Museum of Demons

The wind in Huangquan became more and more anxious, but it was not as gloomy as before.

The hostility and resentment on Wan Qiniang's body disappeared with tears.

Wearing an embroidered red dress, gold embroidered shoes on his feet, a plain face, still about eighteen or nineteen years old, with black hair hanging only around his waist, his eyes are slightly red and swollen, but the calf has a transparent texture, which makes people feel Seeing it was a little frightening.

This is……

Zhou Yi didn't know what to say.

This has exceeded her experience.

Wan Qiniang wiped her tears with her sleeve, carefully held the letter, bowed to Wei Yuan, and said softly, Thank you, my lord.

Wei Yuan shook his head and said:

Miss Wan, are you awake?

Thank you, my lord.

Is that so...

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, put away the Eight-faced Han Sword in his hand, and said:

What wish does the girl have?

wish?

She looked like a girl from more than a hundred years ago in a daze. She originally wanted to say that she didn't have any wishes, but holding the letter that she hadn't received, and thinking of the words on it, she said in a strange way: I want to Look at this era, okay?

Xuan's complexion changed, he got up and stopped in front, and said eagerly:

No, it's not certain that she's harmless...

The hilt of the Eight-Faced Han Sword hit the blade in Xuan Yi's hand with neither light nor heavy impact.

The sword in Xuan Yi's palm was knocked out.

Rotate three times and insert it upside down.

The trend of the sword hilt continued unabated, hitting Xuan Yi's stomach.

Xuan Yi snorted, held back the words he hadn't said yet, staggered back a step, and had to get out of the way.

I'm sorry for you today, but I will pay you back tomorrow.

Wei Yuan put the Eight-faced Han Sword with its sheath into the piano case, leaned over and picked up the black umbrella that had just been thrown away, shook off the dirt on it, opened the black cloth umbrella, and turned to look at the oiran girl in red, with her right hand Holding the talisman in the palm of the hand, letting the power of exorcising ghosts permeate under the umbrella, he stretched his left hand forward and said softly:

Then, I will accompany the girl to walk Jiangnan City again.

please.

…………………

Zhou Yi helped Xuan Yi who was clutching his abdomen.

Wei Yuan did not contribute at all.

The reason why Xuan Yi retreated, even fell to the ground, was because he was already out of strength.

His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth: He doesn't know how unstable Li Gui is...

If that female ghost riots outside, I'm afraid more than a few hundred people will be harmed.

Zhou Yi said: He should have some way to prevent the ghosts from messing around.

Let's try to see if we can eliminate this ghost domain, otherwise it will always be a scourge. By the way, you can look up the names of Fu Pengyi and Wan Qiniang now...

Um.

………………

Gangnam Road in rainy weather.

Before the rain actually fell, there was already a faint hint of water on the bluestone slabs on the road.

Wei Yuan held an umbrella, carried a piano case on his back, and accompanied him in red under the umbrella.

I didn't expect that this place is still the same as it was back then.

Wan Qiniang, who was dressed in red, looked at the mossy corners of the ancient buildings on both sides, and said softly.

I still remember running past here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come here to sell vegetables, green vegetables, cabbage, very fresh, and frosted persimmons in winter, from the old Chen's family. The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle restaurant over there, with three tables for one person, two and two sides, a small spoonful of soy sauce, very authentic.

It's not that I didn't think about it when I was young. When Pengyi and I are old, we can only walk slowly on this street arm in arm, watching others come to buy vegetables, and watching children running around. Thinking about it now, You really shouldn't think about it that much.

Wan Qiniang shook her head lightly.

Go forward to the old house that has already closed the door.

It can be seen that it was originally a store, but it has not been opened for many years.

This is Jixiangfang. It turns out that I like to buy rouge here the most.

At first, I thought that no matter how the world changes, there will always be a daughter's family, and the daughter's family will always paint their eyebrows and red, and this shop will never be closed. I didn't expect that the current daughter's family no longer uses rouge. Peng Yi said The changes in the world are beyond what people can think of, maybe this is the reason.

Seeing the busy urban area from a distance, Wan Qiniang stopped, standing in the misty and rainy Jiangnan, and stopped moving forward.

