is nonsense.

The third realm practitioner beside him also showed determination in his eyes at this moment, and finally shook his head gently.

Tu Su, on the other hand, seemed to believe Ye Wuyou's words at this moment, and stood there in a daze.

Ye Wuyou didn't say anything after all.

Because he also wanted to know.

What kind of accident would cause a fifth realm master to die.

I'll return a chapter later