Can you give me the broken impermanence?

"Sichen, come here." Song Qingming suppressed the trembling in his voice, and forced himself to be calm.

Si Chen walked over with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Song Qingming kept his voice extremely low, and pointed at the old man on Master Cheng's body in the mirror: "Did you see this man?"

Si Chen looked at his fingers, blinked, and asked in confusion for a while, "Who is it? Master Cheng?"

Song Qingming's scalp went numb for a while.

That old man, only he can see it.

Hell in broad daylight is scary enough, but now he has to bear this horror alone.

It took him a long time to calm down, he dragged Si Chen to a corner, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Si Chen, what should you do if you encounter a ghost pressing the bed?"

Si Chen said: "The ghost pressing bed is easy to solve, just drive the ghost away or get rid of it... Wait a minute, Mr. Song doesn't mean..."

With that said, Si Chen turned his head to look at Master Cheng who was paralyzed on the bed.

Song Qingming was relieved to see him at a glance.

Si Chen frowned and looked away: "But I didn't see anything, and I didn't feel that Master Cheng was pressed by something?"

"I also want to know why only I can see it?!" Song Qingming said with some breakdown.

Si Chen rubbed his chin, thought for a moment and then murmured: "Sure enough, as I thought, Mr. Song is absolutely extraordinary."

Song Qingming became even more anxious: "Is now the time to talk about this? The point is what to do now!"

Si Chen: "Young Master Song is right, then I will use a spell..."

"Don't! Don't use it!" Song Qingming quickly stopped him: "If your talisman is not drawn well, it might make things worse."

Si Chen touched his chin and nodded: "It makes sense, let me think about it..."

While Si Chen was thinking for a moment, Song Qingming turned his head and took another look, which made his heart tremble.

He turned his head back stiffly: "Si Chen, I have a good news and a bad news now, which one do you want to hear first?"

Si Chen smiled very simply: "Of course it's good news!"

Song Qingming: "The good news is that the ghost got off Master Cheng."

Si Chen: "Great! What about the bad news?"

Song Qingming swallowed: "The bad news is... that ghost is standing behind us now."

Si Chen was startled, and reacted very quickly, he immediately turned around and stabbed with his sword, but before the broken sword touched the ghost, the ghost turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated.

A ghost's rough voice sounded in the room: "You can't hear, you can't speak, you can't move, you can taste it too!"

The black smoke diffused and filled the entire room, but Ke Sichen seemed unable to see it, and looked around blankly.

In the next moment, a cloud of black smoke rushed towards Si Chen.

Song Qingming recalled the gossip directions he had read in books, and hurriedly shouted: "Si Chen, Kanwei!"

Hearing this, Si Chen turned around intently, and stabbed straight behind with the broken sword.

Although the sword was broken, the intent of the sword was still there. There was a sharp coldness exuding from the old broken sword. Si Chen's sword was used very beautifully. snort.

Before it was too late to be happy, another cloud of black smoke flew out from the other side.

Si Chen couldn't see, so Song Qingming had no choice but to help him point out the direction.

At the beginning, the two cooperated very well. The ghost was stabbed by Si Chen repeatedly, but there was no tendency to weaken. As time passed, Si Chen gradually lost his strength, and his sword was obviously much slower.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and after turning around and stabbing the black smoke again, he said in a deep voice: "Mr. Song, it seems that I underestimated the situation of the Cheng family. This is not something that you and I can deal with together. Hold on for a while, and get out of here quickly."

Song Qingming gritted his teeth and said: "What's the use of saying this now, I just escaped from here, and there are other ghosts waiting for me outside, it's better to stay with you for safety than to run away by myself."

Si Chen: "But I can't hold it anymore, if this goes on..."

Just as he was speaking, a huge cloud of black smoke suddenly fell from Si Chen's head.

Song Qingming didn't even have time to call out the direction, his heart was in his throat, and when he thought it must be over this time, the jade pendant around Si Chen's waist flew out of light again, blocking the black smoke from falling.

Si Chen couldn't see anything, but he could feel two forces competing against each other above his head at this moment.

The faint light is desperately blocking the black smoke from hurting Si Chen.

Song Qingming remembered the voice he heard before.

