Immortals come on the moon

Song Minhuan moved her fingertips slightly, but did not break free from the man, and asked, "Didn't I tell you to stay there and not move, why did you come here again?"

Fortunately, there are no other evil spirits. Although there are spells, they will be accidentally injured by evil spirits on the way.Not far away was engulfed by evil spirits—half of the stone wall is still crumbling.

The man didn't speak, he held his wrist with rough fingertips, led him to avoid the bones on the road, looked around and said, "Are you going to find other evil spirits now?"

"Well, we can't delay for too long," Song Minhuan, "It will take a while for my consciousness to recover, now I will find the evil spirits first, and note down their locations, so I don't need to disturb them."

He thought in his heart that it would be great if there was a way to gather all the evil spirits together, so that after his consciousness recovered, he could deal with them all at once.

The man was holding him, and he felt a little familiar in his heart. He remembered that Shen Yingxue was so cautious when holding him countless times.

Thinking like this, he couldn't see anything, and his emotions were a little complicated, and he threw out all the messy thoughts in his mind.

"I have a spirit detection talisman here, which can sense the evil spirit."

Song Minhuan took out a piece of dark brown talisman from his sleeve, and he handed it to the man, "Go in the direction indicated by the talisman, and I will keep an eye on the movements around you. If I tell you to stop, stop immediately. Tell me everything you can see."

If the distance is close, he can feel the breath of the evil spirit, and then he can control the appropriate distance to ensure that the evil spirit will not be alarmed.

The talisman paper in his hand was taken away, and the man responded with a sound, and led him through the street. The road seemed to have chosen a relatively remote road, and he never stepped on the bone again.

—He didn't speak on the road, and the man didn't speak either. He just held his wrist and led him to walk a little way, so that he wouldn't bump into the wall and step on the bones.

They walked for a long time, from the streets and alleys to the remote Fangge, this city is not small.He heard the sound of the bone bell fluttering in his ears, as if he had arrived in a certain mansion.

The man stopped, "There is something evil inside."

"Where is this place?" Song Minhuan stretched out his hand, touched the cold wall, and felt a touch of evil on his fingertips. Maybe this whole mansion might become the territory of evil spirits.

"This is a mansion in the south of the city. It's very close to the city wall. The words on the plaque have been scratched and can't be read clearly," the man said. "There are two corpses hanging at the entrance of the mansion. They are wearing red clothes and their faces are pale. , there was blood dripping from the fingertips...they looked at us."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He didn't know how this person described it so plainly, but at this moment, he was a little thankful that he couldn't see it, and when he heard the sentence "she looked towards us", he subconsciously became alert.

"Let's hide first—"

It's okay to kill the little evil spirit, but now it's not suitable to startle the snake.

He reacted quickly, and the man reacted faster than him, holding his wrist and leading him around the courtyard wall.The sound of heavy objects rubbing against each other came from behind him, like a heavy body crawling hard on the ground, but at a very fast speed, the sound of "creak-creak-" sounded unusually harsh.

There was darkness in front of Song Minhuan's eyes, the voice seemed to ring in his ears, his heart beat a little faster, suddenly, the man stopped, took his wrist and led him into a narrow gap.

How did he feel the narrowness?His back was leaning against the sharp and uneven rockery, and his forehead hit something, and he felt a little pain.This place is too small, he and this puppet named "Changle" had to stick together.

The other party was taller than him, he seemed to be leaning against the man's arms, his fingertips could touch the old black Taoist robe on the man's body, and the tip of his nose was full of agarwood.

Song Minhuan couldn't see anything because of the silk screen in front of his eyes. He felt that the distance was a bit close, and he wanted to move farther away, but there was a wall behind him, so he had nowhere to go, so he could only stand in a stalemate with the man for the time being.

There was a slight movement outside, and he listened intently, standing still. He felt a hard touch on his forehead, and he raised his head slightly.

Just now, his forehead hit the rockery, but now - it still hurts a little.The man put his fingertips on his forehead, gently rubbing away the bruises on his forehead.

In the crevice of the rockery, the boy's eyes were blindfolded, and the ink spread behind him, revealing a white and slender neck, which against the dark environment looked like a ball of snow.

The young man's red lips were slightly pursed, he didn't know what he thought of, he was stunned for a while, his jaw line was tense, and his fingertips were holding the man's sleeve.

A withered and gray hand crushed the corner of the rockery, rustling noises came from outside, heavy objects rubbed against the ground, and a deep evil came, as if the dusty smell of blood could be smelled through the wall.

Song Minhuan heard it, and he clenched his long sword tightly, promising that when Xie Chong came in front of them, he would kill it with the sword.

He was still concentrating, but the man held his wrist again, as if telling him not to make a move.The two of them stayed in this rockery for a while, and the movement outside gradually disappeared.

"They're gone," the man began, and slowly let go of him.

Song Minhuan walked out of the rockery holding the sword, this place should be behind the rockery.His spiritual sense recovered a bit, and he used his spiritual sense to investigate the Fan mansion, and saw the bones of many women inside, and he was enveloped in deep resentment.

