It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

The smell that diffuses is indescribably strange.

Liang Yueyang picked up a stone and pushed aside the leaves of the plants on the ground. The exposed ground turned out to be the color of wet blood.

"Blood-fed?" Jokin frowned.

"Maybe." Liang Yueyang frowned, and went to touch the flowers even after throwing a stone.

Jokin was startled: "Are you crazy?"

Liang Yueyang, who was ready for defense, did not wait for the petals to open.

"I have to go and see." Liang Yueyang raised his head halfway, looking at the crystal coffin not far away, "Who is in it?"

"Maybe it's just a pile of bones?" Jokin said with a drooping face. There is no way here, unless you step on these plants, God knows what will happen.

Liang Yueyang clenched his fists: "Crystal coffins are usually used as a last resort for morgues in summer. They are afraid of decay but need to wait for their relatives to come back to see each other for the last time."

"Actually, this place doesn't look like a tomb," Qiao Jin pondered. "Well, it's like a cave where the ice bed is used to heal wounds in martial arts novels."

While the two were talking, some broken light from the leaves of the open flower floated onto the crystal coffin and melted into it.

"Besides, the crystal coffin is a bit precious for a dilapidated and war-torn village, right?" Qiao Jin winked at Liang Yueyang, "Do you have any good way to get in? If I can hear it, I will follow."

"Walk in." Liang Yueyang took a look at him, and actually lifted his foot and stepped on the plant.

"Wow." Jokin exclaimed exaggeratedly,

The plant was very low. When Liang Yueyang stepped down, the leaves softened a bit, and their toughness was quite good. They didn't look like brittle leaves that were full of water.

"Amazing." Jokin exclaimed.

The distance was not far, and Liang Yueyang reached the finish line within a few steps. He looked down at the scene in the coffin, his pupils shrank, and he seemed to be stunned.

Jokin followed his footsteps and took two steps. Unfortunately, he stepped on the leaves and the smell was even more unbearable.

"Is he lighter than me?" Qiao Jin glanced at Liang Yueyang in disbelief, and pinched his nose.

Qiao Jin jumped onto the platform where the coffin was, and when he saw it, he opened his mouth wide: "He Ziyue..."

In the crystal coffin, lay a healthy woman, and it was He Ziyue. She pursed her lips tightly, her face was stern and serious.

"That's not right." Qiao Jin's back shivered. "She is a spirit, a spiritual creature produced by praying. She appeared out of thin air. There can't be a corpse."

Liang Yueyang frowned tightly.

"Could she be a ghost?" Qiao Jin stretched out his hand and grabbed Liang Yueyang's wrist, "But these, you two can't admit your mistakes at the same time."

"She does look like a spirit." Liang Yueyang came to a conclusion, turned around with an ugly face and wanted to go out.

The shattered light floating in the air touched Jokin's arm and smashed it to pieces instantly.

"Hmm." Qiao Jin slapped his shoulder, looked to Liang Yueyang and explained, "There are mosquitoes."

How could there be such a thing here.Liang Yueyang took his hand away suspiciously, opened the neckline, and looked at the place where he patted.There is a black spot the size of a grain of rice on the delicate skin.

"Why is it black?" Qiao Jin twisted his neck stubbornly, his face full of surprise.

Liang Yueyang looked at the blooming flower in surprise, and suddenly put her head close to Qiao Jin's shoulder.

That posture was almost as if he was going to bite it, and Qiao Jin's body stiffened instantly.

The smell in the air is too strong, affecting the sense of smell.Liang Yueyang almost pressed the tip of his nose against his flesh, and then inhaled twice, which seemed to have a faint stench.

The damp breath hit his shoulders, and Qiaojin rolled his eyes helplessly, feeling that a layer of sweat was almost seeping out of his body.

"Death." Liang Yueyang pulled up his short sleeves, took a deep look back at He "Ziyue"'s body, "Let's go."

Unbelievable flashed in Qiao Jin's eyes, and he rubbed that piece of skin mindfully: "Hey, lifeless, can you stop speaking so concisely and harmlessly."

"Death air is emitted by green plants, not corpses." Liang Yueyang stepped on the flowers, still lightly, and Qiao Jin crushed another one as usual.

"You mean this dead one has no breath, but these living ones are all dead breath?" Qiao Jin walked away disgusted, "Why don't you break it when you step on it?"

"You are too heavy." Liang Yueyang led the way expressionlessly.Because Qiao Jin's yang energy is too strong, it will do a lot of harm to these things.

Qiao Jin gritted his teeth: "I'll buy you a scale when I get back."

The two got out of the cave, the stream narrowed and the vegetation weakened.

"Here, you can experience the feeling of one day in the sky and one year on the earth as the fairy said." Qiaojin laughed at himself. "After a while, it feels like decades."

Liang Yueyang picked two mint leaves casually, turned around and pushed aside Qiao Jin's clothes.

Looking at the face close at hand, feeling the cold rubbing on his shoulders, Qiao Jin teased with a smile: "Why do you want to do this kind of thing that I can do by myself?"

After the words fell, Liang Yueyang had already let go.

