The full-level Demon Venerable was forced to obey

These villagers were all wearing will-o'-the-wisps, with hideous faces, screaming and furiously rushing towards Cheng Mochi and the others.

That posture had the tendency to perish together, as if the three of them were the ones who caused them to suffer from the burning.

Chu Shiluo didn't care about pretending, and put A Mu who was sleeping in his arms back into his sleeves, and the gorgeous round fan appeared in his hand in a blink of an eye.

Haichuan also drew out his long sword, ready to fight.

Looking at it this way, Cheng Mochi was unarmed, and seemed the easiest to deal with.

Those villagers are also smart, they all saw that he was a soft persimmon, and most of them focused on him.

Cheng Mochi still had that casual look, turning a blind eye to their resentful eyes.

All of a sudden, the old lady just now rushed towards him, screaming something.

A small cloud of devilish energy gathered in the palm of Cheng Mochi's hand, thick black and deep, it was the ultimate devilish energy that had never been practiced by any monster before.

But before he could move, his hand was held by another hand.

The hand was cold and soft, and the pads of the fingers gently scraped against his palm, causing bursts of numbness.

That energy went along the palm of his hand, all the way up, and went straight into his heart, like a small hook gently scratching his heart, it was unbearably itchy.

Cheng Mochi felt a slight heat in his chest, even his ears and neck. This feeling was strange and novel, and he couldn't stop it!

Subconsciously, he held Chu Shiluo's hand instead, trying to keep that feeling for a while longer.

He held one hand of Chu Shiluo, and the fan in the other hand flew up, and with a wave of his hand, the group of ghost villagers fell down.

The villagers seemed to know how powerful he was, and they didn't dare to go forward, but they seemed unable to resist their hatred for them, and each ghost screamed even more fiercely.

"What should I do?" Hai Chuan was out of breath, unable to hold back.

Chu Shiluo was able to do his job well, but this group of people couldn't die, they would get up again within a moment after being knocked down, and charge up again, continuously.

They don't have much time to spend here.

Cheng Mochi leaned close to Chu Shiluo's ear, and whispered: "Master, how about I smash this illusion?"

Hearing this, Chu Shiluo held his hand harder, and said coldly: "No."

Cheng Mochi glanced at the tightly held hands of the two, and his smile deepened.

After a stalemate for a while, the villagers became even more resentful. Suddenly, a ghost rushed towards Haichuan as if he couldn't control it.

After fighting for so long, Hai Chuan was in a daze and didn't react for a while.

Chu Shiluo let go of the fan and scattered the ghost with one blow.

Haichuan was still in shock, and thanked again and again: "Brother Chu, thank you for saving my life!"

As if some shackles had been opened, the group of ghosts swarmed up again.

Haichuan's combat strength was insufficient, Cheng Mochi was restricted and had no chance to make a move, and the three of them almost relied on Chu Shiluo alone to face off.

The group of ghosts changed their tactics again, and they all rushed towards Chu Shiluo, surrounding him and Cheng Mochi, and a group surrounded Haichuan, but they were far outnumbered by Cheng Mochi and the others.

Chu Shiluo is strong, and it is easy to deal with these ghosts, but he is still a mortal body after all, and he gradually becomes tired after a long time.

He frowned slightly, and the speed of the round fan in his hand was obviously slower than before, and he relied more on him to read various formulas and fight with various spells.

This is not a head.

Cheng Mochi's right hand was held, but a cold light suddenly flashed in his left hand. The next moment, the cold light let go of his hand, and scattered all the surrounding ghosts in an instant at a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

More than 100 ghosts disappeared without a trace in an instant.Chu Shiluo looked at him sideways with a stern expression.

Cheng Mochi looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "Master, I didn't use magic, I just used this."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand to show Chu Shiluo.

He saw an exquisite dagger in his hand, the handle was silver, the material was indistinguishable, it was engraved with complicated and ancient mantras, the body of the dagger was shining with cold light, reflecting Chu Shiluo's dazed face.

Chu Shiluo seemed dumbfounded, staring at the dagger motionlessly.

Cheng Mochi tilted his head to see his expression, and found that he was just in a daze.Chu Shiluo's clear and watery eyes stared at the dagger in Cheng Mochi's hand without blinking, like a child who has seen something novel.

"You two! Can you not talk about love at this time!" Haichuan pointed at the reunited ghosts and shouted, "I'm up again, I'm about to die, you guys have to think of a way!"

