Can the villain be coaxed today?

The threat of Shen Yan's words is deadly. Even if Shi Wantang's veins are twitching wildly, the flow of spiritual power wandering around is always controlled in a slow and steady state. Shen Yan stands in the center of the spiritual power vortex. , with calm eyes and a gentle arc raised at the end of his hair, Shi Wantang lost an outlet to vent, so he could only growl and throw things more violently. Shen Yan always stood in front of him, and whenever he saw signs of self-harm, Immediately shot him like lightning and restrained him.

After a long time, probably as long as a century, the voice soaring into the sky gradually stopped, and the growl on Shi Wantang's lips became choked up again and again, perhaps because his throat was so strained that he could no longer speak. The first thing he did when he recovered his thoughts, he stretched out a hand tremblingly, and grabbed the hem of Shen Yan's clothes.Then he raised his eyes, the redness in them had gradually faded away, the black eyeballs were like washed obsidian, and they were covered with mist in an instant, and the crow-wing-like eyelashes were wet with physiological tears.

Those eyes were well-shaped, and he was trying his best to restrain the tears from seeping out. He grabbed Shen Yan's clothes and looked up at him. He didn't know what to say, but just stared at his smooth jawline stubbornly. , like a scarred little beast, knowing in the dark that this is the person who accompanied him just now, so at the first moment of waking up, he subconsciously stretched out his dependent hand to seek comfort.

Shen Yan's sea of ​​knowledge shook violently, and the dull sound struck his nerves. He finally couldn't hold it back, bent down suddenly, and hugged Shi Bantang into his arms. His broad and warm palms fell on the hair on the back of his head. He closed his eyes forbearance, and murmured: "Master Bantang, you have to defeat it."

Shi Bantang, who was tortured by pain and invaded by darkness and had never cried before, suddenly trembled uncontrollably the moment he fell into this embrace. He slowly moved his hand away and grabbed the belt around Shen Yan's waist, shaking Holding back and holding back, still unable to hold back, she cried hoarsely, "Shen Yan...I'm in so much pain..."

The wrist around his waist increased in strength in an instant, and Shen Yan felt as if a blunt knife had been scraped through his heart. He knelt down on one knee, stroked Shi Bantang's back one after another, and said in multiple voices: "It's over, it's all over." It’s over, you’ve done a good job, Shi Wantang, you’ve done a good job…”

Shi Bantang cried and hiccupped in such gentle comfort, and gradually fell asleep after a while. The long-closed door finally opened.

All the fearful ghosts cast their gazes in unison. The tall and tall man stepped on the junction of light and darkness, half of his eyebrows faded into his temples, and the arc of the corners of his eyes was slightly downward in the traced outline. At his elbow, half of the edge of the robe was scattered in the bright sky like a cloud of smoke, but the robe was not draped on himself, but neatly ironed on the sleeping person in his arms.

That is their Lord Ghost King.

Shi Wantang's tightly closed eyebrows looked extremely tired, and there were faint bloodstains on the place covered by the white robe. Ji Min took a step forward and was about to speak when Shen Yan glanced at him, and he was stunned stopped.

"Prepare boiling water, wound medicine, and calming incense," Shen Yan said in a soft voice, and ordered in an orderly manner: "Go down the mountain to grab two pairs of Ningshen decoction, and deliver them to my room before dinner today. When buying medicine, remember to buy two packs of candied fruit. The one from Yongfang Pavilion, the best one."

Xia Batian looked left and right, but no one answered, so he patted his head and volunteered to take over the task. After Shen Yan finished speaking, he stopped talking and kicked open the door of his room opposite him. He gently placed Shi Bantang on his couch.

It wasn't until Mr. Shen turned back and closed the door with a bang that all the ghosts woke up as if they had just woken up from a dream. They each looked for their own things to do, and gradually dispersed.

Ji Min stroked his chin, looked at the closed door, always felt that things were going...something was wrong.

Outside the ghost hall.

Min Yu fended off the slanting branches and cleared the way for Yin Nan behind him.There were a total of seven or eight people in this group, except for the charming girl at the head, all of them wore a golden mask that covered most of their faces, and they walked along the mountain road in an orderly manner, with light and quick steps.After walking like this for a while, the black disc in the hand of one of them suddenly started to spin around. Yin Nan took a look and immediately raised his hand: "Stop."

The team stopped with orders and prohibitions.

Yin Nan took the disc, glanced at it thoughtfully, and then raised his head to look at the density of forest leaves around him, "Let's just go here, any closer will attract the attention of the Shifang Ghost Palace, and unnecessary troubles can still be avoided." If you avoid it, you will avoid it."

Min Yu nodded yes, several subordinates acted in response, untied the simple luggage carried behind them, each took out the items in it, and assembled them together.Yin Nan threw the disc and looked at the looming dome of the Ghost Palace not far away.

