debt repayment

During the fall, Quan Ying was squinted by the whistling wind.He stretched out his hand and called: "Sword!"

Like an eagle fluttering its wings, the sword swooped down in an instant, holding Xiao Daotong firmly.Because they were already at a low altitude, they were less than a foot above the ground at this time, so Quan Ying took advantage of the situation and let the sword send himself back to the ground.

As soon as he jumped off the sword, several cold lights flew out from the grass in front of him, shooting straight at him.

It's Feijian!

Is it over yet?

Quan Ying took out a yellow talisman from his sleeve, and muttered the incantation, the yellow talisman flew straight to the sword like a frightened bird.

It was a waste of him to scatter the yellow talismans, until the whole blade of the sword was covered with yellow.Seven or eight flying swords maintained an attacking stance, and suddenly stopped in front of him, the fastest of them, the tip of the sword was less than an inch away from his pupils.

Obtaining the master's order, several swords vibrated several times one after another, but they were still unable to advance or retreat, and froze in the air.Although the sword can't penetrate the eyes, it's still frightening to be so close.Quan Ying stepped back.

"Dijun, you were slow to react just now."

"I haven't used these basic spells for a long time, and I'm already unfamiliar with them."

Daotong's avatar said: "The small road passes by here, I don't know which fellow Taoist offended, please forgive me."

After a burst of hurried footsteps, a dozen or so teenagers appeared in the darkness. Quan Ying burned Zhang Ming's light amulet and saw that the leaders were Zi Shu and Qing Le whom he had seen in the morning.

Zishu recognized the short winter melon in front of him at a glance, and said in surprise, "Why is it you?"

"What a coincidence, young master, I'm passing by, what are you doing?"

"Orthodox Xianmen suppressing evil and catching ghosts has nothing to do with loose cultivators like you." Zi Shu made a gesture of withdrawing his hand towards the immobilized sword. How dare you be so rude to the disciples of the Scarlet Cloud Sect? Take your broken talisman away, and get out! Be careful that the ghost in your heart eats you!"

Quan Ying realized that he was late. These young monks were guarding the outside, and the experienced monks must have entered the ruins to clear the way.

He had no intention of messing around with the younger generation, and said: "Then please promise, my lord, that I have accepted the talisman, and you will not stab me right through."

"You—" Zishu glared at him, "What is your orthodoxy in the fairy sect? What kind of evil ghost are you, I don't even bother you begging me to stab you! Receive the talisman!"

Xiao Daotong remained calm, released the restraint on the sword, turned around and left.

"Farewell."

Unexpectedly, Qing Le suddenly said: "Little friend, wait! You may not be able to leave now."

Quan Ying looked back at him.

"Why?"

"It's foggy," Qing Le said softly, "Don't go, come with us. If you are alone in a place haunted by ghosts, I'm afraid your safety will be in danger."

Zishu said: "Brother Qingle, he is not with us. Don't be a bad person. He is just a casual cultivator. As long as we didn't kill him, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with us."

Qingle shook her head: "No, no. Brother Zishu, you see that the fog came suddenly, and it was unclear. I'm afraid there is something wrong. Since this little friend can control you and me Feijian, it is by no means incompetent. We keep him, not only to save his life, but also to keep us safer."

When everyone heard what he said, they all paid attention to the situation around them.

As he said, the whole body suddenly produced a vast white mist.The fog was only lying on the surface of the ground, as thin as silk, just now when the people were talking, it was like billowing smoke, spreading towards them, now it is rising little by little, and it is already higher than the top of people.In an instant, they were surrounded by thick white mist.

Some people disagree: "Isn't it just fog? There are many dense fogs and obscurations in eerie places. My husband has taught us that it's so scary——"

"Da da, da da."

Before he finished speaking, the sound of unhurried footsteps came from the dense fog.

And the sound of liquid dripping on the envoy's ground.

Masonry?Where did the stone brick floor come from in the wilderness?

The faces of the young monks changed suddenly, and their magic weapons aimed at the mist one after another.

I saw a blurry silhouette appearing swaying in the mist, and a thin and tall figure could be vaguely seen.

Because the shadow had no breath, the young monks didn't dare to take it lightly, they all stared at the shadow who didn't know whether it was a human or a ghost.

"Little friend, be careful."

Perhaps because she still can't get rid of the thinking of judging people by appearance in the mundane world, Qing Le still can't help but regard Quan Ying as a child.He said, protecting Quan Ying behind him, so he didn't know that Xiaodao in black was enjoying himself, so he snorted secretly.

He thought that these juniors had never traveled thousands of miles, so it was understandable that they didn't know that the illusion of the Yin land could be false.He will accompany the children to see the world.

"Tick, tick."

The sound of water droplets became clearer.The hazy white mist could no longer cover the figure of the person coming, and a low-slung white face appeared from the edge of the scattered mist.

Everyone couldn't see his eyebrows and eyes clearly, they could only see his straight and delicate nose and the slightly swollen bruised corners of his mouth.

The man moved suddenly, then slowly raised his face, his dark pupils were dim, staring directly at the crowd, but the scattered pupils couldn't focus on any point.In this way, he looks like a delicate and beautiful dead thing.

Quan Ying was shocked.

The Zijin Palace was dead silent.

Yan Wen gasped: "Isn't this the reincarnation of the sword spirit?!"

Naturally, the person in the fantasy didn't know the reaction of the people in the real world, and stretched out a blood-stained bare foot, limping out of the fog.

A young man with disheveled hair and slender limbs, with ankles and wrists so thin that they would break if pinched.He was blue-white, more lifeless than mist, and around his neck hung a large wooden plaque riddled with scars.

"The filth takes your life!"

A young monk could not help but move forward with a sword.The white sword light was really beautiful, and it swept across his body as he was walking forward with a short leg.

The man moved on without knowing it.

When he got closer, everyone realized that the so-called "scars" on the wooden sign were actually densely packed, several layers of scarlet letters.

Sinners, cattle, dogs, bitches, bastards.

Dirty pigs, beasts, money-losing goods, rotten dens, and lowly slaves.

……

shocking.

A black horse and a little eunuch holding an iron tool appeared in front of him.

[The author has something to say: Your friend [Xiao Song Gongzi] cheated on the corpse]