Fire and theft prevention

What Wu Wu summoned was the wave of soul, no wonder Mu Qingjia had the illusion of being torn apart.

After the battle of Qingqiu Mountain's soul-destroying bell, his soul foundation has gradually stabilized, and the degree of compatibility with his body has become higher and higher, so he will not be affected by this witchcraft.

However, around him, there are hundreds of ignorant mortals who are being forced to withdraw their souls!

Even if only a wisp is drawn, it is fatal to a mortal.

The first ones to react were the young children and the old man. An old man was trembling and crumbling, and fell to the ground with a thud.Where there is the first, there will be the second. Old and young people whose vitality is not strong enough lose their primordial spirit, and their bodies weaken rapidly.

Mu Qingjia pursed her lips and looked around, thinking that she must stop this sacrificial witch dance.

On the stage, Huo Wei's Underworld Butterfly Sword pierced through the barrier and greeted the scholar.The man was calm and calm, dancing non-stop, calling out a folding fan to deal with Huo Wei.

"Mortal?" Huo Wei was slightly startled.

Taking advantage of the moment when he was stagnant, two teams of swordsmen rushed out from behind the curtain and surrounded him.He snorted coldly, the sword energy swept across, and the flames instantly melted the eight swordsmen.

The rest of the dozens of people fell to the ground, making a crisp sound of wood clinking.

It turns out that those swordsmen are not mortals, but puppets made of wood, stone, copper and iron!

The aura of fire on one side was all controlled by Huo Wei, and all the lights on the stage turned into golden flames, and the night was as bright as day for a while.Huo Wei took a good look, but saw an axeman lying on the ground with a round rune engraved on his back.

He narrowed his eyebrows, and glanced behind the knife-axe man carefully, his eyes shot out a sharp light.

I saw that the round rune had a circle on the outside and a square on the inside, and the texture and shape were contrary to the traditional runes, like a copper coin.

"Where did you get your puppet and power word skills?" he asked.

The most critical moment for the sacrificial witch dance has passed, and the soul slowly gathers around the woman, merging into her body through the skin.Like a mosquito that sucked human blood, her sluggish eyes regained their brilliance, and they turned to look at Huo Wei, with a strange satiety.

The scholar also stopped the witch dance, lit a paper rune in his hand, and said: "Go."

A team of swordsmen fell, and there was another team. Huo Wei cut off another wave, but suddenly frowned and slowed down the sword wind.

Because the people under his sword are no longer lifeless puppets, but mortals with flesh and blood.

the other side.

After the praying witch dance stopped, the soul stopped spilling out, but the wandering soul didn't seem to know how to return, and when the evening wind blew, it seemed to be drifting away.

Mu Qingjia was concentrating, and the willow catkins floating in the sky were faintly visible in his sight.The fairy soul of a fox fairy is a milky white fox, so these white clusters like flying catkins are probably the souls of mortals.

If he can see immortal souls, there is no reason why he cannot see mortal souls!

With all his concentration, Mu Qingjia only felt that some kind of mysterious orifice had been opened up in his body, those souls were clearly in sight as if they were entities, but they also became more and more scattered, sinking to the ground like mist.

It was hard for him to imagine the consequences of mortals losing their souls, and when he imagined for a while, a hollow pain emerged from his wooden body, as if he had experienced it himself.

don't go!Mu Qingjia called out in her heart, come back!

Maybe it was because the thought was too strong, he only felt a strong suction force from the depths of his body, like a magnet, sucking the catkin-like soul towards him.

The souls crowded around him intimately, and Mu Qingjia unconsciously had a group of chicks who mistook their mothers appear in Mu Qingjia's mind, fluffy and fluffy surrounding him, an old hen who was loved by thousands of people.

"You didn't come to me." Mu Qingjia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Go back to where you should be."

The flocculent cloud tangled for a moment, and finally divided into white mushrooms obediently, scattered in all directions, and fell into the bodies of every mortal in the theater building.

Seeing that everything seemed to be back to normal, Mu Qingjia heaved a sigh of relief.If he guessed right, the soul-returning wood used for his body is probably very suitable for souls to inhabit, so it can also attract other souls to a certain extent.

However, not all souls have found their homes.Broken souls dangled in front of him, fragile and clear like fireflies.

"Huh? Can't find a home?" He smiled.

Broken starlight kisses the tip of his nose.

The starlight became brighter and brighter, and the white glow covered his entire field of vision, making people dizzy.After a while, the white light dissipated and slowly revealed a dilapidated thatched cottage.

Before the phantom completely covered his consciousness, Huo Wei's anxious voice came from afar.

"Mu Qingjia—!..."