Let your mouth be cheap!Qiao Jin rubbed his shoulders with a forced smile.

"It's not the flowering season now," Liang Yueyang immersed himself in washing his hands, "If a Bianhua flower is hidden in a pile of weeds, what are the chances of finding it?"

Qiao Jin shook his head and sneered: "Don't think about it, this village is full of dirt roads, and things can grow anywhere."

When Liang Yueyang stood up, a ray of spiritual flow circled behind his ear and drifted away along his jawbone. Qiao Jin leaned forward and kissed his cheek lightly.

"...there are mosquitoes." Qiao Jin froze in place, not daring to move, but his tone was boastful.

Liang Yueyang pushed his cheek back and pressed it back, don't start: "The next time you eat mosquitoes, your mouth will be torn."

"..." This can be answered, admiringly, Qiao Jin nodded, and then let out a sigh after seeing him go, "Thank you Circus."

Whatever Qiaojin called for the rest of the journey, Liang Yueyang didn't look back even once, and seemed ashamed to be side by side with him, and quickened his pace as soon as he saw him catching up.

Seeing them coming back, Yun Mao immediately went up to meet them: "Master, I have discovered something."

"Talk." Liang Yueyang lay directly on the dry grass in the corner, stretching out his hands, occupying a large area.

"He Ziyue went out in the middle of the night." Yun Mao said impatiently, "I was at the side at the time, and suddenly felt dark, and found her coming out of the house. She was very strange."

"Like a ghost?" Jokin inserted two words slowly.

Yun Mao thought for a while, then ignored Qiao Jin's question and continued: "She doesn't look lively at all, and she seems to be confused, walking and listening, as if she was looking for something."

"She's a ghost." Liang Yueyang's eyes were deep, "But she's also a spirit."

"Can these two...can be fused?" Yun Mao asked with a puzzled twist of his mouth, "It's not the same energy body. Could it be that one has swallowed the other?"

"Look for a well tomorrow." Liang Yueyang closed his eyes, "I'm asleep."

The remaining two were silent for a while, Yun Mao didn't want to pay attention to Qiao Jin, turned inside and fell asleep.

Duyu Qiaojin looked at the stars, he turned his head to look at Liang Yueyang, but Yunmao was like a wall in the middle.

It is said that when he protects himself with a strange rock at night, it is really as silent as a rock, and he can't wake up even if he screams, and he can't push it, which is not fun at all.

Qiaojin, who was slowly falling asleep, felt that his sleep was shallow, and he could hear the wind clearly, but he was hazy.

At this moment, there was a clear slap on the dilapidated door panel.

He suddenly woke up, kicked Yun Mao who was nearby in a panic, and shouted Liang Yueyang twice under his throat.

It didn't matter that the stone didn't wake up, and Yun Mao, a cat that should be energetic at night, didn't notice it either.

After waiting for a while for the sound of knocking on the door, I knocked again. After this time, I couldn't bear it anymore, and pushed the door open.

The moonlight was very bright, and it was He Ziyue standing at the door with flying hair. She looked at Qiao Jin coldly, her eyes were like a sword.

Qiao Jin, whose eyes were full of excitement, sneered in his heart: "Who are you? A ghost or a spirit?"

"It's not you." He Ziyue turned sideways, with half of her cheeks in the moonlight and half in the shadows.

Qiao Jin sneered: "I don't know? Then I'll go to sleep."

"What do you want that thing for?" He Ziyue said without thinking, she turned her head, compared with the delicate and pretty in the daytime, she was more charming but cold like a snake at the moment, she left just like that .

Qiao Jin patted Yun Mao again, and angrily smashed Liang Yueyang.

"I heard that I am destined to die, go and see." Qiao Jin sighed giving up, and followed the woman.

The woman's temperament was different from her during the day from top to bottom, Qiao Jin stroked her chin, could it be similar to that guy Liang Yueyang, one in the daytime and the other in the evening.

Before he finished sighing, a few guard-like people suddenly appeared in front of him, bowed to the woman, and said anxiously: "Saint, we have no arrows at all."

Where did they come from... Before Qiaojin could react, he saw He Ziyue tied up his sleeves and ankles, raised his sword and went to the entrance of the village.

wrong.Qiao Jin touched himself coldly and pinched him. Where did this scene come from now?He was stunned for a while, and hurried over to climb up the tower. There were densely packed archers lined up on the tower, but they were covered with scars and exhausted, and the city was full of attacking soldiers.

"More than 300 years ago..." Jokin took two steps back in disbelief.

Suddenly the city gate opened, and a small group of people rushed out. They were extremely fast and seemed to be carrying some strange powder. They forcefully forced back a small group of enemies, and then began to frantically pick up arrows on the ground.

There were few of them, and they retreated quickly. Even so, few of them could come back. Qiao Jin found that it was He Ziyue who took the lead, and her crazy appearance was deeply imprinted in Qiao Jin's pupils.

The man behind the door uncontrollably picked up He Ziyue and ran back to the village, probably for medical treatment.The man was dressed as a Confucian scholar, but he ran fast and steady.

"Saint?" Jokin murmured, "She's always human."