At the gate of Xiaoluo City, the guards stood guard and collected money on a daily basis.

"Everything is in order, one by one!" The guards shouted at the noisy team.

"That's right, a group of..." The guards spat disdainfully.

But suddenly, a breeze blew by his side.

This is not the point. The most important thing is that he seemed to see a white shadow jumping past.

"Hmm?" The guard rubbed his eyes, looking confused.

"Have you seen something passing by just now?" the guard said hesitantly.

"Ha? Something?" It was obviously a bit strange when asked.

"Where did you come from? You're so dazzled. I told you to be more at ease and don't look for Xiao Taohong every day. Look, you're so dazzled now. The next step is probably to be sheep..."

"Bao! Baao! Baao! I'll last forever in my life!" the guard cursed angrily.

However, he was also confused in his heart.

Could it be that it's really overdoing it recently?

Last time he saw an old man suddenly disappear...

Otherwise, I will go a little less during this period?

In Xiaoluo City.

"The city has not been peaceful recently!" An old coachman sighed when parked in the carriage beside the street.

"Are you talking about the car business?" asked the middle-aged man at the book stall next to him curiously.

"Yes, so many people in the car dealership died one after another, and all died silently..."

"You can do this..." the middle-aged man said hesitantly.

"Is it a soul master?"

"It should be." The old coachman smoked the dry tobacco and sucked the clouds and fog.

"Who can do such a thing as apart from the soul master?" He was very confident in his words.

No one at the door had ever seen anyone enter, and he didn't even know when the person died inside.

Is this something that ordinary people can do?

"What is this soul master trying to do? Seeking revenge? It's not like it! Let's not talk about how dare we ordinary people provoke soul masters. If you don't say anything else, just talk about the old man Yu from the Lantian Chess, who is a famous good man. Even if he sees a stray cat and dog, he will eat, but now..." the middle-aged man cursed in a low voice.

Obviously, the death of the "Old Yu" made him feel very uncomfortable.

"This is all fate..." the old coachman shook his head and said.

This world does not mean that good people will definitely be rewarded.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this... unlucky!" The middle-aged man spat hard, as if he wanted to put aside all the unclean things.

"Hasn't it been half a month since I calmed down? The murderer must have left, right? Even the deacons in the Spirit Hall were alarmed by this. How dare ordinary people stay for a long time?"

"Hey, that's not necessarily the case." The old coachman put down the cigarette pole and sneered.

"What's wrong? No?" said the middle-aged man with wide eyes.

"You haven't married yet?" The old coachman glanced at him sideways.

"Isn't this accumulating a wife's book..." the middle-aged man said angrily, "Why are you talking about this?"

"I am in my thirties, but I still think things are like a teenage boy. No wonder I can't find a wife." The old coachman said in a tweet.

Seeing that the middle-aged man looked dissatisfied, the old coachman had to continue talking to him.

"You just said about the Spirit Hall, right?" the old coachman sneered.

"You said, who are the people in the Spirit Hall?"

"Who?" The middle-aged man touched his head, feeling a little confused.

"Men and women, who else can they be?"

"Silly donkey! Elm-wood lumps! You deserve to be unable to get a wife in your life!" The old coachman's face turned red and he almost jumped up without being angry.

"If you have something to say, why are you scolding me..." said the middle-aged man unhappily.

"I'm the one who scolds you!" The old coachman held the cigarette pole in his hand? He tried to raise his hand and smashed it into the middle-aged man's head several times.

"Listen? I tell you, they are all soul masters!" The old coachman looked around? There was only an alley where no one could pass by.

I just don't know why? He always feels that the shadows there seem to be a little bigger.

After that, he whispered after confirming that no one eavesdropped.

"You mean..." Finally? The middle-aged man is not stupid yet, and he has said this to this point? Still have some understanding.

"Yes." The old coachman nodded.

"For those soul masters? We ordinary people are not on the same level as them. Only when we are soul masters can we be recognized by them."

"Do you think they will really catch an equal person for the sake of us inferior people?"

"Will you kill your neighbor next door because you died a chicken and duck in your own home?"

The old coachman revealed a faint self-mockery in his ordinary words.

But it seems like the truth of the world, like the iron rule.

"This...isn't it..." The middle-aged man was obviously frightened by the old coachman's astonishing words. He spoke in a bad mood for a moment and was a little stuttering.

"Ha, who knows..." The old coachman narrowed his eyes slightly? He leaned against the car and took a deep breath of dry tobacco again.

He would say this, of course because he had seen similar things in his early years.

A soul master who made a mistake was caught by the people from the Spirit Hall? Then, what awaited him was not judged or detained? Instead, he was taken to join the Spirit Hall by the deacon from the Spirit Hall.

He remembered that the soul master made a mistake in killing two ordinary people who slightly bumped into him in the street.

And what did the deacon in the Spirit Hall say?

Two ordinary people? Kill them if you kill them? Talents like you are obviously much more important.

Oh……

At that time? The young old coachman covered his mouth tightly and curled up in the grass, not daring to make any sounds, so as not to be killed and silenced.

Fortunately, the two soul masters obviously did not have outstanding perception, of course, it may also be because they were too lazy to perceive carefully.

So, the old coachman escaped.

It was not until the two of them walked away that the old coachman let go of his hands, which had already veins, gasped, and his nose, tears and tears were all there.

One of the two dead people was his brother.

Bird brother.

The old coachman who was sinking into memories couldn't help but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't even notice that the dry tobacco in his hand had burned out.

"Old man, what I said is a bit biased." The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Oh?" the old coachman came to his senses and said in a daze.

"I don't know why you think this way." The big man's eyes were extremely serious.

"But, I think, the people you are talking about are still a minority after all."

"I can't guarantee that all of them are good people, but I think most of them are good people."

"Last time, Deacon Cheng of the Wuhun Hall, a child accidentally bumped into him and even stained his pants. However, Deacon Cheng did not blame him, but instead apologized to the child..."

"Master He from the Martial Soul Palace, the last time I helped my neighbor's children awaken their martial souls..."

"besides……"

The big man gave nearly ten examples in fragments. The old coachman did not interrupt, but just listened quietly.

"Anyway, I think there are still few soul masters like you said." After talking for a long time, the man didn't know how to summarize. After thinking for a long time, he could only say this.

"I hope so..." The old coachman closed his eyes and said nothing more.

Perhaps, this guy is right, because he is thinking too dark.

But, it can't be changed...

Even though he knew that his thoughts were wrong...

Just because of that incident, it had a deep impact on him...

The two did not notice that in the shadow of the alley beside them, there were always eyes staring at them.

So terrible...

Is the human world that scary?

Each one is more than one meter long, carrying a light green bag, and is trembling in the shadows.

It was the Lightning Rabbit who left Morning Star Forest for the first time.
To be continued...