soul repair

Qiu Zhiye's messy face looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were disheveled, and his whole body was covered in oil and dust, as if he hadn't washed it for months or years.Ji Qingyan took out a white Supa from his sleeve and walked to the next room.

After each murder, he has the habit of wiping his hands with Supa, which has been the case for several years.

If this room is called a pigsty, I'm afraid the pigs will feel wronged.The smell was bad, and the ground was full of rotten things, which seemed to be eaten, but Song Guzhui couldn't be sure.It was midsummer at this time, and the smell was particularly disgusting. Flies and mosquitoes were flying around in the room, not to mention living, it was hard to stay for a moment.

In such a room, a woman who looked about forty years old was chained to the bed, her right leg was black and purple and swollen, her face was covered with tears, she was trembling and unable to speak, she just shook her shoulders and wept.

Song Guzhui rescued her, and said to Ji Qingyan: "This should be Qiu Zhiye's mother." Then he said to the woman: "Madam, when did your son start practicing soul art, and where did he come from?" learned it?"

The woman's face was terrified, her voice was hoarse and weak, as if she had been given dumb medicine.She waved her hands in a panic, and said in a voice that could barely be heard: "I'm not, not his mother! I'm someone else—"

Ji Qingyan and Song Guzhui looked at each other.

It was extremely difficult for the woman to speak, her chest was swollen, Song Guzhui pressed his fingers against the woman's throat.The woman's breathing became easier, and her mood eased slightly, she said: "I, I was beaten unconscious on the way back to my mother's house a few months ago, and I was locked here when I woke up." Trembling with fear, his voice was intermittent: "He, he has always called me mother, and I am not his mother. When I said I was not his mother, he beat me with a stick and stabbed me with a knife. I was afraid. I was really scared, so I had no choice but to admit that I was his mother."

The woman's eyes were red, and she screamed as if she couldn't bear it: "His mother, his real mother is under this bed!"

Song Guzhui's thoughts paused a little, he lifted the quilt that had fallen in a mess, and bent down to look at the bottom of the bed.He maintained this squatting position for a long time, put down the quilt silently, stood up and nodded to Ji Qingyan.

There was indeed a skeleton under the bed, wearing a woman's coarse clothes, its appearance was so dark that it could not be seen clearly.

The woman was crying hysterically and couldn't stop. Song Guzhui pressed his fingertips on her temples, and after a while she gradually calmed down, her voice was silent, and tears filled her eyes.

"I tried to escape several times, but he found me before I went out, and finally locked me on the bed." The woman spoke again, trembling, "He treats me with a filial attitude, coaxes me to sleep every day, talks with me, But he fed me smelly and moldy things, drank dirty water, said to clean up, but swept the floor everywhere with a stick. He didn't think I was like his mother, painted me with makeup, broke my legs, and Ask me why I accidentally fell."

Song Guzhui looked at her black and swollen right leg: "It's been hurt for several months."

"He said he couldn't invite a doctor, so he used the black ash from the bottom of the pot to smear my wounds, saying it was a medicine for healing. He was already crazy, already crazy. His mother died two years ago, and he But he still thought he was 15 years old, staying at home in a daze, often talking to himself in the yard, and yelling at the wall alone, as if someone was arguing with him over there."

Tears fell from the eyes of the woman: "The woman next door died last night. He forgot to lock the courtyard door when he went out to see this morning. I tried to escape secretly, but he found me. I thought I couldn't escape. , I really thought I would die here."

Song Guzhui had vaguely guessed what was going on.Qiu Zhiye's mother died two years ago, perhaps because of a leg injury. He has been insane since then, and I'm afraid he can't distinguish between memories and reality.This woman was about the same age as his mother, and Qiu Zhiye saw her by chance, so he took her back.

"Where was your home originally, and what was its name?" Song Gu asked her.

The woman cried and told her name and village.

Song Guzhui turned his head to look at Ji Qingyan, saw that he nodded indistinctly, took out a red pill the size of a fingernail from his sleeve, and brought it to the woman's lips: "Eat the wound and it will be fine."

The woman didn't resist, she opened her mouth and swallowed without making a sound. After a while, her eyelids gradually sank, her mind was in a trance, and she lost consciousness vaguely.

