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Bu Ying took a tentative step forward, it was still a bumpy mountain road, but he knew that this road was not the one they walked on just now.Dry soil, listless grass tips, a few rhododendrons shivering in the cold wind.

He knew where he was at the bottom of his heart, but he still shouted: "Ye Ji!"

The mountain mist coiled lonely on the vertical steps, and Ye Ji's name was infinitely magnified in the valley, echoing in his ears over and over again.Bu Ying simply yelled, and didn't expect to get a response. After yelling, she walked up the steps that she had walked no less than a thousand times.

Stepping on the last step, he stepped into a shallow puddle of blood, and a steady stream of blood flowed along the cracked ground lines. Along the blood flow, he saw a person, a person who was dying.

The man with disheveled hair and ragged clothes sat cross-legged in the center of the pool of blood. His bare/exposed skin quickly cracked and shattered, and the blood dripped down his hair and fingertips.From a distance, he was almost utterly dead.

But Bu Fern knew that it was still early, the knife punishment had just passed, and the thunder disaster had not yet fallen. When the last drop of blood was drained, this person would really die, even though he had lost much consciousness at this time.Bu Ying found a clean stone and sat down, watching the scene quietly.

The dark clouds rolled and gathered in the roaring wind, the clouds that covered the sky flickered, the hunting wind raged and destroyed the houses and flowers on the hill, the fat koi in the pond panicked at the broken lotus leaves, fish and lotus leaves Together they were thrown high into the air and fell at the feet of Step Fern.The golden scales were scattered all over the ground, and the chubby fish tail swung slowly twice, but never moved again.

Step fern took out the phone and looked at the signal, then put it back.For him, the smart phone provided by his unit only has the functions of checking the time and making phone calls. If Ye Jin was here, he might have already played Snake Boring.

The thick thunder and lightning like a python split the sky in two, and also made Bu Ying's face pale, but his expression did not waver at all.The first thunder and lightning fell, followed by torrential rain from the torn sky, the cold rain kept washing away the blood on the ground, but the blood on the man's body seemed to never end, just like the breath he was holding.

The blood seeped into the soil along the cracks in the ground, and the air didn't have a trace of bloody smell, but instead had an extremely cold aroma, which was so cold that it froze all life around it.Bu Fei seized the time, feeling that he, the audience, was cooperating very well, and just stood up, covered in rain, his ancient well-like pupils shook.

He saw a man, a boy carrying a bamboo pole and coming in the rain.With scars all over his body, he walked towards the center of the rainstorm with one foot deep and one foot shallow.He walked in front of the man, the bamboo stick slipped from his hands, and Bu Fern saw that handsome face was covered with bewildered panic, which was a look that had never appeared on the adult Ye Jin's face.He frantically pushed back the man's messy hair, and after seeing his face clearly, all the light in the boy's eyes went out.

Thunder and lightning began to shatter the mountain peaks one after another. The young man knelt in the muddy water and cried loudly holding his lifeless body. Hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes, turning into more pouring rain and pouring down on the ground.

He was crying so sad and desperate, so sad that Bu Ying couldn't help but want to go over and tell him.

———Don't cry, I'll be back.Someday in the future, we will meet again.

It was at this moment of shaking that the bluffing thunder and lightning suddenly broke through the sea of ​​clouds and slashed towards Bu Fern.

The sky was frighteningly bright, and Bu Fern's figure was so thin and insignificant in front of Wanjun Thunder.He didn't dodge it, but a bamboo stick suddenly appeared on his fingertips, and a strange light flowed through the black sign.The bamboo stick turned into a long bow, and the rune was thrown in the air, falling into his hands as three long black arrows.

The first arrow whipped up a hurricane, and the sound of the wind was as shrill as ten thousand ghosts crying together. Countless gray shadows rode the wind and collided head-on with the unstoppable thunder.

The mountain shook instantly, and the ground under Buying's feet quickly split apart with him at the center.The bow and arrow in his hand did not tremble, and he immediately set up the second arrow. When the gray shadow was broken by the thunder, the second long arrow followed like a shadow, directly smashing the thunder!

Fire and rain fell from the sky all over the sky, intertwined in the torrential rain, forming a beautiful and strange scene.

Bu Fern didn't even blink his eyes, and set up the third arrow, but this arrow was aimed at the front.

He quietly looked at the familiar figure in the rain, with his fingertips on the bowstring: "Ye Ji."

He chanted this name, the bowstring was loosened, and the crisp sound of gongs parted the rain curtain, and the long black arrow pierced through the two people who were embracing each other.

The mountains and rivers collapsed rapidly around Buying. He watched the world wither with a nostalgic attitude, and suddenly smiled with relief.

Fortunately, it is false.

