Gu Meizhi

There was a moment of silence all around.

The night has completely fallen, the birds are singing and the insects are hissing, and there is a peaceful and carefree night scene.Amid the cicadas' cries intermittently in the distant medicine field, a completely irrelevant thought suddenly flashed through Ling Yu's mind.

It's so quiet here.There is already a practice in Kunlun Mountains, the patrolling disciples of each peak change shifts day and night, and they must not relax.It has been night for a long time now, and there has never been a trace of the patrolling disciples on Tianliang Peak.

This thought was fleeting, and even Ling Yu himself didn't have time to think about it.All his energy was attracted by Wen Yansheng's words just now, and he trembled slightly involuntarily, and opened his mouth to make a sound, only to realize that his voice was hoarse.

"...What kind of face is it?"

But Wen Yansheng didn't answer him.With the night wind blowing, she suddenly moved, and Ling Yu heard a melodious humming faintly coming from the distant medicine field, like a woman's voice, with soft enunciation, singing a que from the Book of Songs " Caiwei".

"... In the past, I went away, Yangliu Yiyi, now I come to think about it, rain and snow are falling..."

Wen Yansheng had been standing there in a daze with her head raised, but at this moment she suddenly turned her face away and cast her eyes on the stretch of medicine fields in the distance.

Ling Yu recognized that direction, beyond the medicine field was a pond planted with many aquatic medicinal materials, and Lin Niaoyou died by that pond.

Ling Yu frowned and just called out to Sister Wen, and Wen Yan raised her foot and walked in that direction.She also walks stiffly, almost like a sluggish zombie.

Ling Yu only felt cold sweat dripping down his back.He didn't need to distinguish carefully, but he could guess that the singing came from Lin Niaoyou's mouth.

Dozens of people in the Kunlun Mountains could see clearly that day, Lin Niaoyou's death was unquestionable, even the body had already been buried.Even if Qiongqi is proficient in the art of seizing the house, he will definitely not be able to bring the dead back to life.

unless……

A few faint blue flames rose in the night, illuminating the square inch of the pond.

Lin Youyou was sitting by the water, still wearing the dress she wore when she was dying, her bare feet were soaked in the water, splashing some water from time to time.The singing voice is soft and sweet, carefree, but those few words are always sung back and forth.

Lin Niaoling's whole body was reflected in the eerie blue flame, even though she was a delicate and beautiful little girl, she still felt scary for no reason.She only looked at the water with her eyes, and never looked back.

This is by no means resurrection from the dead.

Bo Jiu sat behind her, staring at her back obsessively.

His complexion became more and more gray, but the sincere yearning and pain in his eyes were so hot that he almost bleed.He gritted his teeth tightly, and at some point, two lines of tears had already fallen.

It wasn't until she heard the sound of footsteps that Bo Jiu raised her head fiercely.The sleeves brushed the corners of his eyes indiscriminately, and his still red eyes suddenly revealed some aggressive and stern expressions. He turned around slowly and looked at the person in front of him.

Lin Niaoling's singing stopped.Bo Jiu's face quickly turned pale.

"How could it be you."

Bo Jiu shook her hands, the long sword in her right hand was almost unsteady, but she still pointed firmly at Wen Yansheng's chest.Hearing Yan's voice, he didn't realize it.

She had previously described her movements as no different from zombies, but now she was trembling faintly. She stared at Lin Niaoliu's back with all her energy, and her eyes suddenly regained some clarity.She trembled and sighed softly, as if she had just woken up from a big dream.

"wave……"

At the moment, Ling Yu felt cold all over his body.

At this moment, he finally understood that today's misfortune has nothing to do with Qiongqi, but Bo Jiu, in order to avenge Lin Niaoyou, did not hesitate to use the secret technique of ghosts, using singing to maintain the soul of the enemy and attract him here.

Lin Niaoling died suddenly that day, but among the Kunlun disciples who died, she didn't seem so special.At first, he thought it was Chaos or Qiongqi's poisonous hands, but he didn't expect Wen Yansheng to be involved.

The water surface in the distance moved without wind, and the invisible cold air rose from the ground, and the water splashed, and as Bo Jiu raised his sword and pointed, Lin Niaoyou turned his head.

She had already stood up from the pond, but her feet were still submerged in the water. From a distance, she looked like she was stepping on those blue will-o'-the-wisps, and her face had a gloomy look, and she really didn't have any vitality.

When she spoke, the muscles on her face remained flat, only her lips moved. If Ling Yu hadn't looked carefully, she probably wouldn't have noticed the sadness in her eyes.

This emotion penetrated the heavy barrier between yin and yang, struggled out from the depths of her silent eyes, and merged into a deep vortex.

She said in a low voice: "Senior sister, why do you treat me like this?"

Ling Yu's heart skipped a beat.He once heard Elder Tiantong mention in his spare time that the art of ghosts belongs to the sect, and the reason for this is that people in this way often use resentful souls into curses.

Lin Niaoling's so-called resurrection, the three souls and seven souls are obviously not complete. If there is more resentment, it may turn into a resentment.