Song Guzhui then said to Ji Qingyan: "I took her captive here a few months ago, but the killing only started a few days ago, so it can be seen that Qiu Zhiye was already a lunatic when he started practicing soul art. "

"Ah."

Ji Qingyan turned his head to look out of the window, and suddenly saw a young man standing at the gate of the courtyard, with a somewhat familiar face, who was crowding into the crowd to look inside.The torches outside the courtyard were blazing, and the sky was twilight. It seemed that they had attracted a lot of onlookers from the villagers.

Song Guzhui saw that Ji Qingyan's expression was not right, followed his gaze and raised his eyebrows: "It turned out to be the man in the early morning."

Ji Qingyan's face was a bit ugly, and he said: "Let's go."

"Will the palace lord accept Qiu Zhiye's soul?"

"He has no cultivation level, so he can't be regarded as a soul cultivator." He can only kill people with soul art, and he can't cultivate with it, not even the lowest soul cultivation.

Song Guzhui was stunned, only to hear Ji Qingyan walking in front and said: "Qiu Zhiye has been crazy for a long time, and he doesn't leave home. It seems that someone came here to teach him, so he can practice soul art."

Song Guzhui understood what Ji Qingyan meant.Soul art is only used in soul cultivation, but how can a lunatic practice it?Qiu Zhiye probably just likes the pleasure of his body when his soul is torn apart.If someone really teaches Qiu Zhiye, then his purpose is not to accept disciples, but to let Qiu Zhiye kill people.

Disaster in the world, his heart should be punished!

"The palace lord will take a step first, and I will stay here to deal with the funeral affairs."

"Ah."

Song Guzhui took another look at the man at the door.

This man is really lucky, he has woken up again so soon, and he seems to be fine.This is Hong Fu Qi Tian's fate, right?

Guan Ying didn't feel that he was blessed and blessed, he just felt that it was hard to say.

In the morning, his body went down along the river, and when he woke up, it was already dark.There was a little boy next to him screaming: "Mom, he's awake!"

The voice sounded familiar, Guan Ying immediately opened her eyes, she was lying on a small bed, and sitting beside her was a kind-hearted little boy, about ten years old, with wet hair, staring at him blankly .

Guan Ying pondered for a moment before remembering who it was, sat up and smiled, "You saved me again?"

The boy who rescued him was Yamane.

Last month, he dragged this smirking man out of the water, and this month he saw him by the stream outside the village. Yamane felt as if he had been bewitched by this man, and his ghost was lingering.

There was a person's footsteps outside, and Yamagen didn't have time to say anything: "My mother is coming, I don't want to tell her what I saw you in Luohe last time."

As soon as the curtain of the room was opened, a young woman about 27 or [-] years old walked in. She was wearing rough clothes, but her figure was a bit slim, she didn't wear makeup, but her face was also pretty.Guan Ying had never seen any woman in her life, and felt a little restrained for a moment, she just smiled at her: "Thank you Madam for saving me."

The woman saw few people, and rarely saw a young and handsome man in the village. Seeing his handsome eyes bent, she suddenly felt that her eyes were flying, and she blushed in embarrassment. She didn't dare to speak, and put the food on the table. Come on, lift the curtain and go out.

Guan Ying sat at the table and ate with a bowl, feeling that the room was strangely quiet.He raised his head, only to see that Shan Gen's face was a little cloudy and uncertain, and after a while it was dark and dark as if it was going to rain.

"What are you doing?" Looking at him like this, this meal is expensive?

"My father has been dead for four years. My mother and I are at home. I don't recognize you as a stepfather." Shan Gen spread the quilt on the floor with his arms in his arms.

What?

Guan Ying's throat was blocked by vegetables and he couldn't swallow.

He was very suffocated, he had a peachy face, and he didn't know how many rattans he had offended since he was a child. The master always thought that he would wink at him when he had nothing to do, which was really outrageous.

"No one wants to be your stepfather, don't be silly—"

In the middle of the speech, it seemed that from a very far away place, suddenly there was a miserable cry, and the resentment was soaring and boundless!Guan Ying immediately stood up from the bed, and Shan Gen was still sitting on the floor and glaring at him, as if the voice had nothing to do with him and heard nothing.