Mu Qingjia suddenly raised her head, but she didn't see her junior brother, but saw a village girl walking with a tea mug in her hand, smiling.

"Grandma." She bent down and held the tea mug in front of his eyes, very gentle and authentic.

"I won't drink, I won't drink." The old woman's voice came from Mu Qingjia's throat, "Let's keep these precious things for yourself."

"I want to drink it. Drink it to prolong life." The girl pouted her lips and smiled, "Besides, Yaocao is not the fairy grass that was hard to buy in the past. These little things grow all over the mountain, and you can eat as much as you want. The city owner also said that this year it will be sold outside the city."

Hearing this, the old woman had no choice but to take the tea mug, and said, "Okay. Let this old mouth who has lived a life of six years, also taste the taste of fairy grass."

The vision was blocked by the raised tea mug, and Mu Qingjia saw a bunch of bright yellow grass leaves floating in it.

Cozy and cute, completely harmless.

The old woman slowly sipped the fragrance of tea, and the girl moved a low stool and sat beside her, chatting with her with her bright black eyes blinking.

"I'm bored every day in the deep mountains and old forests. Grandma, what interesting things did you encounter in the city today, can you tell your granddaughter to relieve your boredom?"

"Don't tell me, there really are." The old woman smiled with crow's feet, "Today, a very handsome master came to me to draw a sugar figurine. He looks smart, but he has a clumsy mouth. Why come here."

The girl laughed: "What is he going to draw?"

"Sweetie." The old woman said with a smile, "He obviously wanted to draw a sweetheart but he didn't say so. Guess what I drew in the end? ——a vixen."

The girl giggled, then was stunned for a while, and said longingly: "For people who can read and write, the sweetheart will naturally look more complicated than those in the countryside, and it is the most unpredictable."

She looked at the tea mug that was slowly bottoming out, and then at the herbal medicine basket that was placed beside the firewood to collect Yaocao.

"With this celestial grass, if we can also flourish, I also want my son to study and read, and then find a top-complex sweetheart."

"You little girl, you've always been smart since you were a child." The old lady flipped the girl's head and scolded with a smile, "You're not honest when you're married."

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to live a better life." The girl laughed, and the corners of her eyes had the same smile lines as her grandma's.

The light in the hut is getting darker and darker, the spring breeze is blowing, and the grass leaves are swaying.Countless tender yellow grass leaves flutter in the wind, like gentle waves, gentle and graceful, like a young girl's spring love, shy and graceful.

However, around the Yaocao, everything is withered, and the grass is dying.The bleak moonlight dripped on the rapidly decaying bones of wild flowers, reflecting a dead field mouse hugging the flower stalk.

There are no birdsong in the mountains, and in the dead silence, only the sound of branches and grasses breaking through the ground.

If it was the memory of the old sugar seller just now, the current memory is probably the memory of when the grass and trees were about to die.

Mu Qingjia's soul was throbbing, like indigestion, clearing out those fragments of alien souls.

"...Is it better?" Huo Weiyi wrapped his arms around his back, and pinched his crotch with one hand.

Mu Qingjia woke up and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Layers of knives and axes surrounded the two of them, including wooden puppets and mortals with flesh and blood.The light fell on the sharp blade of the weapon, reflecting a cold light that caught the eye.

Seeing that he was getting better, Huo Wei wanted to draw his sword and break through the encirclement.Suddenly a slender hand landed on his sword-drawn hand, he raised his eyes and saw Mu Qingjia shaking his head slowly.

The scholar stood on the periphery, casting a glance from the edge of the fan.His brows and eyes were hidden behind the heavy ink, so it was impossible to distinguish his appearance.

But that gaze was calm and indifferent, without a hint of shame or despicability of having his evil deeds exposed, if there was any hesitation, it was only fear of the Underworld Butterfly Sword.

The woman half covered her face, her figure was like a weak willow supporting the wind, and she seemed to be cowardly hiding behind the scholar.

"Since the immortal elder is concerned about the lives of ordinary people, he must also have a compassionate heart. I respect you." The scholar said slowly, shaking his fan. "I'm not a murderer, and I don't intend to embarrass the elder. Today's event is all a misunderstanding."

He closed the folding fan with a "snap", and the fan handle swept across the spectators all over the theatre, as well as the murderous swordsmen.

"The immortal elder also saw that all the creatures here are under my control, inexhaustible and inexhaustible. However, the immortal elder's spiritual energy will eventually have an end."

Huo Wei snorted, the scholar didn't understand what he meant, but Mu Qingjia knew it was contempt for the frog in the well.

