Ding Zhou Ji

Seeing that Yin Fuque suddenly seemed a little preoccupied and depressed, Xiao Yi thought for a while, then changed the subject directly, and asked casually: "Old General Qin seems to be very familiar with the people in this village, does he often Come here? Or does his family live in the village?"

Yin Fuque, who came back to his senses after hearing the words, nodded slightly: "Well, almost every household in this village has children from Lianyunzhai. Old General Qin will often come to see if there is anything that needs to be taken care of. As for His own family... all died over 20 years ago..."

Speaking of this, he took a deep breath, paused and said: "However, no one knows his real identity except the second elder of the Meng family. Everyone just regards him as a good-hearted man in the village. It’s just a small boss.”

"Oh...the old couple must have a deep friendship with him, right?"

Yin Fuque's voice suddenly became a little distant and desolate: "They all regard each other as their relatives. The only son of the second elder once had a friendship with the old general... For decades, the old general has been On behalf of filial piety..."

"Oh..." Xiao Yimo knew that the son of the old couple must have passed away, so he couldn't help feeling very sad.

After being silent for a while, she mentioned it casually again: "Actually, do you think it would be a blessing if you could spend your whole life together in this small mountain village like the two elders of the Ma family?" point?"

Yin Fuque replied softly: "Moreover, it's the kind of blessing that can't be cultivated for many lifetimes."

"Then..." Xiao Yimo lowered his head, fiddling with the lantern in his palm again and again, with a little hesitation and nervousness in his tone: "If it were you, you would give up such a hard-won blessing for the sake of power and status." points?"

Yin Fuque looked at her neck drooping like jade, and her cheeks that looked redder under the light of the lantern, a warm smile gradually emerged from the corner of her mouth.

However, just when he was about to answer, his face suddenly changed, and immediately he clutched his chest tightly with his hands, turned over abruptly, and laid the whole person on his side on the ground.

Hearing his movement is different.Xiao Yimo quickly raised his head.But he could only see his slightly trembling back.at the same time.The blood flame talisman hanging around her neck also suddenly shone brightly.Even through the coat.That thick layer of blood also covered up all the surrounding light.It was almost the same as what she and shopkeeper Liu saw in Tenglian Pavilion Yayuan that day.

only.She has no time to pay attention to the sudden and strange aspect of this blood flame talisman.Instead, he was busy checking Yin Fuque's situation.

Xiao Yimo gently touched Yin Fuque's shoulder with his hand.Want to lift him up.Unexpectedly, he shook his head slightly.

She couldn't see Yin Fuque's face.All I could feel was his whole body trembling like a pendulum.Although I was very anxious in my heart.But he didn't dare to move him easily.

At this time, the bloody light of the Blood Flame Talisman was still strong and strong.

Xiao Yimo suddenly recalled what Zhong Kui once said about Yin Fuque's evil spirit.Immediately a flash of inspiration: Could it be because that monster is doing mischief.That's why there was a certain connection with her jade pendant, which was already a monster?

Then it occurred to the woman in the green bamboo forest that when she heard the tune she played, she knew that there was a spell on it.So he quickly took out the willow flute that was next to him, and with the thought of going to the doctor in a hurry, he put it on his mouth and played the "Unknown Song" again.

At this time, Yin Fuque, who was already a little drowsy because of the pain in his chest, suddenly heard a clear and melodious flute sound.As if it was a good medicine, it not only relieved his physical pain, but also allowed his gradually disintegrated mind to gather again.

He thought it was just an illusion, but when he struggled to turn around, he was surprised to find that it was Xiao Yimo who was really playing the willow flute. Xiao Yimo's lips were knocked off.

Xiao Yimo, who was still rejoicing at his obvious improvement, didn't expect him to make such a move at all, and immediately stayed on the spot.

Gradually, as the light of the blood flame talisman weakened or even completely disappeared, Yin Fuque's pain finally subsided slowly.

While panting, he tried his best to prop up his upper body with his elbows, and said to Xiao Yimo who was still in a daze with an apologetic smile: "What's wrong? Are you scared of me?"

"You..." Xiao Yimo, who was kneeling beside him, stared at his almost pale face covered in cold sweat: "Are you alright?"

"I've never been broken!" Although Yin Fuque's voice was weak, it was still full of ridicule.

"...Then what happened to you just now?"

"It's nothing, it's probably because I drank too much alcohol and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable."

Such an absurd explanation obviously couldn't convince Xiao Yimo: "Is it just like this? Then why did you knock off my willow flute?"

"Oh...that...it's because you played too badly..." The smiling Yin Fuque replied very easily: "I'm already in a bad mood, and I really can't bear your devilish sound filling my ears any longer. .But I owe you an apology for my rudeness."

"Ghosts will believe your nonsense, just keep making it up!" Xiao Yimo didn't bother to respond to his insincere apology, and his tone already contained anger.

Yin Fuque didn't seem to care about it, and continued to talk about him: "By the way, what happened to your willow flute? It's been more than 20 days, and it should have withered long ago. How could it be returned? can play?"

"What does this have to do with you? Why should I tell you?!" Xiao Yimo snapped angrily.

"Of course it's none of my business. I did this with my own hands. If it turns out to be some kind of monster or murder weapon, I'll be responsible for it!"

"Monster? I think you are a big monster yourself!"

Yin Fuque blinked, and suddenly realized: "Oh... I see, it must have something to do with that Sunflower Sunflower's Ghostbuster Zhongkui, right?"

Xiao Yimo couldn't help feeling even more annoyed that he could guess the answer right away: "So what?"

"Then... when did the two of you make such a thing behind my back?"

"What do you mean behind your back? It's so ugly! Besides, since you don't want to tell me anything, there's no need for me to tell you everything!"

After Xiao Yimo refuted him angrily, he got up on his own to look for the willow flute that he just knocked out inexplicably.

Finally, Yin Fuque relaxed his body and lay on his back on the gravel beach. On the face that had faded from the joke, there was a little joy and comfort in addition to the tiredness and pain that had not subsided.

"It seems that big brother... Yin Wujiu's resurrection is still going on, and has not been affected by blood relationship..."