Can you give me the broken impermanence?

A child's wrist bone is not as strong as an adult's. This is caused by someone deliberately breaking it forward.

Song Qingming grabbed the iron chain that locked the girl with trembling hands: "Xie Yu, can this thing be broken?"

A silver light passed by his ear, hitting the chain.

The chain snapped, Song Qingming picked up the girl and ran to Xie Yu's side: "Let's go find Aman, take him and leave together!"

Although Song Qingming pretended to be calm, Xie Yu could see the panic in his heart.

Xie Yu looked at him with pity and nodded, raised his left hand, and lightly pressed his thumb on the center of Song Qingming's brow, drawing a small vertical line.

Song Qingming hurriedly stepped back half a step: "What are you doing?!"

There was a small wound on Xie Yu's thumb, and a drop of bright red blood was hanging on it. While drawing a vertical line on the girl's forehead, he explained: "This can prevent some little ghosts from approaching, and it can also protect you Affected by Soul Absorption."

Song Qingming nodded clearly, and couldn't help but secretly praised Xie Yu, he was full of treasures.

Wait a minute, something seems wrong...

Song Qingming looked at Xie Yu with a gloomy expression for a moment: "Since you have your blood, you won't be affected by the soul-absorbing technique, so why didn't you use it when you dealt with Ghost Grandma last time, and let me hug you tightly?"

Xie Yu: ...

After a while, Xie Yu turned around and walked towards the door solemnly: "Let's go find Aman."

Song Qingming cursed secretly, liar!

The thick fog outside the house had already covered the sky and the moon, and it was impossible to tell the direction, let alone recognize the thatched cottage where Aman was.

Song Qingming followed behind Xie Yu, frowning and looking around, Xie Yu, who was walking in front for a while, stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingming asked nervously.

Xie Yu looked around with a cold face, then turned around and stretched out his hand: "Someone has set up a nine-yin formation here, and this formation is very fierce. In order not to get separated, you'd better hold me by your side."

Song Qingming stared blankly at his palm, then raised his eyebrows: "I won't be fooled by you again."

Xie Yu said very seriously: "I'm not lying to you this time, this formation will bring evil spirits to your body, even if it's just a little ghost, in this formation, there will be resentment comparable to ghost grandma, the people who set up the formation want to have nothing tonight. When people walk out of this village, they will die if they don’t break the formation.”

Realizing the seriousness of the matter, Song Qingming quickly held his hand: "That couple did it?!"

Xie Yu looked at the hand that was in the palm of his hand, and after clenching it tightly, he said in a deep voice, "With such a powerful formation, those two idiots can't make it out."

Song Qingming: "Who is that? Why did you put up such a formation?"

Xie Yu didn't say anything.

Song Qingming thought he might not know either.

Following Xie Yu through the mist, Song Qingming asked, "How can we break the formation?"

Xie Yu: "As long as it is a formation, there will be formation eyes. If the formation eyes are destroyed, the formation will naturally be broken."

As soon as his words fell, a scorched black hand suddenly stretched out in the thick fog and grabbed Xie Yu.

Fortunately, Xie Yu reacted quickly, quickly pulled Song Qingming into his arms, and led him to avoid sideways.

The hand grabbed the empty space, and hurriedly hid back in the mist.

Xie Yu's brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked at the direction where he stretched out his hand in the mist just now, thinking for a while.

The hand appeared so suddenly, Song Qingming still had lingering fears, and the hand holding the child couldn't help tightening, and it took a long time for him to regain his composure and look over at Xie Yu.

As soon as he raised his head, Xie Yu's face was close at hand. If Xie Yu lowered his head a little bit, his lips could touch the end of his eyes...

The current situation reminded Song Qingming of that dream.

Under the moonlight, in the river, death is lingering.

Song Qingming's face became darker and darker: "Let me go."

Xie Yu blinked at him, noticed Song Qingming's stiffness and a bit of embarrassment in his face, thought of something, put on an innocent expression and said: "The hand just now was too fierce, I was worried that it would hurt you And the child, will bring you over."

"I, I know, let me go first." Song Qingming turned his face away and said falteringly.

He knew that Xie Yu had good intentions, but the moment he got close to Xie Yu, he would involuntarily think of that dream.

Xie Yu secretly bent the corner of his lower lip, and when he was about to let go of Song Qingming, the charred hand appeared again, still grabbing towards them.

Before Song Qingming could react, his feet had left the ground.

Xie Yu grabbed his waist and jumped up high. Song Qingming looked at the thick fog under his feet. Although he didn't know how high the jump was, he knew that if Xie Yu let go at this moment, he would fall to pieces.

I have to say that Xie Yu is very strong, he still has a baby in his arms, Xie Yu can still lead him to jump so high.

"That hand was aimed at me." Xie Yu said in a deep voice.

Song Qingming regained his composure and thought about it carefully. He grabbed Xie Yu twice, and the main target was Xie Yu. It seemed that they were indeed targeting Xie Yu.