"Except for me, there is no cure for the 'Mourning Dance'. If the Immortal puts down his weapon and shakes hands with me now, there is still time for everything." The scholar said meaningfully, "—your friend, you can also get rest and treatment .”

His voice is gentle, but it contains a lot of threats.

Mu Qingjia realized: This person is so confident because he mistakenly believed that he was influenced by Wu Wu and wanted to restrain his junior.

In this way, they can directly arrive at the scholar's lair without any suspicion.

Huo Wei didn't even look at the scholar and the swords and swords around him, just pursed his thin lips and stared at Mu Qingjia.

The hand covering the back of his hand gently wrote: {Fake Surrender. }

Huo Wei pulled out the Butterfly Sword, and threw it on the ground with a "clang".

"Thanks for understanding." The scholar seemed relieved.

Five talisman papers flew out of him and stuck on the Hades Sword.The two swordsmen presented it to the scholar, and he wrapped the Butterfly Sword in yellow paper before putting it in his arms.

"Guests come from afar, and I'm sorry to welcome you from afar." He smiled and said, "Why don't you come and talk about it in the lower palace."

The Sword and Axe wanted to escort Mu Qingjia, but was blocked by Huo Wei.His gaze was extremely fierce, and he glanced at the scholar from the corner of his eye, and the scholar's hair stood on end from that glance.

"...Be more polite, you are a distinguished guest." He narrowed his eyes and said slowly.

The two were "sent" by the inner three floors and the outer three floors into the city lord's palace that they saw during the day—the dungeon in the palace.Except for the bracelets that could not be dismantled, all the instruments on their bodies were confiscated. There were heavy guards outside the dungeon, patrols by knives and axes inside the dungeon, and talisman arrays trapped them.

Because the city lord's wife was in poor health, he cared about his beloved wife, so he set up five puppets to monitor and left.

"Forgive me for the poor reception, tomorrow morning someone will solve the curse for you two." He said politely, "The spells here are all connected to my magic weapon. Once they are broken, I will know. Please think twice before acting."

The iron railings were inlaid on the prison wall, and yellow paper symbols were uniformly covered on them, without any omissions. Even if they were as small as a mouse, they could not leave without disturbing the symbols.

Is convinced that they can not escape.

There are no stars and moons in the dark ground, only a faint candlelight, and the rustling of gophers and insects can be heard continuously.

Huo Wei sat on the straw mat and closed his eyes to rest, silent.Mu Qingjia sat by herself for a while, then slowly fell down and leaned against his shoulder as if she was tired and weak.

The sleeves of the two were connected, and a hand emerged from the secret darkness, and patted the back of Huo Wei's hand twice.

{You also think there is a problem? }

Mu Qingjia was familiar with writing and drawing on the back of his hand.

The back of Huo Wei's hand was tense, and after reading, he turned out Mu Qingjia's palm and wrote: {Of course. }

He used great force and wrote slowly, which brought about a special feeling of being squeezed, so Mu Qingjia could feel it.

In Huo Wei's mind, the imprint of the copper coins behind the knife and axe emerged, but Mu Qingjia thought about the mountains of Yao grass in the memory fragments, and those lost souls - the old lady of the sugar seller.

Later, I didn't see where her soul went, I just hoped that she was safe and sound.

Guyi City was no longer the Guyi City he had visited in the past. Although there were no demons or demons here, it was doing more terrifying things than demons.

The man playing the role of the scholar must be the city lord of Guyi City, and the woman is his wife and concubine, that is, the "city lord's wife" who cultivates the Yaocao as Mrs. Wenjiu said in the daytime.

But what Mu Qingjia couldn't understand was that the mourning dance with Yaocao as the lead was so harmful, and it seemed that it was definitely not once or twice.Why do the residents of the city respect the couple so much without complaint?

Yaocao is even regarded as the fairy grass that cures all kinds of diseases and prolongs life.

If it is true as the granddaughter of the sugar seller said, the Yao grass is sold and spread on a large scale as a fairy grass, and the superiors steal the souls of mortals for their own use without knowing it, then the land of Kyushu will usher in a catastrophe .

Could it be that this is the destruction of Kyushu prophesied by the fox fairy?

So they must not just walk away.

Therefore, Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei were deliberately taken back to the Palace of the Lord of the City, and thus sneaked in from the inside to obtain more clues to solve the puzzle.

Now just recharge your batteries and wait for an opportunity.

In the secret darkness, the two bodies are leaning against each other, their palms are connected, but they have their own thoughts.One is immersed in the past, and the other is worried about the future of Kyushu.

Occasionally, the fingers will be clenched by the other party, and then let go.

Mu Qingjia gradually fell asleep.