After listening to the boss's experience, Chen Yang suddenly felt that the life of ordinary people was really not easy, so he immediately bowed: "The old man is a person with a story. I admire someone like you very much."

"Whatever you say is false, it's better to give some money to be real, just treat it as the reward for telling you stories." The boss put away the bowls and chopsticks on the table and wiped off the sputtered water stains on it.

When he turned around, he saw that there was no trace of people, but five cents of silver were added to his stall.

"Wow... there is such a kind guy."

The boss shook his sleeves and the silver on his stall fell into his pocket.

This skill has made the ultimate achievement. Obviously, this older boss is not a good-looking person.

Chen Yang joined the crowd and became the front row of melon-eating people.

Seeing that the old man did not let go, the prince was angry and slapped him up with a slap. He exerted great force. He immediately slapped the old man's cheeks and swollen, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. The hand holding his thighs also loosened.

"Hmph, a ungrateful guy."

Prince Wang looked around and glared at him: "What are you looking at! Look at me again, I will dig out all your eyes."

The people around immediately retreated and scattered a way.

The prince left with a swagger, and the woman then threw herself on her father and started crying.

Immediately, someone pointed and started talking.

"The Wang family is a wealthy family. She wants to marry into a wealthy family. It's a dream. It's impossible for her to be a concubine. This little plan is very good, but unfortunately she didn't succeed."

"That's not. How many women want to marry into the Wang family, but they are still being turned away one after another."

"Although Mr. Wang is from a sideline, he is not something that ordinary women can get involved. He needs to be a good match. She is just a commoner. Where did she get such a big face to enter a wealthy family? It's almost the same dreaming during the day."

Chen Yang frowned when he heard this, and he felt a little urge to hit someone.

What these people said was a bit ugly, and the main perpetrator was not the so-called prince. These people did not say that prince was wrong, but instead directly exposed mental harm to the victim.

This is sprinkling salt on someone else's wounds. If Chen Yang was in this situation, he would have to start a massacre.

Although some people follow the trend, Chen Yang still feels the malice of this era towards ordinary women.

This woman may have a small plan to climb high, but she has suffered bad consequences now.

The prince could pat his butt and leave, just treat it as eating fresh wild flowers and taste it.

Although Chen Yang felt unhappy, he could not say anything if he was beaten and the other was willing to be beaten.

But taking advantage of others' miserable moments when they are so down and unlucky, it's fine if you don't comfort them, after all, it's done by yourself.

But it is a bit unhappy to say such harsh words and take the blame for the injury.

"I'll watch a good show." Xia He's joking voice sounded from his mind.

Chen Yang suddenly felt a cool breeze blowing, but he just shivered a little and disappeared, and there was no more strange things.

"So what's wrong?"

"She is cursing you, and the one who is entangled with the deepest curse is the prince."

"Curse us?" Chen Yang narrowed his eyes and his eyesight increased greatly. When he saw the woman who was crying with his head down, his lips quickly squirming, he didn't know what he was talking about.

"This is not from the White Lotus Sect, right?"

"No, this is a witch. When the emotions of the witches change greatly, they can awaken and see some of the truth and use the talented spells they are born with.

She had just awakened and had accumulated little magic power. The smell contained in this curse was a little light. Compared with us monks, it was not worth mentioning at all."

"There is such a fantasy setting? So what realm they have?"

"The same type as the psychic, without a specific realm, depends on whether the mastered abilities can reach the rating of our monk's magic.

For example, the ability is comparable to that of low-level spells, that is, the strength of the first to third levels of Qi training.

By analogy, they do not look at the realm, but at the effect of their abilities.

There is no delay in the ability to awaken the abilities of the psychics. When they consume low energy and have a deep attainment in their abilities, they can also develop and extend other effects, which is to increase the speed of the ability level, which will be slower."

Chen Yang nodded slightly, indicating that he had increased his knowledge: "Then is the ability she uses now enough to have low-level spells?"

"It's so bad, but it's enough to kill that prince. As for the people around you, they should be weak and sick for a while, and they will be a little unlucky."

Chen Yang pondered for a long time and watched the newborn witch holding her old father and leaving with a few fingers.

"She has such a sage to display her ability openly, she must have been discovered by the Demon Slayer. After all, even if you cast spells, you will be released in places where there are few people."

The surveillance treasure of the Demon Sect can detect the fireworks of humans, spreading all over major cities and towns.

Once the fireworks are destroyed, turbulent, swallowed, and dissipated unnaturally, the Demon Sect will immediately know what is wrong in the city.

Immediately send someone to investigate, ingest the breath, capture or kill these illegal people.

Every time Xia He casts spells, he is in a closed and small place, and is also to avoid the detection of the Demon Slayer.

Each casting only has an effect on one person, and it is easy to skip it.

But this witch is different. It has affected so many people. Without half of the disappearance, the people from the Demon Slayer can arrive here, absorb the breath, and then directly find her, either take it down, or kill it directly.

"That's not necessarily." Xia He chuckled.

Chen Yang started his mind and thought of a possibility: "Will the White Lotus Sect take her under his command? After all, he is also a supernatural person."

"Since you have guessed it, why don't you follow me quickly."

"...I suddenly guessed what you thought. It seems that my spiritual root bracelet has finally come into play."

Walking into the dark alley, Chen Yang took off his strong suit and exposed the lining, allowing Xia He to convey the luxurious clothes from the ring and then put on a fox mask.

Preliminary disguise is completed.

Then, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared.

Intermediate spell·Invisibility.

The magic of immortal cultivators is so easy to use!

Chen Yang thought so, his toes touched the ground, jumped up, and gently fell to the roof tiles without making any sound.

His current posture is a bit weird, with a hunched body, his shoulders standing, and his back bent, like an old ape in the mountains. He stepped out in one step, weighing almost no matter how much he could reach all over his body, and walked on the top of the tiles, almost silent, like a ghost.

Although this posture is vulgar, it is unexpectedly easy to use.

As for how he learned it, Senior Brother Mo once said: "The world can be human nature, or it can be a dark moon and windy night, and when people are killed and set fire."

So he learned this sneaking technique on the plum blossom stake.
Chapter completed!