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The shaking field of vision returned to calm, and the fog that was so thick that it could not be dispelled just now became much thinner. Bu Ying stepped forward and picked up a burnt golden talisman, looking at the bleak sky of Xingyue: "Run away?"

The bow and arrow turned into bamboo sticks again and he put them away. The three arrows were already at the end of his strength for him, and the opponent didn't make up a knife. He was more cautious than he expected.

He was still alone on the mountain road, Ye Ji might have been led to another place, or he might have been trapped in the illusion like him.Before the gods of Leibu ascended to the Taiqing Realm, barriers were the forte of the priests in the Taiqing Realm who could not fight. If he hadn't recovered a little bit of divine power, he might have died in Zaichuan again at this time In the change.

"What enmity, what resentment." Bu Fei complained, and a singing voice with incomplete tone suddenly sounded in her trouser pocket, "I can't stop loving you~"

"..." Bu Feren's nerves and brows twitched, and he resisted the urge to beat up the person who set the ringtone and took out the phone. When he saw the word "husband" flashing on the screen, all his calmness was destroyed. , "Where did you go!"

As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other end was taken aback by him, covering the receiver and asked nervously: "Second brother, what's the matter, who bullied you?! Where are you, stay there and don't run around, wait for me to catch you!" If you find that old guy, I will come to you and kill him!"

Bu Fei thought unhappily, then you should commit suicide and apologize first. He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, took a long breath, restrained his irritability after being exhausted, and said concisely: "I am at the original place, Send me a location, and I'll find you."

"Second, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle such a high-end operation." The space on Ye Jin's side seemed to be very narrow, and even his voice was deliberately lowered to almost a whisper. In this state, he could still chatter endlessly. Nagging, "It's just an old thing that pretends to be a ghost. I reckon it might belong to Zong Ming's grandpa. Don't worry, I can crush him to death with one hand. Wait for me obediently, MUA!"

There was a loud kissing sound from the microphone, followed by a busy tone.

"..." Bu Ying pinched the phone dumbly, after a while rubbing the hot ear tips, she sat down on the steps.

He looked at his weak hands, which had held twelve signatures, each of which could be turned into a magical weapon capable of destroying mountains and seas.And now, just signing a letter has almost exhausted all his divine power...

The mountains below him were sleeping peacefully, Bu Fern could feel that this quietness was just an illusion, and the Huangquanyan, which connected to the ghost prison, was hiding near it, grinding its fangs eagerly, waiting for the opportunity to bite those Delicious and full soul, filling the evil spirits in the prison.If something exists for a long time, it will have a certain consciousness, let alone Huang Quan, which is connected with his blood.

After being nourished by that thing for so long, it is not willing to let it go.

Hurry up, hurry up, Bu Fei pressed on the top of the chest, wanting to retrieve the things there as soon as possible.

Tired to the extreme, the back of Bu Ying's head was aching. He squinted his eyes, yawned sleepily, and said to himself: "Didn't you say that you can squeeze it to death with just one hand, and it's been until now?"

The fine rustling sound suddenly spread into his already somewhat tranced consciousness, like a needle pricking him suddenly awake, that sound was very close to what Qibu described.But it's not so much the sound of sand flowing as it is the sound of some kind of arthropod crawling across the ground.

One, two... At the end of Buying's identification, he couldn't count how many reptiles like that were around him, densely packed like an army.Following the sound, he walked towards the slope next to the stone steps. After two steps, he bent down and twirled lightly on the tip of the grass. The silvery white thread was firmly stuck to his fingertips.

"Silk?" Bu Fei immediately thought of the bright and gorgeous silks and satins hanging everywhere in the Zong family. His second apprentice, Chi Le, was good at embroidery. On the way to study acupuncture, he suddenly became enlightened and entered the Tao through embroidery.

On the other hand, Bu Fei, a master, only knows a little about the way of needle embroidery, which is a little bit of poor common sense accumulated under the influence of Chi Le.

As Qi Bu said, the rustling sound like the tide came suddenly and disappeared abruptly.Bu Ying searched around, but found no clues. He sat back on the steps, stared at the silver threads on his fingertips, and gradually had an unsystematic idea in his heart.

He decided not to wait for the man who kept saying that he would come soon. They came through the mist, and the Lubu Fern didn't expect to find them when they came.He was not in a hurry to go back, he just wanted to find a random place to prove his thoughts.

It was almost dawn, and a rooster crowed loudly from somewhere, awakening the sleeping Zong family.The cock crowed like a signal, and there were gradually sporadic footsteps in the corridors of the wooden building.Bu Ying has the self-consciousness of being an outsider. He deliberately avoided the voices of the people and walked through the low corridor. He suddenly stopped and looked back at the wooden buildings nestled together.

Where are those curtains?

"Walk leader?"