Cheng Mochi was stunned for a moment, then hesitantly looked in Haichuan's direction, wondering what nonsense this person is talking about?

Suddenly, a crisp "Daddy" sounded in Cheng Mochi's ear, and the voice sounded like a little boy.

Before he could think about it, he felt dazed for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the weird temple before.

His first reaction was that Chu Shiluo's hand was no longer in his palm, so he rubbed his fingers regretfully.

Chu Shiluo beside him also came back to his senses, and turned to look at Cheng Mochi.

Cheng Mochi looked at him from the side, and felt light on the top of his head, and then saw Chu Shiluo open his arms, and took Ah Mu into his arms.

It turned out that it was Ah Mu who stepped on Cheng Mochi's head and brought him out of the illusion.

But what happened to that "Daddy"?It is said that the fox family is born with spirits. Cheng Mochi thought that Amu was clever and agile before, but he only thought that he was an ordinary fox who had not yet developed his spiritual wisdom.

But now it seems that Ah Mu is not just an ordinary little fox.

Cheng Mochi's probing eyes fell on A Mu.

Ah Mu nestled in Chu Shiluo's arms in a small lump, with her butt facing Cheng Mochi, her head tightly tied to Chu Shiluo's chest, looking very guilty.

"Cough." Chu Shiluo coughed lightly and said, "Hai Chuan hasn't woken up yet."

Cheng Mochi glanced at him, but he was very calm and didn't intend to explain.

If you don't want to say it, forget it, Cheng Mochi didn't ask, but turned around and walked in front of Haichuan.

After that, he raised his hand without hesitation, and made two "pops", and both sides of Hai Chuan's face turned red.

Chu Shiluo was speechless, and Ah Mu lay in his arms, looking at Cheng Mochi in shock, as if surprised by his behavior.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Mochi smiled, "He still wants to thank me."

Sure enough, Hai Chuan regained his senses in a daze, and after seeing Cheng Mochi clearly, he immediately bowed down to thank him, and said in shock, "Thank you Brother Cheng, Brother Chu, if you hadn't brought me out in time, I might have been torn to pieces by those ghosts! "

Chu Shiluo was expressionless, but Ah Mu seemed to be even more shocked, and his eyes turned back and forth between Cheng Mochi and Haichuan.

Over there, Cheng Mochi smiled and received his gratitude, and after chatting back and forth for a few words, he walked to Chu Shiluo's side again.

"Master, it's getting dark." Cheng Mochi said.

Indeed, they had been in the village for a long time, and just now they could not feel the passage of time in the illusion. When Fu opened his eyes, the sun had already set, leaving only the afterglow of the sunset, which turned the sky into a blood-red color.

"You two, where are we going next?" Hai Chuan looked at the sky outside and said again, "It's getting dark today, why don't we go back to the inn to rest and talk about it tomorrow?"

Chu Shiluo shook his head and said softly, "Wait."

Hai Chuan said: "What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for the wronged soul." After Chu Shiluo said, he raised his eyes to look at the statue of the boy with closed eyes.

The portrait of the young man still looks lifelike, but there seems to be something different, but when you look closely, there is no difference, which feels really weird.

Cheng Mochi also turned his head to look at the stone statue, and suddenly said with a smile: "Master, brother Haichuan, do you think this young man looks familiar?"

"Familiar?" Hai Chuan took a closer look and shook his head, "I don't remember where I saw such a good-looking boy."

At the end, he added: "Of course, I've never seen anyone as good-looking as Brother Chu and Brother Cheng."

Cheng Mochi smiled and said, "To tell the truth, Brother Hai, this is the first time I've seen a celestial figure like my master."

Chu Shiluo was not interested in what they said, so he changed the subject and said, "This is the child who was burned to death."

"What?" Hai Chuan was surprised, "How did you see that? He already..."

He didn't say the following words, but what he didn't say was that the young man was obviously disfigured, and his figure was no longer like him, so how could he still see his original appearance?

Chu Shiluo replied: "A person can change his body shape, appearance and even his voice, but it is very difficult to change his demeanor and temperament."

Cheng Mochi echoed: "That's right, there is an indelible melancholy in this child's brows and eyes, but he also has a compassionate face, quite a saintly temperament."

"Saint..." Hai Chuan looked at the stone statue and smiled mockingly, "A fool who will forgive others no matter what mistakes they make?"

Cheng Mochi glanced at him, but said nothing.

Hai Chuan said again: "What's your opinion on this matter?"