Min Yu only thought that she was worried about bumping into the ghost hall crowd, and took the initiative to say: "Saint, don't worry, I have checked, this place is a dead spot patrolled by the ghost hall patrol guards, and no one will come here on weekdays. We just got back, and we won’t go down the mountain in the short term, as long as we block our breath, they will definitely not be able to find us.”

Yin Nan absent-mindedly "uh", the disc was raised high in her hand, and then fell steadily, she suddenly said: "Why do you think Shen Yan stays with Shi Bantang?"

"..."

"No, I don't understand." Yin Nan frowned and tried hard to think, "In the original book, the two of them don't have much intersection, Shen Yan is such an upright person, even if Shi Bantang was a disciple of Kunlun Palace, After he defected, he never gave others a good face. In the end, he was stabbed to death by the villain... How can I say that their temperament does not seem to be able to coexist! The Shen Yan I saw the other day was bewitched No way?!"

Min Yu replied: "Saint, I can't understand you again."

The saint raised her hand, "Ignorance is bliss." Then she continued to stare at the ghost hall of the ten directions and doubted her life. She seemed to know the king in the ghost hall very well, and the Kunlun Palace boatman who is probably in the ghost hall now. The words dissected the two of them thoroughly.Min Yu pondered for a while, and interjected: "Saint, could it be that they discussed something on the bank of the Black River a few days ago and reached a consensus? I heard that when the two parties met, they were supposed to fight, but the result was just They broke up unhappy and didn't do anything."

"The bank of the Black River... That's right! The Battle of the Black River!" Yin Nan clapped his hands suddenly, and turned to look at her family Minmin with gleaming eyes. Where is the story going?"

Min Yu: "..." It's beyond the outline, saint.

Yin Nan waved his hand, as if he didn't get any meaning from him, but the news of Min Yu obviously gave her a lot of inspiration, she couldn't help being excited for a while, biting her finger and shaking on the spot After walking around for two or three times, I suddenly turned my head excitedly and said: "Xiaoyi! Come here, I have an important task for you. Now go to the ghost hall and tell the ghost king. Just say that I want to give him money and tell him..."

"Truly—"

Before she finished speaking, a shrill signal whistle came from the jungle behind her, a ray of light flew out from the dense forest, and like a phoenix whistling, a coded word rang out in the sky, shaking the forest trees straight to the heavens, Yin Nan was stunned Suddenly, he looked behind him subconsciously—about ten meters away from the group of people, there were two thin figures, one was young, dazed, his legs were too frightened to maintain his real shape, and he was floating in mid-air, his hands He held a half-empty signal flare in his hand, and the other was old, goose-skinned and white-haired, leaning on a cane in his hand and staring at the people in front of him in amazement, but he didn't seem to be physically fit, he was gasping for breath, and he seemed so tired that he would lose his breath in a second. I'm going to faint.

Yin Nan looked at them, and they also looked at Yin Nan.

After a long while, the little ghost who could not calm down under the gaze of several eyes finally yelled: "My lord—help!!!"

Sometimes, luck is the key to determine whether a thing can succeed or not.

Even if everything is in order, the east wind is not easy to wait for. Sometimes God doesn’t like it, so maybe he replaces the east wind with the northwest wind. This kind of bad luck is not impossible. According to Min Yu’s thorough and detailed investigation, this day There should have been no traces of people in the vicinity, but the accident just happened like this. No one would have expected that Lord Ghost King would be sick today, and no one would have expected that the little ghost who went down the mountain to ask the old man would copy this bird. No one would have expected that because of the cover of the dense forest, Yin Nan's subordinates didn't find any clues until the two came ten meters closer. What is this called?This is called God wants to kill me!

Yin Nan sat on the edge of the boulder, looking at the center of the open space. Two guys who clearly notified their location, but seemed to be taken hostage by them panicked. Unable to bear the old man's gesture, he took out Xiao Yi's body, took out a simple foldable small Maza, and respectfully said, "Sit down."

"No, no, no," the old gentleman waved his hands again and again, looking at them in a panic, unable to tell whether they were good or evil for a moment, and with a firm will not to associate with the wicked, he resolutely refused, "No, the old man will never be in the company of the wicked." Practicing medicine is good, and you have your own principles, and you will never accept such bribes."

"Oh," Yin Nan replied indifferently, then turned his head and stuffed the pony under his buttocks. The old man: "..."

Xiao Yi leaned into her ear and asked in a low voice: "Saint, are we not leaving? People from the Shifang Ghost Palace are coming soon."

Yin Nan turned his head, his lips and teeth still: "Do you think they are vegetarians? Don't worry if they can't escape, we might as well follow the plan, your saintess, I have my own plan."

Xiaoyi let out an "oh" and stopped talking.

After a while, Ji Min arrived, bringing with him dozens of elite guards from the Ghost Palace, and in the blink of an eye, the open space was completely surrounded. Yin Nan patted his trouser legs and stood up leisurely, smiling like a fox. Throwing bait in his gaze: "How about making a deal?"