Doe

The Central Plains raided at night, and Ma Sang was defeated.In the past, there were only some insignificant frictions, which were all small troubles, but now that the Central Plains troops are coming, it is actually a real suppression.Looking from a distance, there is something surging at the end of the night, it is the black tide that can't be seen.When the sound of horseshoes approached, a ray of dazzling golden light ignited at the front of the Kuroshio, and then all the star-like golden lights shot up into the sky, covering the sky and covering the Masang Army tent.Jia Lin looked up, and the golden arrows in the sky were reflected in his eyes. Such a magnificent scene, but there is a deep-rooted murderous intent.

"Into the woods!" someone shouted behind him, "Look them into the woods!"

This is Masang's usual way of fighting. Once they enter the dense forest, the lush Wangtian tree is their natural shelter. The dense bushes and ferns confuse the enemy's sight. The Masang people are like ghosts hiding in it. Annihilate the opponent.Moreover, the trees block the arrows of the Central Plains people, and the Wangtian tree is the shield of the Masang people.

But today is different, because Baili Cassia is here.When he comes, it means that the monks from Baochen Mountain are coming, they have fire skills!

"Don't go in! Fight! Fight!" Jia Lin ran, hoarse.

His voice was too low for anyone to listen, and the Marsang warrior ran like crazy into the woods.

Sure enough, the three rows of monks from the Central Plains fired their arrows, and the fourth row of monks took a step forward. The tip of the golden arrow ignited a fire, which was more dazzling and eye-catching than the golden arrow.All the flames flew into the sky, like meteors with long tails, burning cracks in the sky, and finally sank into the dark forest.The real fire of Samadhi spread extremely fast, and the flames burst into flames in an instant, and within a short while, billowing thick smoke shot straight into the sky.The trees were burning fiercely, and all the Marsang warriors who hid in the forest ran out crying, with flames on their bodies, and they all became fire men.

Roaring and wailing were intertwined, and looking around, there were Marsang people on fire everywhere.They rolled on the ground, calling for help, the true fire of Samadhi could not be extinguished, and the air was filled with a disgusting burnt smell.Tiny sparks brushed over Jia Lin's hair, the flames burned his vision red, and everything was shrouded in a hazy blush.The night is also illuminated and stained red, and the blood and the flames cannot be distinguished from each other.

Chaos, everything is chaos.Kalin looked around, full of despair.At this moment, my heart actually calmed down, without sadness or anger, like a quiet pool under the moonlight.Kalin picked up his bow and arrows and mounted his steed.In the distance, the people from the Central Plains stood in an array, and Baili Jueming reined in their horses. They watched Ma Sang's death quietly without saying a word.

Jia Lin rushed towards them, the wind blew his black hair and shouted desperately in his ears.He felt himself like a flaming arrow piercing the iron night and rushing toward the enemy's shield.That was the last time he ran on horseback in his life. His hooves stepped over the red blood and charred corpses, through the flames and the golden arrows stuck on the ground. He ran towards Baili Cassia. bravest heart.

What would happen if Banjali found out?He had no time to take care of it, so he set up an arrow, and the tip of the arrow pointed at Baili Cassia.

"Escape." He heard Baili Juming's voice transmission, "You are the last fighter, we will not pursue you."

escape?Jialin draws his bow decisively, and Masang has no deserters!

What responded to Baili Jueming was a feathered arrow, wrapped in the whistling wind, as if a ghost was howling inside.Baili Jueming raised his palm, a scorching flame ignited in his palm, and he aimed his palm at the arrow.The feathered arrow was forced to stop by the flames, the metal tip began to melt, and the arrow body with the wooden handle became scorched black.But it was not completely burned, it was still advancing slowly, Baili Jueming frowned slightly in surprise.

At the same time, the second feathered arrow arrived later.The feathered arrow pierced the previous feathered arrow, and the wooden pole opened like a flower. The arrow was squeezed by the arrow behind it, brazenly breaking through the flame of Baili Cassia's palm, passing through Baili Cassia's body. palm.The flames were extinguished, and blood trickled down his palm lines.He put down his hands and looked up at the front. Jia Lin was sitting on the horse majestically with thousands of arrows piercing his heart.

Opening the bow and setting the arrow made Jialin's running speed drop, and he failed to escape the rain of arrows from the monk.

Baili Jueming drove over and stopped beside him.He had only one breath left, and he never fell down. He was as majestic as an iron statue, allowing the dripping blood to wet the black horse's back.

Baili Jueming looked at the fire in the distance, the flames danced in his eyes, but they couldn't see through the deep eyes.He said: "I'm sorry, this is an unjust war. The number of ghosts in the Central Plains has increased suddenly. The people need someone to hate. Xianmen chose you."

