Museum of Demons

Rumble.

There was a muffled thunderclap in the sky.

The female ghost, who had been quiet before, suddenly reacted violently when she heard Wei Yuan's words. A pair of empty black eyes stared at Wei Yuan's side, then disappeared suddenly, and moved towards Wei Yuan in a very strange way. Appeared, black hair grew, and there were signs of blotting out the sun in the ghost domain.

The hostility and evil spirit are unprecedentedly strong.

And at this moment, under Wei Yuan's black umbrella, another figure stepped out and met Qiniang's soul.

Zhou Yi hadn't recovered from the innocent people who needed to be protected before suddenly became unpredictable, and saw the old man walking towards him.

She didn't see the old man because she was obsessed with her soul. She came back with a subconscious exclamation, and instinctively stepped to stop him, but Wei Yuan stretched out his hand to stop her. Zhou Yi was exhausted and couldn't move forward. She stretched out her hand to hold Wei Yuan, and said urgently: Stop him quickly, it's too dangerous, is he dying?!

Wei Yuan said: Maybe this is what he has always hoped for.

What?!

At this time, Zhou Yi had also seen the old man's state, and his complexion changed.

Wei Yuan watched the old man's movements without looking away, and said slowly:

I suddenly have a question, Officer Zhou. When a person has suffered all his life because of a certain mistake, and his all-time wish is to atone for his sin with death, should we stop him? Do we have the right to stop him? Use our The standard of judgment to make the decision for him?

Can people really empathize with each other?

Zhou Yi was speechless.

The obsessive spirit of the old man ran towards the female ghost.

The female ghost screamed loudly, her hands were pale, her nails were black and long, and she poked forward.

The old man slammed down on the ground.

He has grown up, is very old, tall, much taller than that female ghost, so judging from this movement, he almost sent his chest over.

Amidst the popping sound, the female ghost pierced the old man's chest with both hands without the slightest hesitation.

The old man's soul did not suffer the slightest pain, and with a finally relieved look, he was thrown away by the female ghost, staggered two steps, then knelt down, slammed his forehead heavily on the ground, and said loudly with sobs:

Qiniang, Xiao Shiwu has kowtowed to you!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, woo woo woo woo, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry...

The old man cried bitterly.

The pain and strong self-blame in the crying are extremely clear.

Zhou Yi was stunned, then made some guesses, and a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes.

Is this where Li Gui's heart lies? !

If she was really misunderstood and died of injustice, then those who misunderstood her sincerely apologized and died at her own hands, which should be able to relieve Li Gui's extreme negative emotions, and that would be a good opportunity.

But the ghost that Qiniang transformed into didn't change at all.

She pulled out her palm, without even looking at the old man, her dark eyes looked at Wei Yuan.

The resentment and hostility in the body are heavier.

This meant that the old man's apology did not shake Li Gui.

Li Gui's predecessor didn't care about this.

The old man staggered and kowtowed three times. His soul obsession was pierced. After doing this action, he disappeared slowly. His wrinkled face was full of tears. Finally, he saw the girl who smiled and handed the candy to him that year. In the end, I jumped down Ishii's red clothes mournfully, and at the end, there was a vast expanse of snow in front of my eyes.

The heart knot is over, the soul is broken.

The female ghost attacked Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan flicked his right hand, and the black cloth umbrella spun and threw it towards the female ghost. At the same time, he took a step back, opened the piano box, and unsheathed the Eight-Faced Han Sword.

Starting with the wide and thick sword, Wei Yuan was certain in his heart.

The black hair in front of him rushed forward, and with a movement of his hand, the Eight-faced Han Sword rose from bottom to top, swaying and blocking.

While blocking the black hair with the blade of the sword, he stepped to one side to avoid it.

At the same time, the blade turned slightly, removing the brute force from the black hair.

The black hair pierced through the slate again.

The sword in Wei Yuan's hand fell sideways, cutting off a strand of black hair. With his left hand, he drew out the broken sword from his waist and used it as a dagger to make up for the loopholes in the sword technique. Holding the sword in his backhand, he slashed horizontally.

The entanglement of Yin Qi on the broken sword can cause greater damage to the female ghost.

The black hair was knocked out.