"The evil spirits here are very strong," Song Minhuan said after a pause, "Next, you continue to follow the spirit detection talisman."

He groped his way to the courtyard wall, gathered his spiritual power with his fingertips, and drew a teleportation talisman on the courtyard wall.He learned this teleportation talisman from Shen Yingxue before, and he left it everywhere he went, and he could come back at any time, anyway, it was easy to draw.

"You are a low-level puppet, is it your own consciousness?" Song Minhuan walked behind the puppet man, and couldn't let him hold him all the time. He wrapped a demon-binding rope around their wrists.

There was a red string tied around the man's wrist, and he heard an "um" sound, asked a question and answered a sentence, and then stopped talking.

Shen Yingxue would definitely not be so silent, she would take the initiative to ask him many questions, and she would take the initiative to care about him.Just now the man tapped his forehead in the rockery, he was too familiar with that action... For a moment, he felt that the other party was Shen Yingxue.

But he thought it was impossible.

—Once this idea popped up, I couldn't help but want to test it out. Song Minhuan used his consciousness to inadvertently spy on the puppet man in front of Fan.

Nothing unusual, nothing out of the ordinary.

As he thought this way, he walked a little slower, and the man in front stopped and waited for him in place.

"Do you pick up sycamore branches every day and send them to Mu Yin?"

This was clearly a question asked knowingly, Song Minhuan asked this, wondering how the man would answer him.

The man replied briefly - a "yes".

"Why did you fetch the black bone mud for me yesterday?"

The man said flatly: "It's easy."

"How did you get the wound on your face?"

Man: "Accidentally scratched."

Song Minhuan: "..."

He felt that this was perfunctory, but the man's tone seemed serious.

Song Minhuan didn't know what to say, there was only one mansion in the south with evil spirits, and they were going to the west next.The west of the city is relatively remote, connected to the mountains outside the city.

It took them an hour to walk from the south of the city to the west of the city.Song Minhuan's consciousness recovered a lot, but he no longer dared to use it rashly.

The evil spirits in the mansion have not been dealt with yet. After he has identified a few evil spirits, there is a teleportation array there, and he can go there directly.

Song Minhuan heard the sound of leaves swaying, and the atmosphere around him was obviously more gloomy, the leaves were rustling, and the tip of his nose smelled of mud and rain.

"Is this the foot of the mountain?"

The man made a "hmm" and said to him: "This is a village, there are several yards, it looks very dilapidated, the vegetation is lush, and there is a ruined temple in the distance."

"The temple is dedicated to Gongzi Lan?"

"It should be." The man took a few steps forward, "There are thorny vines on both sides, so don't touch them."

Having said that, the man walked a little slower, and led him to the yard.He only heard a "creak" sound, the man crushed the lock on the courtyard door with his bare hands, half of the courtyard door was pushed open, and there was a stale and rotten smell inside.

There was no light in the house, it was very dim, and when he stepped into it, he felt the evil spirit, and the direction was in the innermost room.

The sword light swept across, and half of the wall collapsed, and the evil spirits inside heard intermittent cries, and then turned into fly ash and dissipated in mid-air.

Song Minhuan put away the sword, and the man led him to several other courtyards, some had evil spirits, some didn't, they were all small earth-binding spirits, but too much time had passed, and they could no longer be saved.

If Feng Yuan was there, they might be able to escape, but they couldn't do it, so they could only use the simplest method to wipe out all these evil spirits.

In the end, there was only one temple left, and the man led him towards the temple. The leaves on both sides rustled, and there was a cracking sound under his feet, and he hit a hard object.

"It's human bones."

The man stopped and said in a low voice: "The people in this forest are all the people of the village. During times of war, they prayed to the gods to bless them, so they knelt in front of Gongzilan's temple."

His tone was not the same as usual, and with some unspeakable emotions, he stopped and touched the bones on the ground with his fingertips.

Hearing this, Song Minhuan opened his consciousness and saw the surrounding scene clearly.

The bones on the ground still kept their kneeling posture, and they were kneeling neatly in the direction of the temple, gathering in this Yin forest from all directions.They died outside the temple, their bodies were eroded by wind and sand and turned into bones, their eye sockets were empty, all their beliefs and hopes were buried and annihilated, leaving only bleakness and gloom.

There was a cloudy wind blowing, and the bones on the ground remained motionless. Even if they were left with only bones, they could still feel the reverence and admiration for the gods.

They stayed here until their death, did they pray for their own people, prayed for spiritual blessings from the gods, or did they want to dedicate their lives to worship the gods?

Maybe it's not the gods protecting them, but they are swearing to protect the gods.

Song Minhuan himself was a little surprised when this idea came up, he said, "I don't know what happened 3000 years ago, but Gong Zilan couldn't protect them at that time?"

After all, he is his own clansman, so what happened to make Gong Zilan have no time to care about his clansman...would he rather choose to abandon his clansman?