"Doing unrighteous things," Jialin said with difficulty, "will be rewarded with evil."

Baili Jueming closed his eyes, "You're right. I'm sorry I can't do anything."

"Heavenly girl..." Jialin's voice was hoarse, "She entered the Central Plains because of you and Bailidu."

"You don't have to worry about Alanna," Baili Jueming said, "she is pregnant with a child, and she will give birth in autumn. Baochen Mountain is solid, she will not know about the war here, and no one will be able to harm her and her child. Baili Jueming finally asked, "Do you have a wish? I will do my best."

wish……

Jialin finally had time to think about Ban Zheli.Blood and fire enveloped his field of vision, and the gorgeous red reminded him of the coming-of-age ceremony of Bulgari. The red candle was burning high, and the wax fell on the handi porcelain plate like plum blossoms in full bloom. A warm aroma.He really wanted to go back to that time, it was a moment he looked forward to all his life.No matter what happens, Banjali is the girl he loves the most in this life.

Would she cry for him knowing he was dead?

Probably not.According to the news from Wang Zhai, she will get married tomorrow.

Jia Lin closed her eyes, "Burn me to ashes, I will return to my hometown with the wind, and return to Banjili's side, to see her...for the last time."

As soon as the words fell, his head fell limply as if it had lost its support, and it was no longer alive.

"as you wish."

The raging flames ignited, and the ashes of bones and flesh floated into the sky like black snow.Baili Jueming turned around on his horse, with his back to the flames, and gradually drifted away.

Before the battle report was sent back to Wangzhai, Ban Zhali got married.Flaming red silk was hung all over the Wangzhai, and Ban Zhali stood in the scripture hall, watching the slaves help the groom that Mrs. Zhu had chosen for her up the single-plank stairs.The bridegroom came to her with bare feet, stepping on small pieces of red paper all over the floor.The red paper lined his ankles, which were as white as fine porcelain.This man really had a good appearance, he was quiet and didn't say a word.In a trance, Ban Zhali seemed to see Jialin wearing red silk, walking towards her.If he marries her, he must be more handsome than the man in front of him.

"Ban Zheli, from now on, he will be your husband. You should raise your eyebrows and be harmonious." Mrs. Zhu sat at the head and gave her congratulations.Her smile was the most sincere today, like a real mother wishing her daughter sincerely.

Wang Jun's eyes were moist, and he said: "Gu daughter, you have grown up."

Ban Zhali applauded, and the string music stopped. The chiefs from all the villages who came to participate in the banquet sat on both sides of the scripture hall, looking at the smiling girl in unison.

"Today is a good day for Gu. Without his parents, there would be no such beauty today." Ban Zheli said, "I want to give my father and mother the same gift, to show my filial piety."

"Oh?" Mrs. Zhu was surprised, "The child has a heart, and I don't know what kind of gift it is?"

Banjali applauded again, and the slave, holding the tray, bowed to the scripture hall.There was a round object in the black lacquer tray, covered with a red cloth, it seemed to be quite heavy, and it was impossible to tell what it was.

Madam Zhu looked at the gift curiously, the scripture hall was silent, and everyone's eyes were focused on Ban Zhali.Ban Zhali pulled out a long knife with a golden sheath, and used the tip of the knife to part the red cloth.Le Nu, who was the first to see the "gift", turned pale and screamed.There was a bloody head in that tray, with a pale face and pale lips, only those eyes were wide open, the pupils were lifeless, as black as ink.

That is Mrs. Zhu's son - Mo Xia.

Madam Zhu trembled all over, and looked at Ban Zhali in disbelief.

Banzhali smiled and said, "How about it, mother, are you satisfied with this gift?"

"Beast!" Wang Jun was furious, "Let this unfilial girl be taken down by Gu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guests on the left and right stood up, their sleeves were rolled up, and their long knives were pulled out against the hem of their clothes.The sharp edge cut through the hanging red silk, and all the hanging red silk in the scripture hall scattered like rain.The red silk fell, and all the weapons were pointed at Wang Jun and Mrs. Zhu in the hall.

Ban Zheli smiled and toasted the king, "Father, all the leaders agree that Gu is Ma Sang's future king. You are old, and it's time to give way to the virtuous."

"Beast, you killed my son, I will kill you!"

