Doe

Memory is like a deep dark well, and Mu Zhishen sinks into it.He dreamed again of the scene when he was 12 years old. The man whose face was already blurred firmly held his shoulder and said, "You are a man now, you can be alone, right?"

He stared at the man in front of him, trying his best to recall his appearance.However, too much time has passed, and everything in the Mu family castle has been left in this closed ghost domain, and he didn't even have time to take their portraits away.So in these long years, the memories of the past were hidden in the deep well, and their faces became blurred little by little like glass covered in mud and water.Even if he tried his best to recall, he couldn't remember their faces.

"Father, I can draw a knife, just like you." This was his own voice, immature but firm.

My father seems to be smiling, and seems to be very relieved, "Good boy, you are so unlucky, it is the first time you have encountered such a powerful ghost. For my father, I will teach you the method of Zheng Yi Lei and Mu's Rolling Thunder Knife. You should learn it quickly." It's over, and now I'm going to teach you one last lesson."

He stared nervously at his father.

"When your opponent is too strong, the gap between your strengths is like a gap that cannot be bridged. Shen'er, don't be stubborn." Father pushed him away with a palm. He opened his eyes wide and fell into the arms of the Mu family's children behind him. Father stood up and watched him being carried away by his children from a distance.Through the gradually thickening fog and 16 years of time, my father's gentle voice reached my ears, "Remember to escape, remember to live for your mother and little sister, and for me..."

He stretched out his hand and hissed, "Father—"

Mu Zhishen woke up suddenly.

With a movement of his hand, he clenched the knife resting on his thigh.There was silence all around, and the stale smell lingered at the tip of the nose.The smell of the dungeon is indescribable, like hundreds of dead rats rotting together with moldy wood.When he first came in, even the patient Mu Zhishen had the desire to vomit.You can't stay in this kind of place for too long, and you will be poisoned if you inhale too much mold.He took out the honeysuckle pill Xie Xunwei gave him and pressed it under his tongue, the cool breath covered his mouth and nose, and he recovered for a while.

Lighting up the wind lamp, the surrounding scene gradually became clear.The rotten wooden fences separate the cells, and there are remains of feces in the dry toilets. Many rusty handcuffs are hung on the masonry walls, and many of them are red, as if stained with blood. blood.The Mu family's family law was strict, especially when his father Mu Jingxian was in charge of the family business, disciples who did not obey the rules and violated the ancestral precepts were punished according to the severity of the crime.When he was eight years old, he watched his father behead a son Lang in the courtyard of Mujiabao because he had bullied a newly widowed woman.After beheading, his father personally sent Nalang's head to the door of the bitter master.

Spreading out the map, the terrain of Mujiabao has completely changed. The map is very complicated, and it cannot be understood without studying it for ten days and half a month.Mu Zhishen was puzzled by the earth-shaking changes in the topography of Mujiabao. It used to be a big garden, but now it seems to be filled with mud inside and out.Xie Xunwei speculates that the ghosts in Mujiabao may have the ability to change the space just like the ghost mother.But he wasn't sure, the performance of spells inside Mu's Castle was not very similar to that of Ghost Kingdom.

Some places on the map are drawn with red circles, indicating the areas around the dungeon that have been explored yesterday.This part of the place is far safer than other places. Xie Xunwei's ghost attendant has already cleaned it up, but it only occupies a small area, and it's unknown if you go further inside.Mu Zhishen counted the burden again. The dry food was too heavy, which was not conducive to carrying lightly. He pulled out half of it and left it in the prison.

Climbing out of the dungeon, he didn't see the sky, he was still inside the building.The entrance to the dungeon in my memory was clearly open, but this has changed now.The passage is very narrow and can only be passed by bending over.Lifting up the lantern, the walls were dark, potholed and muddy, as if the mud hadn't dried yet.Picking up a piece of rotten wood and poking it in, the wall turned out to be soft, and the wood completely sank into the wall without any effort.Mu Zhishen frowned, the wall really looked like a patient's vomit, very disgusting.

He covered his head, face, mouth and nose, put on gloves, and continued to walk forward.The more you go, the narrower you go, and finally crawl forward, and it turns out to be a dead end at the end.This road is straight forward, and there are no other forked passages, so it is impossible to go the wrong way.He opened the map, and there should be a hole in the middle of the passage, but he turned around to look for it, but couldn't find it.

Mu Zhishen frowned deeply.

After searching inch by inch, the wall was as soft as mud, with no cracks.The current situation is very wrong, because it shows that Xie Xunwei's map is not reliable.Mu Zhishen opened the Lianxin lock and said, "On the sixth day of the lunar new year, your map is wrong. I plan to forcibly break through the wall to clear the way."

Before Lian Xinsuo could make a sound, a ball of black mud fell on the top of his head.Thinking it was a sneak attack, he immediately rolled to the side and made a defensive posture.After a moment of silence, there was no movement in the mud.He turned over the mud with a wooden stick and saw that there was blood in it, and blood was seeping in the mud, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

"What's wrong?" Chu Liu asked him.

"It's okay, there's a lump of mud on my body."

Chu Liu's voice suddenly became very serious, "What mud? Dirt mud?"

"No..." Mu Zhishen carefully chose his words, "It seems like blood mud."

"Is the flesh touched?" Chu Liu asked.

Mu Zhishen took off his gloves, wiped his eyelids, and there was a hint of scarlet on his fingers.

"It got a little on the eye."

Lian Xinsuo fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Mu Zhishen asked.

"Sorry, Mr. Mu Lang." Chu Liu said, "I reminded you that you can't touch anything inside Mu's Castle that doesn't exist in your memory, but your luck is really bad. I have to retreat, next I will cut off contact with you."