"Why are those brats targeting you?" Song Qingming asked hastily.

Xie Yu was slightly silent.

"That hand is not a village brat."

They slowly fell back to the ground, before their feet could stand still, the black hand grabbed it again, this time directly over Song Qingming's shoulder, and firmly grabbed Xie Yu's heart.

The sharp nails scratched Xie Yu's clothes.

Song Qingming was shocked: "Xie Yu!"

Afraid that that hand would hurt Song Qingming, Xie Yu pushed him away forcefully, a long chain was added to his left hand, extending along that black arm into the mist, tightly wrapping around that evil spirit full of evil spirits .

Sparks flashed from the chains, and the ghost's body crackled as soon as it was wrapped around it.

The evil ghost howled in pain, and hastily borrowed the power of the Nine Yin Formation to increase its evil spirit. It struggled hard, found a gap, threw off the chain, and burrowed into the fog again to hide.

Xie Yu looked around with a cold face, and found that Song Qingming who had just been pushed away by him had disappeared, and he couldn't even trace his breath.

The Nine Yin Formation, plus the evil spirits that have been haunting him.

It seems that the person who organized this arrangement came for Song Qingming, and deliberately released an evil spirit that was entangled with him to separate the two of them.

Xie Yu's face became more and more gloomy.

While he was thinking, that black hand appeared from behind him again, attacking with lightning speed, trying to penetrate Xie Yu's chest.

Xie Yu stood there motionless, waiting for the hand to stab into his body fiercely from behind, and then pierced through his chest.

"Giggle."

The evil ghost behind him laughed, but the laughter only lasted for a moment, and white smoke came out from the hand that penetrated Xie Yu's body.

In Xie Yu's chest, there seemed to be a raging fire roasting the arm of the evil spirit.

Realizing that something was wrong, the evil spirit wanted to take back his hand, but Xie Yu grabbed the struggling hand in his chest and refused to let it go.

"If I'm in a good mood, I can give you a good time..." Xie Yu said in a cold voice, his body was still facing forward, but his head was slowly turned backward like an owl.

The ghost behind him shrouded in black evil spirit trembled involuntarily.

Seeing its frightened appearance, the corners of Xie Yu's lips slowly curved upwards.

"But now I'm in a bad mood. I can only dismantle you into pieces and swallow them to satisfy my hunger..."

Song Qingming stood in the thick fog in a daze.

Just now Xie Yu pushed him hard, and after he got his footing firmly, Xie Yu was nowhere to be found.

"Xie Yu! Xie Young Master! Xie Big Brother! Xie Weird!"

After shouting several times, there was no response, Song Qingming knew that they had dispersed.

Without Xie Yu, he felt his head grow bigger in an instant.

What the hell, what Nine Yin Formation, he can't deal with it at all! !

He didn't even have a spell in his hand, and he was holding a comatose child.

When Song Qingming was about to sigh for his own misfortune, children's laughter sounded all around.

He looked towards the source of the laughter, and in the misty fog, a pair of green eyes were looking at him.

Song Qingming took a step back, and then saw another pair of eyes light up next to those eyes.

double double, triple double...

In the end, he saw eight pairs of eyes staring at him in the mist.

Those eyes are approaching silently.

"Don't come here! I, I'm not easy to mess with!!"

Without Xie Yu, without the spell, Song Qingming could only hold on with bluff.

A chill suddenly rose from behind him, and he turned around hastily, only to meet the kid with his eyes sewn shut.

Although it was still the little ghost, Song Qingming always felt that the little ghost seemed to be different, it seemed to have become more ferocious and terrifying.

The little ghost stretched out his hand towards him, giggling, and grabbed it, but before he got close, there seemed to be an invisible barrier in front of Song Qingming, and the little ghost was quickly thrown far away.

Seeing the little devil flying out of the bullet, Song Qingming remembered that Xie Yu had smeared blood on his forehead.

He turned around and walked towards the other pairs of green eyes, and if he poked his stomach out, he would bounce a little devil away.

Seeing the green eyes disappearing all around, Song Qingming became proud.

He now feels that he is the Jade Emperor's fart, so proud!

But this pride didn't last too long, and a child's cry suddenly came from afar.

"Father! Mother! Help me!!"

That voice...is Aman's!

Song Qingming was startled, and hurriedly ran following the sound.

After running a few steps, I saw two figures running towards each other.

It was Aman's parents, and the two ran in a panic, not even stopping when they saw Song Qingming.

Song Qingming quickly grabbed the woman's arm: "What's going on? Where's Aman?!"

The woman was running for her life in a hurry, and she didn't care about the disguise. She showed a villain's face and said harshly: "Don't drag me!! I don't want to die here!"

Song Qingming refused to let go: "Say it! Where is Aman!"

The woman yelled irritably: "I don't know, I was captured by those brats!!"

Song Qingming looked at her in disbelief: "You won't rescue him after he was captured? Isn't he your child?!"

"He is not my child!"

