My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 452: Together with Fatty

"What are you keeping these useless yellow papers for?" Lonemoon glanced at him. Thinking of something, his eyes widened. "Can these talismans really work?"

"Not entirely!" Yi Qing directly sent over a bit of spirit qi. In a short while, that pile of talisman papers moved, and a yellow talisman pattern floated up to the area right above his hand, indistinctly visible.

"Holy shit, this fatty's handmade talismans can really work." Lonemoon took a piece of the talisman paper, which was extremely unstable and incomplete, but nevertheless halfway to success. Wait... his hand stiffened, and as though remembering something, his eyes widened abruptly.

Only then did Yi Qing say, word by word, "He's mortal!"

"Shit!"

Lonemoon finally thought of this matter. A mortal who couldn't even use spirit qi could actually draw messy talismans that worked. He must either have extraordinary quality, or special treasures. Seeing the way it was now, it must be the latter. Not a simple Fatty indeed. No wonder Divine Imperial Sect was so anxious to find him.

"Never mind, it has nothing to do with us." Lonemoon was not really interested in these matters. He had seen too much of cultivators fighting for good quality. Such things happened every moment in the Three Realms. Besides, all karmas are registered by Heavenly Dao, and all good and evil were to be repaid. It was not good for them to interfere. "Let's go back to the inn. We'll go to other immortal cities for information tomorrow."

Lonemoon thought that he'd never see that Fatty again. After all, he was just a mortal. However deep he hid, he probably couldn't escape the search of several Soul Formation cultivators. That's if... he didn't suddenly climb to the rooftop their house and trembled in a way which made the whole house crack.

And when he was shaking, he actually repeated self-comfortingly, "They can't find me, can't find me, can't find me..."

Lonemoon, who just entered: "..."

Yi Qing, who just entered, "..."

"Hey, Fatty!" Shen Ying actually looked up and greeted the person above her, "You ate?"

A certain huge thing leaning on the roof shivered. In the next moment, with a crack, the roof beam which had long been unable to support a certain person's weight broke and slammed down with a bang. Even half of the roof above them collapsed.

Yi Qing acted fast, dragging Shen Ying into his arms directly and stepping back to hide in the safe area. Lonemoon turned and stepped to the side as well. For a time, dust flew all over the room.

"..."

Lonemoon produced a wind spell, disbursing the dust in the room, uncovering the mess all over the floor, and Fatty who was covered in it. He seemed to be a bit dizzy from the bang. Seemingly dizzy from the hit, he shook his head before looking at the person in front of him.

"Miss... Shen?" He was stunned momentarily, and then struggled to get up. "Why are you..."

Before he could finish, loud sounds of footsteps came from not far away. It seemed like the disturbances over here attracted attention. Vaguely, some exploring suppression could be felt.

"What happened?"

Lonemoon looked out of the room, and saw that the innkeeper, followed by a group of cultivators in white looking exactly like those in the tea house just now, was walking towards their direction rapidly.

The man who just got up went pale as snow. His huge body trembled even more severely, and the eyes which were small to start with widened into a circle, full of horror.