Madam Zhu jumped up suddenly, pulled out the golden hairpin from her bun, and ran towards Ban Zheli like a madman.Without batting an eyelid, Ban Zhai grabbed the golden saber with both hands and slashed at Mrs. Zhu's neck.The delicate neck was broken like a bamboo, and the incision was smooth, and the blood spurted out from there, splashing all over the body.The head full of gold hairpins fell to the ground with a bang, and the bones rolled to the edge of the table leg.The blood-stained red dress turned even redder, as gorgeous as the most ardent flame.Wang Jun's eyes were dumbfounded, he pointed at Ban Zhali with trembling fingers, his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

Ban Zhali held the knife, stepped on the bloody ground, and stepped up the wooden steps step by step to come to him.

"Move your seat," she said.

Wang Jun trembled and climbed off the throne with hands and feet.

Ban Zhali turned around, sat down under the reverent eyes of the people, and said loudly: "From now on, I, Ban Zhali, will be Masang's king!"

Everyone put down their knives, gathered their clothes and knelt down, and bowed to Ban Zhali.A group of men and women shrunk down as if they had cut off a section. Ban Zhali looked around their dark heads and smiled with satisfaction.Since two years ago, she had planned for today, mobilizing the guards and negotiating with the leaders of the various villages. Everything was exhausting. She had no time to look after Gu Jialin, so she sent him to the front line, temporarily away from the vortex of power in Wangzhai.He pretended to promise Mrs. Zhu to let her get married in order to force the palace on the wedding day.Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner according to her plan, except for Jialin, which gave her a bit of a headache.According to his temperament, I'm afraid he will be angry for a while.It doesn't matter, when she welcomes him back and helps him into her golden tent, she will sleep with him while coaxing him, they have plenty of time.

She cleared her throat and said, "Today's wedding is not counted." She pointed to the groom, "What's your name? Forget it, it doesn't matter. I'll send you a basket of gold, you can go home. "

Before she could finish speaking, an unkempt soldier rushed up the single-plank stairs and shouted loudly: "My lord! It's not good! The people from the Central Plains attacked Mingjiu Mountain at night, and the frontline soldiers were wiped out! The whole army was wiped out!" ah!"

There was silence all around, and the guests raised their heads, their eyes wide open.The new king on the throne stared at him blankly, as if he couldn't understand what he said, a world quietly collapsed in his heart.

She still didn't believe it, and asked every word, every word, "What do you mean by annihilating the whole army!?"

"They're all dead! There's not one left!" the soldier cried, "They're all dead."

Jia Lin died, and the memories belonging to Jia Lin ceased. Mu Zhishen came out of the psychic's spell and returned to Baili Jueming and Pei Zhen together with Xie Cenguan.Banzhaili and Jialin made a mistake, and the lovers were separated by yin and yang. Seeing Baili Jueming, Baili Jueming felt very uncomfortable.Du Xie Cenguan, who was heartless and heartless, patted Mu Zhishen on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for your hard work. Your body is okay. When you go back to Jiangzuo, make some soup to nourish your kidneys."

Ban Zhali had no time to grieve, sitting at his desk day and night to review the battle reports from the front line.Ma Sang was weak, so she opened Yinmu Village and let her ancestors wear rotten bones to go to the front line.The murderous corpse brought back a city for Ma Sang's army. They looked at the Central Plains people across Mingjiu Mountain.In autumn, when the first leaves fell, news came from the Central Plains that a celestial maiden was born.On that day, the western sky was covered with red clouds, and a gorgeous red lotus bloomed in the clouds.This miraculous scene attracted everyone's attention. The carrier pigeons from far away flew across thousands of mountains and rivers, telling the goddess Banjali that a boy with a birthmark of red lotus was born between the eyebrows.

The leaders spread out the portraits drawn by the deaf man that day. In the center of the lotus throne, the boy folded his hands and closed his eyes, with a six-petal red lotus between his brows.

Tears welled up in everyone's eyes, and Tianyin's psychic finally came to the world.

"Send Jiushier to the Central Plains," said Banzhali, "this is our gift to Lianhua Boy, and he will return to Marsang one day."

On the day the soul boy was born, people from the Central Plains sent a message of truce.Perhaps even they are subdued by the miraculous Honglian, believing that the soul boy will bring them a turn for the better.On that day, Zheli closed the door to sort out Jialin's belongings, and she found the robe he wore on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony.It was crimson, embroidered with gold thread, and he had kept it so well, it was new, and he must have loved it.Outside the window is the pitch-black sky, with stars fluttering in the center of the sky.Ban Zhali sat alone under the lamp, touching the robe inch by inch.She remembered that on the night of the coming-of-age ceremony, Jia Lin was wearing this dress and a golden mask, sitting behind the curtain waiting for her.

Why did he die?Is it because of the night attack by the Central Plains people, or because he mistakenly thought she didn't want him?