Saying that, the woman shook off his hand vigorously, and ran into the thick fog with the man.

Song Qingming looked at the back of the woman running away, feeling dazed for a while.

"Why do you need to see a doctor for him? It's not our own child, so let's die."

The voice in his mind kept echoing, Song Qingming took a staggering step back, his chest was throbbing with pain, he covered his mouth and coughed again and again.

A cold hand caressed his face.

"elder brother……"

Song Qingming paused slightly, looking at the little girl in his arms.

The little girl half-opened her eyes and looked back at him feebly, but her eyes were full of worry.

Song Qingming took two deep breaths to cheer himself up.

"It's okay, let's save Aman, and then leave here." He said in a deep voice, turned and continued to run towards Aman's cry.

After a while, he saw those little ghosts.

The little ghosts formed a circle, laughing and turning around. In the center of the circle was Aman who was squatting on the ground and shivering.

"Heck, don't want to go, don't want to go..."

The little ghosts laughed loudly, and the circle they formed became smaller and smaller, slowly approaching Aman.

Song Qingming gritted his teeth and shouted at them, "Come to me if you have something to do!"

After the voice fell, those little ghosts all looked at him, but only for one look, and then continued to approach Aman.

Because of Xie Yu's blood, the little ghosts couldn't get close, so they could only bully Aman.

Song Qingming clenched his fists tightly, and when the gang of little devils were about to meet Aman, he put down the girl in his arms, raised his sleeves and wiped the blood off his forehead.

Song Qingming: "Hello!"

Hearing the sound, the little ghosts looked at him again.

Seeing that the blood on his forehead was gone, the little ghosts laughed out loud.

"Heck, kill him, kill him!"

They were chanting, green light flashed in their eyes, and they immediately left Aman behind and ran towards Song Qingming.

Seeing the little ghost running over, Song Qingming gave off his strength.

It would be great if some impermanence came to him, at least let him draw a small portrait before dying, and die in peace!

Just as he was thinking, a golden light flew out from behind him, and hit one of the little ghosts, sending him flying.

Song Qingming was overjoyed, and Xie Yu's face subconsciously flashed in his mind.

He turned around happily: "Xie Yu..."

But seeing what was behind him clearly, the smile on his face was frozen instantly.

In the mist, what flew over was not Xie Yu, but his luggage.

Ghost Grandma also saved him with his luggage that time.

Song Qingming recalled carefully, he didn't seem to have brought his luggage to a temple or other places to have a consecration.

When the luggage flew over his head, it stopped suddenly, and then fell down.

Afraid of being hit, Song Qingming hid aside, and the luggage fell heavily on the ground, and even the contents inside fell out and scattered all over the ground.

Something lay on the ground and shone with golden light, brightened and dimmed for a while.

Song Qingming squinted and saw that it was a book.

On the other side, the kid started approaching him again, Song Qingming just stared helplessly at the book, a golden light flashed and hit the kid.

So the book is protecting him?

Song Qingming hurriedly walked to the book and bent down to pick it up, looking at the four large characters on the cover of the book, Yin Zhu Bao Dian.

Seeing the four words that linger, Song Qingming shuddered, and the book fell from his hand and fell to the ground.

It was a good fall, and the flickering light on the book went out.

Seeing that the book was no longer shining, the little ghosts quickly surrounded Song Qingming again.

Realizing that the book could save his life, he quickly picked it up and patted the dust on it: "I accidentally dropped you, you won't be really angry, right? I was wrong, you light up!!"

Song Qingming was busy apologizing while holding up the book, but he didn't see that the book meant to be bright.

Do you need any formulas?

"Majestic Heavenly Dragon? Prajna Paramita? Hurry like a law?"

Tried several times, but nothing worked.

Song Qingming wanted to cry but had no tears, and his life was too tortuous and bizarre. In less than a stick of incense, he experienced great sorrow and great joy several times.

Suddenly, eight words flashed in his mind.

"Seize the soul and lock the soul, the filth of the corpse will be gone!"

As soon as the words fell, the book flew out of his hand, shining brightly in the air, forcing those little ghosts to step back.

Looking at the book in the air, Song Qingming was overjoyed.

Now without Xie Yu, he doesn't have to be afraid of evil spirits.

Sure enough, the tall buildings rise from the ground, and happiness depends on oneself!

Just as he was having fun, the book quickly turned pages in the air, and then stopped suddenly on a certain page, and a huge suction force sucked Song Qingming over.

"Huh?! Why are you still messing with me..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingming disappeared into the book.

The vast fog finally calmed down.

The shadow hiding in the dark slowly raised the corners of her lips...

The author has something to say:

small theater:

Suppose Song Qingming attacked Xie Yu from behind.

He tiptoed to Xie Yu's back and was about to pat Xie Yu's head when he saw Xie Yu's body was motionless and his head was turned backwards.

Xie Yu smiled softly: "Qingming, you will scare me like this."

Song Qingming burst into tears.

"You're scaring me to death!!"