Guan Ying gritted her teeth.The cry turned into a cry of extreme pain, which floated over empty and penetrated into his heart, even if Guan Ying covered his ears, it would not help.He got out of bed restlessly and walked to the door, Shan Gen frowned and said, "Where are you going?"

Guan Ying didn't speak, and looked out the window with a cold face. The lights gradually turned on in the summer night, and people's voices were noisy: "Something happened! Qiu Zhiye from the next village was killed!"

Yamane got up immediately: "What's wrong? Someone died?"

Guan Ying's lips moved.

Not only did something happen, but something major happened.

The hustle and bustle came from the nearby Xihua Village. Shan Gen had already rushed out. After thinking for a while, Guan Ying followed the crowd to the next village, and soon came to a house.

The smell inside was unpleasant, and there was a rancid smell everywhere, and many people looked inside.

The days of summer are long, and the red light of the rising sun among the trees can be faintly seen in the morning light. It is already early morning.Suddenly, the villagers standing at Qiu Zhiye's door were in an uproar, and several of them had already called in full of praise.

"The immortal cultivator of the Shangqing Palace! My God, what a talent for an immortal!"

Guan Ying saw a figure moving away in the air, who seemed to be wearing white and a black shirt.I think it's because the clothes are well cut, but the flair of that figure is indeed so-so, but the flying is too fast, so I can't see the appearance clearly.At this time, the villagers are already discussing, what is "peerless", what is "unrivaled in the world", they are full of embarrassment.

The sky was dim, Guan Ying didn't see what this person looked like at all, and he was puzzled in his heart, he was cultivated and he couldn't see clearly, how could these villagers see clearly?

One of the old men stroked his beard and said: "There were countless romantic figures in the southern and northern dynasties. I heard from people from the Central Plains that among the cultivators of immortality, there were four with outstanding looks and temperament, and one of them was in the Shangqing Palace."

It was the first time for many people to hear about this kind of thing, and someone asked, "Which four?"

Guan Ying also raised her ears.

The old man smiled and said: "I don't know which four are they, I just heard a poem." He coughed lightly, stroked his beard and read aloud: "The water is quiet and the clouds are faintly hiding the three mountains, and the wind is blowing darkly." Passing through the warm painting stream. The fragrance of the rain at night can be delicious, and the fog lightly enters the blue sky at dawn."

The village names didn’t have much ink in their stomachs, and they couldn’t understand for a while. The old man explained: “Every sentence of this poem talks about one of them. The three mountains in the first sentence refer to the Shangqing in the southeast corner of our country. Twelve Peaks."

Everyone was fascinated when they heard it, but they couldn't imagine what kind of elegance it was, only Guan Ying, who was forced by his master to learn to write poems when he was a child, didn't think about those four people at this time, but entangled that these four sentences were too ancient. plate.It doesn't seem like a seven-character quatrain, but it seems that the seven-character law has been cut off in half, making people stuck in their throats, unable to move up or down.

At this moment, there was the sound of slight footsteps in the messy and smelly yard, and a man in dark green clothes slowly walked out. Although his appearance was ordinary, he was calm and polite, with a stable temperament.

The villagers had never met the immortal cultivator face to face, and they all seemed to be dumb.

Song Guzhui was always in charge of cleaning up the aftermath, so he was very familiar with the scene in front of him, so he said calmly: "Recently, more than a dozen people in Donghua Village and Xihua Village died at night, all of which were done by a soul cultivator. This soul cultivator is Qiu Zhiye from this yard, and he must have had some grievances with them before, so he used sorcery to kill them."

These two villages have never had a soul cultivator before, and the villagers couldn't accept it for a while, and looked at each other in blank dismay.There are a few well-informed people who have heard of it, but they dare not talk nonsense at this time, Song Guzhui said: "You don't need to know what soul cultivation is, you just need to know that it is evil and crooked, to destroy people. Souls mutilate and kill animals to practice, and the Shangqing Palace will punish them."

His solemn voice, with a hint of warning in his calmness, made people feel awe and dare not despise him.

"Qiu Zhiye is dead, and I can't harm anyone in the future. I hope you will keep this in mind. If someone practices soul art, this will be the end." Song Guzhui pushed the door open vigorously, and stood aside, "Go and see."