She sat alone all night.

After the truce with the Central Plains, Ma Sang held up the village to rejoice, men rode and shot, women sang and danced, and everyone's faces were filled with joy.But Pei Zhen and the others knew that the disaster of the Masang people was far from over.In the sixth year of the armistice, on a day of torrential rain, a black shadow passed the window.Banjali woke up from her sleep, and went outside with a knife.

The slave came to report: "Just now the goddess came back."

"Alanna?" Banzhali was stunned.

"Yes," the slave said with a complicated expression, "the goddess took the six-petal lotus heart from the glazed pagoda and said she wanted to revive a dead person."

"Where is she?" Banjali asked.

The slave shook his head, "She opened the Daoxu door and left. Wangjun...the goddess looks very bad."

The six-petal lotus heart belongs to the celestial maiden. It looks like a small stone. The celestial maiden hung that thing around her neck when Congjali's father was around.Because the goddess carried it with them, they defaulted to it as a sacred object of the goddess.When Alanna left it in Marsang, Bunjali had someone send it back to the Liuli Pagoda.Originally, what belonged to Alanna, even if it was to be passed on to the psychic, it was also passed on to her son, who took it away.

It's just that she said she wants to save people, but who is she saving?

"Did something happen to Bailidu?" Ban Zhali sneered, "Or that beast Baili Jueming?"

"The celestial girl didn't say anything," said the slave, "I just heard from the guards of the Liuli Pagoda that the celestial girl didn't look very well. She... seemed sad and shed a lot of tears. She threatened suicide, but the guards had no choice but to let her go." She entered the glazed pagoda."

Ban Zhali didn't answer any more, and looked towards the direction of the Central Plains through the gray rain.There must have been a disaster there, an important person died, and she suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Come here," she said in a deep voice, "send someone to the Central Plains to find out what happened to Baochen Mountain?"

The spies who went to the Central Plains hadn't returned yet, and not long after, the guards of the Liuli Pagoda came to report that a strange figure appeared in the pagoda.Many people who passed by the glazed pagoda at night also said that they saw a woman's shadow in the window under the spire of the pagoda.This is quite strange, there are people in the tower, why not go in and have a look?The guards all hesitated, and finally said that three guards had already entered, but after entering, they never came out again.Every night, the figure of the woman still appears in the window of the spire.

At night, Ban Zhali took people to see it.A group of people in Wangzhai joined in the fun and followed Ban Zhali.Baili Jueming and the others were also in the crowd, passing through a small forest, and arrived at the bottom of the glazed pagoda.Looking up from a distance, there is indeed a figure in the highest window.When Baili Jueming saw the shadow, his heart felt furious.The shadow was tall and thin, with limbs as thin as noodles.It looked familiar, he had seen it before, and he got goosebumps when he saw it.

A group of people gathered under the tower, and they were so courageous, everyone decided to enter the tower together to see who was inside.Ban Zhali frowned, disapproving of this decision.She wanted to invite the ancestors of Yinmu Village to come out of the village and go inside to see what is sacred.However, at this moment, the figure on the window suddenly disappeared.Immediately afterwards, the windows on the lower floor lit up buttery, and the slender, tall and thin figure appeared behind it.

"Huh? How did she get there?" someone shouted.

The figure disappeared again, and the window on the lower floor lit up, and she suddenly appeared.Baili Jueming felt unspeakable fear, she was going down the tower, she was about to come down.The others also realized this, and drew out their knives one after another, raised their arrows, and aimed at the door on the first floor of the glazed pagoda.The windows on one floor flickered on and off one after another, and the figure finally appeared behind the windows on the second floor.Not long after, the windows on the second floor went out, and they waited quietly for her to come out of the glazed pagoda.

After waiting for a long time, the first floor did not light up.Baili Jueming was puzzled, and turned his head, facing a pair of deeply sunken eyes.This was the second time he saw this face, haggard as skin and bones, with a frighteningly long neck, like white noodles twisted out of a cook's hand.The ghost mother stared straight at him, expressionless.Pei Zhen pulled Baili Cassia to lean on him.The ghost was not looking at Baili Jueming, but a Masang man behind Baili Juming.The man was still staring at the glazed pagoda, not aware of the crisis beside him, they didn't expect the ghost to flash directly behind them.

The ghost slowly opened its mouth wide, the mouth grew bigger and bigger, and the whole face was completely distorted.The man turned his head and met a cave-like black mouth.

"what--"

The screaming stopped abruptly, blood splattered everywhere, and the ghosts began to chase.

That was the first day Marsang became a ghost country.