"Please, stop Si Chen."

That white light is the owner of the voice? !

Before he had time to digest this matter, the weak white eyes couldn't hold on anymore.

Just when Song Qingming was anxious about what to do, another huge black figure smashed through the window and rushed in. His vigorous figure leaped high and swallowed all the black mist and self-light in the air. .

The speed was so fast that Song Qingming couldn't catch it with the naked eye.

When the black shadow landed on the ground, Song Qingming finally saw clearly that it was a huge black panther, probably taller than him when standing up.

Song Qingming and Si Chen looked at the black panther that suddenly appeared in astonishment.

Si Chen: "Leopard..."

Because he was too shocked, Si Chen couldn't even finish his sentence.

Song Qingming squeezed out a smile.

He felt that he was very calm. Having experienced so many things, he had learned to smile calmly at everything he saw.

The result - open your mouth...

"It looks like a fried chicken, and the coal snake is amazing!"

Si Chen looked back at him with question marks all over his face.

When the two of them were trying to figure out where the black panther came from, the black panther suddenly retched, and after a long time spit out the white light that had just been swallowed from its mouth, the white light flew back to Si Chen's jade pendant in a hurry. Then the panther's body shrank rapidly, and after a while, it turned into a little black cat.

Song Qingming rubbed his eyes hard and looked.

Isn't this the cat he picked?

The black cat tilted its head and let out a sweet 'meow', then trotted towards Song Qingming, looking very happy, when it came in front of him, it jumped up and jumped into his arms.

Song Qingming caught it steadily, hugged it in his arms, and asked in a daze, "Why are you so powerful, you can't really be..."

Before he could finish speaking, Si Chen interrupted him in a cold voice: "Young Master Song, put this cat down quickly."

Song Qingming looked over and found that Si Chen was pointing his broken sword at him.

"What are you doing?!" he asked in surprise.

Si Chen replied: "I just took a quick glance before, and I didn't notice it. Now that this thing is close, I feel that it has an extremely ominous aura."

Hearing this, Song Qingming quickly hugged the black cat tightly, and turned sideways to block Si Chen's view of the black cat: "Could it be that you also think black cats are evil?"

Si Chen wanted to explain: "I didn't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a bang—a thunderous sound outside the house.

The sound was deafening, attracting the two of them to the window to look out.

The dark clouds pressed down, covering the sky and covering the sun like huge boulders, making people breathless, and the wind was strong, wishing to uproot the entire Cheng family mansion.

"One short, one short..."

"I don't see the lotus in the pond, but the heads of people in the water..."

"The solitary grave is unbearably desolate, find a few more people to bury together!"

There were countless voices floating in the air, men and women, resentful and indignant, which made people's bones tremble.

Looking at the scene outside the house, Xie Yu couldn't help but frowned, and subconsciously murmured: "It seems that someone is doing something behind the scenes, urging the Sha here to finish ahead of schedule."

After he finished speaking for a long time, he suddenly realized that a chill slowly crept up his spine.

Xie Yu raised the cat's head, just in time to meet Song Qingming's contemptuous gaze above him.

"Thank you! Yu!" Song Qingming gritted his teeth and called out his name.

Xie Yu froze in Song Qingming's arms.

Just now he was too focused on the outside things, so he made a mistake and opened his mouth.

Not to mention the hundreds of years of being dead, even when he was alive, Xie Yu had never been frightened into a cold sweat, but now he feels like he is covered in cold sweat.

Xie Yu: "Qing, Qingming, I actually..."

Song Qingming directly stretched out his hand in front of Si Chen: "Si Chen, lend me your broken sword, and I will politely send this rich man on his way."

Si Chen happily put the sword into Song Qingming's hands.

Seeing that Song Qingming was really angry, Xie Yu immediately put on an aggrieved expression: "Qingming, listen to my explanation. I encountered some troubles and had to become like this. I wanted to explain it to you yesterday, but , But you suddenly said to me... In that case, I don't know how to speak."

He also specifically emphasized the word 'like that'.

Si Chen listened enthusiastically, and hurriedly asked: "What is that like?"

Song Qingming's face suddenly lit up the grassland like wildfire, and he pressed Xie Yu into his arms, gagged his mouth, then turned to look at Si Chen, blushing and changed the subject: "The important thing now is that the outside What should we do!!"

