I am fickle

Seventeenth Master was trapped in a puff of green smoke, Song Daochang's blood red eyes did not look like a sick person who was about to die.

"Seventeen, are you okay?"

Seventeen shook his head and remained silent.

Shangxian Yunhuai waved his sleeves, the green smoke slowly dissipated, and Shi Qi fell powerlessly to the ground.Daoist Song helped him up distressedly, and looked at us resentfully: "Why do you torment a weak monk?"

"It doesn't make sense." I replied casually.

According to Shangxian Yunhuai, Meimei is the evil tiger in the forest, Taoist Song is the ghost, and the death of the young monk in the Taoist temple is inseparable from him.

Shi Qi wanted to come and was afraid of hating us, now he hid behind Dao Chang Song, and whispered: "Tell them to go, and Fengshan will be peaceful."

All the incidents were provoked by you, it's ridiculous to say that Fengshan is peaceful now.

Daoist Song said with a cold face, "Why, did you find out, or did you ask you to find out?"

"The Daoist doesn't look like a dead person." I sat next to Xiaoba, and slowly brushed my fingers across his face.

"Even if I lose my soul, I won't ask you to stop me." Now that we have seen the matter clearly, he doesn't have to act.

Shangxian Yunhuai sized him up, knowing that he must not be an ordinary person because of his different character, he frowned and said, "Is it worth it to ruin a body and ruin this soul?"

"It's worth it. After all, there are debts and repayments. I owe him."

There was no change in expression on Shi Qi's face, but a charming woman walked in happily, it was Mei Mei.

Meimei glanced at us triumphantly, then patted the Taoist priest on the shoulder, and said, "How are you?"

Song Daochang held her wrist tightly, and sneered: "Since this woman killed so many lives, let her pay for it."

Meimei resisted desperately, Song Daochang's smile deepened, and before we could stop her, the raging fire wrapped her up.

Meimei held her head and screamed in pain: "Song Zhiye, you don't keep your word, you lied to me..."

Shi Qi couldn't help taking a few steps back, as if he was very afraid of the raging fire, Taoist Song gently brushed his monk's robe.

"It's alright, it's almost alright, just wait for me."

Shangxian Yunhuai touched the ashes on the ground and said, "I thought you were her ghost, I thought you..."

Song Daochang laughed loudly: "But you don't think that she is not a man-eating tiger, she is my ghost, and I am the ghost."

"What are you planning?"

"Shangxian Yunhuai, I know that I have committed a serious crime, so I just want to ask you to wait for me for a while. Let me heal Shiqi and let you deal with it later."

"Is he, inhuman, worth it?"

Daoist Song showed a pure childlike smile, and said, "He is brother Heyu, my good friend."

"Song Heyu has been dead for 20 years, he is just an illusion." My words were like cold water pouring on his heart.

"He didn't die, he was always by my side."

I clearly saw that the light in his eyes was getting darker and darker, and his soul was shattered by sadness.

I pointed to Xiao Ba on the sickbed, and said, "What do you want to use Xiao Ba to do, you seem very anxious."

We all know that this Taoist temple is not easy, and we wanted to wait and see what happened, but unexpectedly he accelerated the speed.Xiao Qi's death is too fast, it seems that his action is about to start.

"Xiao Ba, he knows what he shouldn't know, but he is a very good instrument."

"By the way, Shangxian Yunhuai, you don't know my identity yet, do you?"