"Before you leave, tell me why." Mu Zhishen was as calm as a piece of iron.

"The ghost entrenched in Mu's Castle is very special. We haven't figured out his spell yet. But according to my colleagues, people who are stained with 'blood mud' will undergo unimaginable changes within twelve hours. Several of my colleagues almost fell into the Mujiabao because of this. With all due respect, Mr. Mu Lang, you are hopeless, and I must close the 'virtual gate'."

"I still have twelve hours, right?" Mu Zhishen asked lightly.

"Just an approximate time."

"it is good."

Mu Zhishen threw away all the dry food, pulled out his knife, and broke open the bloody mud.The cold and sticky blood splashed on his cheeks, he wiped it off with his sleeve expressionlessly, and his waist came out of the gap.There is no sudden enlightenment in front of the eyes, but the space is much wider.Thick black stone pillars stretched forward one after another, and above the head was a stone corridor built with a whole block of boulders.He recognizes this place. Before the age of 12, he used to walk here every day to pay his respects to his parents at Banyuexuan.The blood mud sealed the gap between the stone pillars, and the sun, wind and rain were all isolated.

He raised the lantern, and the candlelight poured out like honey, slowly flowing out.It rolled through the darkness as thick as black water, stretched forward, and finally submerged the soles of a pair of feet.

Mu Zhishen's pupils suddenly shrank to the tip of a needle.

At the end of the stone corridor, at the edge of the candlelight, a tall black figure stood there silently.I don't know when it stood there, before Mu Zhishen came in, or after Mu Zhishen came in?It was motionless, standing upright, as if looking at Mu Zhishen.It was too dark in the stone corridor, and the shadow was too far away from him, Mu Zhishen almost thought he was hallucinating.

Chu Liu said that these blood mud eat people, what is the way they eat people?Once infected with it, what kind of changes will happen to people?He wasn't sure if hallucinations were included in the change of Chu Liu's theory?He thought he must have hallucinations, because the tall and burly silhouette of the black figure was very similar to his father.

The candle flame flickered, the light flickered, and the black shadow remained motionless, eerie.

His hand slowly pressed the handle of the knife, and his thumb gently pushed the knife out.He knew that in the 16 years since Mujiabao fell, the three teams sent by his grandfather never returned, and even one of Xie Xunwei's ghost servants never returned.In any case, there was no way his father was a human being.

He took a deep breath and whispered:

"Father, mother, little sister, Shen'er has returned home."

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"Pei Zhen? Is that the young man under Ruoxu's hand?" Mu Pingwu thought for a while before he remembered such a person. Most of the critics of the Immortal Clan look at the family status, and no matter how good the family is, no one can join this group. Antique eyes. "Pei" is not a common surname, it is probably a small family in a corner by the Qinhuai River.Even though Pei Zhen has excellent medical skills and has many good relationships, he is not a high-ranking figure in the eyes of many old people.

Mu Pingwu looked at Baili Jueming's face, not understanding why he suddenly mentioned Pei Zhen.Mu Pingwu cupped his hands and said: "Don't worry, senior, I never revealed your whereabouts. I heard that Mrs. Xunwei was in the young man's hospital for diagnosis and treatment. This time, senior left Tiandu Mountain in a hurry, but what did the young man offend? Senior don't have to worry about it." For Ruoxu's face, he is just a son of a low-rank immortal sect, even if he is told to ban this person, it is not unreasonable to expel him from Tiandu."

Baili Jueming was suddenly furious, "Block you big-headed ghost, did I tell you to block him? You fucking know nothing, your grandson is top-ranked, and Pei Zhen is the best!" He turned to leave, and suddenly turned his back Starting to walk back, "At the end of this year, the Xianmen will evaluate their old Pei's family as top grade, can it be done?"

Mu Pingwu: "..."

For hundreds of years, except for the lofty Baochen Mountain, there were only five families of Yu Mu, Yuan, Jiang and Xie in the top-grade immortal sect, and when the Xie clan wiped out the sect, there were only four families left.Even so, no one has ever been promoted to the top-rank position.The evaluation of the immortal gate not only pays attention to the children of the family, but also pays more attention to the family origin and the inheritance of skills.How can a small clan with no foundation and no inheritance be able to rank among the ranks of the high-rank immortal sect?Even if they are forced to pull them up, it may not be that the master of the Pei family has the courage to sit with Yu Mu and Yuan Jiang.

Unexpectedly, Zhishen relied on this ridiculous thing to save him.Mu Pingwu tried his best to calm down, and said: "It's natural, as long as Senior Baili speaks, nothing can't be done.

Without further ado, Baili Jueming settled Xie Xunwei in the Mu Mansion in Xunzhou, and set off at night.Before leaving, Xie Xunwei hung a tracking charm around his neck with tears in his eyes, saying that she could feel at ease only if she knew his location.The girl became more clingy as she got older, Baili Jueming's heart softened, and she vowed never to lose the tracking talisman.

Mu Pingwu ordered his disciples to open the "Xumen Gate" outside Mu's Castle. Baili Jueming knew this technique, and it was very difficult and tasteless to practice. Few people chose this way.But for the convenience of entering and exiting the ghost domain, there are always a few disciples in each fairy sect who specialize in practicing this technique.Mu Pingwu clasped his hands and said, "Senior does not come out, and the 'Xu Gate' is not closed. My children will take turns to be on duty to ensure the opening of the 'Xu Gate'. The younger generation is waiting for the good news of the senior outside Mu's Fort."

"Let's go, eat and drink for my apprentice. If I come back and find that she has lost weight, I will ask you!"

Baili Jueming waved his hand, and plunged into the halo of Xumen.