Xie Yu rubbed the cat's head out of his arms, and looked at Si Chen: "I can break the evil spirit, but it will take some time to draw the formation, so you need to help me draw the formation first."

Seeing the dark clouds getting darker outside the window, and the thunder that fell from time to time, Si Chen gritted his teeth hard: "Okay! Listen to you, what kind of formation should you draw?"

Xie Yu said solemnly, "Have you heard of the Blood Fiend Formation?"

Si Chen: "Blood evil formation? This is a fierce formation!"

Xie Yu said coldly: "Yes, it is to control evil with evil."

When the last stroke was finished, Si Chen's face had turned pale.

In order to draw the bloody formation, he cut off all ten fingers.

Song Qingming asked a little strangely: "Why can I only use Si Chen's blood to draw formations? Can't mine?"

Xie Yu raised his head and said seriously: "Of course not, I don't want you to cut your hands."

Song Qingming: "Is that the reason?!"

Xie Yu nodded the cat's head.

As if hearing what they said, the jade pendant on Si Chen's waist lit up, as if expressing his dissatisfaction.

Si Chen also heard what they said, and said with a smile: "It's okay, I will occasionally cut my fingers and draw symbols."

Xie Yu jumped down from Song Qingming's arms, and the moment he landed, he recovered his appearance. After entering the formation, he said in a deep voice: "Si Chen, you come to protect the formation. If someone interferes, you will have to risk your life." Prevent."

Si Chen nodded vigorously.

Then Xie Yu looked at Song Qingming.

Song Qingming thought that Xie Yu was going to say something to him, but Xie Yu's eyes turned to the Candle Book behind him.

"You want him to die, I want him to live, although the purpose is different, but in the end they don't want anyone to hurt him, so when I can't protect him, you come to protect him."

After finishing speaking, Xie Yu sat down cross-legged, cut both palms and pressed them on the ground, bright red blood flowed out meanderingly, traces on his face appeared silently, and the ground began to faintly tremble.

Song Qingming turned his head puzzled, and looked at the treasure book behind him.

What did Xie Yu mean?What made him die and let him live?

He became more and more confused, why there were so many riddlers around him, and they always said strange things.

Just as he was thinking, there was another stabbing pain in the back of his waist, and the wind around him was getting stronger and stronger. Stones flew in and hit Song Qingming, which kept him awake.

Amidst the murderous aura hovering in the air, a cold voice came to mind: "Just because you want to break my Sha?"

Xie Yu's eyes were cold: "Instead of provoking me, it's better to protect your Sha seriously."

As soon as the words fell, Xie Yu's whole body was enveloped by evil spirit, and Song Qingming couldn't see Xie Yu's figure anymore.

Not knowing what was going on in the bloody formation, Song Qingming became anxious for a while, and put his right arm in front of his eyes to block some flying stones, and strenuously took two steps towards Xie Yu's direction.

But the golden light above his head suddenly appeared, and Song Qingming didn't have time to resist, and he was sucked in by the book.

The first two times when he entered the book, all he saw were stories of haunting ghosts. Song Qingming thought it would be the same this time, seeing these haunting ghosts in the Cheng family mansion.

The sky was foggy, with no light from the sky, and the drizzle fell like silver needles.

At the door of a post station, there stood a handsome, unsmiling man, who was looking at the sky with gloomy eyes at the moment, as if he was a little tired of the rain.

Song Qingming recalled it carefully, as if he had never seen this person before.

After a while, the postman came out and said to the man: "Guest officer, why don't you come in and take shelter from the rain."

The man shook his head and refused in a cold voice: "No need."

Song Qingming was startled, the voice... sounded very familiar.

Before he could think about it, he saw a familiar figure walking to the station with an umbrella.

He was dressed in Taoist robes, with delicate features, and a sun-shattering sword was carried on his back.

This, isn't this Si Chen? !

The author has something to say: Sui Sui Nian: Let me help Mr. Song Qingming translate that sentence of his big tongue. "It's just a leopard, nothing to be surprised about." And then the next little story, in order to avoid accidents, to remind the little Taoist priests.