I wanted to see the new Jiangnan for Pengyi, but I saw the old scenery everywhere, which made the young master laugh.

She smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.

Since no one uses Rouge anymore, no one will sing or listen to the song anymore.

Wei Yuan said, Yes.

Holding an umbrella, he looked at the bustling new urban area and replied:

The opera is still there, and the opera singing is also liked by more young people. There are many new things in this ancient land, but those old things have not been forgotten. They are still growing, inclusive and tolerant. Naida, Shenzhou has never lacked such tolerance.

Those who deserve to be remembered, we will never forget.

Miss Wan, if you look into the distance, the place where there is a monument is the Martyrs Memorial Park. The names of those who were born in Jiangnan Road and died for the country are all written on it.

How, there is still plenty of time, do you want to take a look?

………………

A moment later, in Jiangnan Road Martyrs Memorial Park, Wei Yuan stood quietly holding an umbrella.

There are many names written on the stele.

Wan Qiniang in Hongyi counted them one by one, and finally saw the familiar name, she finally seemed to cry and smiled, and leaned over to caress the stone tablet, but her fingertips could not touch the temperature of that person, nor could the stone tablet, her fingers Pass through the stone tablet.

It was going to rain, and the sky was overcast, but there were still some people in the park.

There were also some children.

Holding the umbrella, Wei Yuan bowed towards the monument and Wan Qiniang, saying:

I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. Many people are afraid. I have never been taboo to go to the cemetery, let alone at night, but the martyrs' cemetery is different, because even children know that heroes and martyrs will protect them. Those of us who come later, all They should be thanked, and you too.”

Thank you.

Wan Qiniang turned around, her eyes were red, she rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said softly.

Young master laughed.

No problem.

Miss Wan, is there anywhere else you want to go?

there is none left.

That's all, the two walked back to Chunxiao Tower in silence.

Wan Qiniang pushed open the gate of the garden, and saw Zhou Yi and the three inside had complex expressions, and the original ghost domain had begun to crumble slowly, like a corner of an old oil painting from the past, revealing the dilapidated true face, the collapsed small pavilion , Messy spring grass, faded big mahogany door, all have experienced years of erosion.

Crouching Tiger's badge trembled slightly.

This time there is no need to print it on paper, words have already appeared in Wei Yuan's consciousness.

The ghost disappeared.

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Crouching Tiger's badge slowly quieted down.

Wan Qiniang carefully placed the letter beside her, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, who had just traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, and said:

My lord, there is something else you want to tell me.

Then Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi saw that Wei Yuan, who was about to take Wan Qiniang out without hesitation just now, silently put away the black umbrella, then took off the violin case, took out the sword from it, closed his eyes, and moved his fingers slowly Gripping the hilt of the sword, the steel trembled and buzzed in the scabbard.

Wan Qiniang said: But it's because I attacked the young master?

Wei Yuan said:

You, did you kill someone?

innocent people.

Wei Yuan raised his head slightly, thinking of the mournful wailing he heard when he passed by Fuchun Community in his mind.

Clenching five fingers together, clanging and whistling, the Han sword was unsheathed.

Rumble.

The sky thundered and it began to rain.

The right hand sprinkled the talisman water on the blade, and stroked the blade with his fingers.

The blood remained, but left golden traces on the blade.

[Note on spirit], the spirit is contained in the weapon, which can hurt ghosts and demons.

Wei Yuan lowered his horse step slowly, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands.

The blade pointed at the wandering soul who had given all his strength to help him fulfill his wish.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes heavily, Qiniang's experience, the despair of the past, the sinister heart, the reason for turning into a ghost, and the wailing of the mother who lost everything when passing by the Fuchun community, all came up. Maybe this is In real life, whether it is a Crouching Tiger captain or a knight, sometimes nothing can be changed.

We can only choose.

From the crouching tiger's waist card, there was a low roar of the tiger.

Wei Yuan suppressed the depression and complexity in his heart, opened his eyes, and said in a low voice:

The murderer shall pay with his life.

Big Han Sili Captain, Wei Yuan...

The sword edge was raised and pointed at Wan Qiniang.

Send Miss Wan for the last time.