With a bang, Quan Kunjin unsheathed three points, and he immediately wanted to intervene.However, at this moment, a pale hand suddenly stretched out from the slanting stab, silently grasping Xi He's sword hilt.

The strength of this hand was so strong, and the cold five fingers sank into Ling Yu's wrist fiercely, which shocked him slightly.

This hand was pale and thin, with protruding knuckles, almost skinny, not like a human hand.

He looked up slowly along his wrist, and at some point Bo Jiu had passed from Lin Niaoyou's side to his eyes, and was looking at him fixedly.

It can be seen from a closer look that the Bo Jiu at this time is different from the Bo Jiu who left Tianji Peak in the evening.

In this short period of one or two hours, he almost lost weight several times, his side face reflected a ghostly blue aura, his cheeks were deeply sunken, his complexion was blue-gray, and some conspicuous white hairs grew from his temples. Looks like a teenager.

There is no doubt that Bo Jiu is deeply involved in the ghost way.

Anyone in the ghost way is notorious for driving resentful souls for his own use, and it is not uncommon in the way of cultivation.

Ling Yu met a few ghost magicians when he went down the mountain to practice, but none of them looked like Bo Jiu, who was neither human nor ghost.He was startled at first, but when he thought about it deeply, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Lin Niao's every move is subject to Bo Jiu's orders, it is obvious that her soul is incomplete, and there is no soul here.But with only a broken soul obsession, and determined not to be able to support such a complex forbidden ghost art, after much deliberation, there is only one way——

That is to transfer Bo Jiu's own soul to Lin Niao.

——Through all the way of practicing ghosts, no one has ever thought that there would be living people willing to give up their bodies to be used by resentful spirits.

"...You're crazy." Ling Yu felt his teeth chattering, but couldn't take his eyes off Bo Jiu, "The way of heaven is permanent, and practicing the way of ghosts is against the sky!

"Your foundation is too weak. Even if you sacrifice your whole body's cultivation and life, it's just to use Zi Shi's yin energy to help her revive her for a night. After tonight, she will still die! At that time, even you will not be able to survive—" —”

"As long as the yin energy is still there, even the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, I can still kill them tonight."

Bo Jiu's throat was hoarse, a pair of blue pupils shot out mad paranoid hatred, his hand strength was getting stronger and stronger, Ling Yu could almost hear the crackling of his wrist bones, his face turned pale, already understand the meaning.

Bo Jiu's plan is to fight with his back. If Lin Niaoyou was really killed by Chaos, he was betting his life with the forbidden technique of ghosts, and he was able to defeat Chaos and win some points for Mei Qingjian. vitality.

However, after all calculations, no one would have expected that the person who actually killed Lin Niaoniu was not Chaos.

The two of them were still in a stalemate, suddenly heard the wind behind them, followed by Wen Yan's short cry of pain.

Bo Jiu and Ling Yu withdrew their hands and turned around at the same time, seeing that half of Wen Yansheng's body was dragged into the water, the blue will-o'-the-wisp burns instantly when it meets someone, Lin Niaoling's ten fingers tightly clasped Wen Yansheng's throat, and when the words came out, It was still an imperceptible sad voice.

"Senior sister, why do you treat me like this?"

Her ten fingers were like iron locks, Wen Yansheng's face gradually lost its color, and the will-o'-the-wisp blared from the hem of her clothes. She stretched out her hand in mid-air and grabbed nothing, struggling and screaming, All I could hear was her increasingly shrill voice.

"You—how do you know! You are going to die, I am going to die, Senior Brother Ning is going to die too, Kunlun Mountain is full of disciples, sooner or later we will..."

It was too late to say it, but it was too late, but seeing the golden light shine in an instant, a particularly fierce and fiery air wave rushed towards him, with an irresistible momentum, a sword energy suddenly smashed into the pond.

The yin energy of the ghost fire in the water was extremely strong, and when it suddenly met the most vigorous and powerful Jin Kun's sword energy, it immediately died down.

Ling Yu floated down from mid-air, holding Wen Yansheng who curled up in a ball, coughing and spitting water, behind him with his straight sword.

Lin Niaoyou didn't expect him to intervene, and seemed to be taken aback.She looked at Bo Jiu blankly, apparently without self-awareness, and could only be driven by Bo Jiu.

Ling Yu leaned over to support Wen Yansheng, his vigilance remained intact for a while, and he fixed his eyes on Bo Jiu who was walking slowly in the distance: "If you want to kill her to avenge Junior Sister Lin, I don't need to stop you. But listen to her As I said earlier, there are still many unresolved doubts, if I don't make this matter clear, I definitely can't let her die immediately."

Bo Jiu remained silent, just stood beside Lin Niao, silently holding her hand.

Wen Yansheng coughed for a moment, then slowly raised her head.She looked miserable, but her eyes had regained clarity, and there was even a bleak smile in her eyes.

She said faintly: "Don't let me die? Brother Ling is so loud, you don't know the date of your own death yet."