Then gather together and penetrate directly from the ground.

Wei Yuan dodged quickly, rolled violently, a sword light flowed by, and while avoiding the black hair, the eight-faced Han sword swept across.

……………

Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi stood together, watching the collision of the sword and the black-haired ghost domain, sweating on their foreheads.

The moves of the sword technique are simple, crisp, and even plain.

But every move and style is murderous.

Xuan Yi stared at the battle situation, and replaced himself as the opponent with sword skills.

Slowly, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and his complexion turns whiter.

With the simple sword moves just now, if he can't make a few moves, his head will be beheaded, or his heart will be pierced, causing five feet of blood to flow.

This is not like the swordsmanship of the Wu family.

Every move and every style is rushing to fight for his life.

This is ancient battlefield swordsmanship.

And it is the kind that has been experienced on the battlefield.

He closed his eyes, not daring to focus on swordsmanship, but looked at the whole battle situation, looking for places where he could help. Both Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi had been taught by the elders of the division, so they could see it quickly , although the swordsmanship is strong, it is still limited to the level of mortal martial arts, and it is specialized in killing people, so it does not have an advantage in the face of ghosts.

And Wei Yuan kept moving forward, just constantly parrying the ghost's attack and closing the distance with the female ghost, but he didn't care much about killing the enemy.

What does he want to do?

………………

when.

The Eight-faced Han sword blocks the black hair that grows strangely from the void.

Black water dripped from the black hair and landed on the sword, leaving traces of corrosion on the long sword.

Wei Yuan glanced at it, and clenched the blade tightly. He could feel that the quality of the eight-faced sword, which was not considered a good sword, had dropped again. risks of.

But he has already invaded within three meters of the female ghost itself.

Void's black hair stabbed at Wei Yuan like a spear.

Not far away, the complexions of Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi changed suddenly.

There was no fear on Wei Yuan's face, he just held his sword.

Looking at the ghost with the downcast face and hollow eyes, he sighed and said softly:

Fu Pengyi, I didn't abandon you.

The sharp black hair like a spear array stopped suddenly in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

Tick, tick...

Drops of water fell from the black hair.

Then those black hairs softened all of a sudden.

It's just that the hostility didn't dissipate.

Wei Yuan let go of the crouching tiger waist card with his left hand, and took out a thick stack of letters from his pocket. The top was a gray and white photo, and the bottom was a pension report. He handed it over and said:

Fu Pengyi, a Taoist in the south of the Yangtze River, joined the army in the seventeenth year of Emperor Wudi of the Ming Dynasty, defending our Shenzhou, and died a heroic death.

It's his relic, a part for his parents.

In the letter and pension, I wrote to my wife, Wan Qiniang.

He let go of his hand, but the letter did not fall.

This is ghostland.

A gust of wind caused those letter papers to fly into the air, and then spread out, flying up like white snow, surrounding the female ghost, and opening them one by one. When a letter dyed red fell in front of the woman, her movements stopped.

The name of the letter is the letter with his wife.

Wei Yuan has seen the contents inside.

All my life I love books, paintings, flowers, and good wine and beautiful people, but not as much as my heart for you, and my heart for you is not as good as my love for my family and country. I still have a life to come back and listen to you listening to music in the south of the Yangtze River, and I will never be parted again in this life; if I don’t have the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in China.

My generation should be with my family and country.

And for you, I still say the same sentence, there is no birth and separation in this life, only death.

Fu Pengyi's last pen.

The letter was written one month after the incident in Jiangnan Road. Before that, only Fu Pengyi signed it. After that, the letter became Fu Fu Pengyi. The meaning is self-explanatory.

Wei Yuan wiped the wound on one side of his cheek, leaned against the pillar next to him, held his sword and closed his eyes, not taking the opportunity to sneak attack.

A moment later, low sobs sounded in his ears, followed by desolate and mournful cries.

The woman in red was holding the letter paper, crying into tears.

The hostility disappeared slowly along with the tears.

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the wisps of night fog above Huangquan.

People in the world have thousands of words, travel thousands of mountains and rivers, and have thousands of experiences.

Have you ever heard a ghost sobbing?

Thousands of people in the world slander me, slander me and hate me, so how can you be alone?