Should the soul

In Taichang Temple, in a small pavilion with upturned eaves deep in the bamboo forest, the Grand Duke is meticulously wrapping a small peach blossom cake.

Pale pink pastry, light yellow oiled paper, the Duke is wearing a green shirt and white scarf, with both hands resting on the stone table, flipping and folding the oiled paper deftly and swiftly, as if all he had to do was suddenly left with a pile of pastry wrappers. Neat matters.Han Mu held the cup and looked at it lazily. The hands of Lord Xindao are pleasing to the eye, both graceful and powerful. I think he played the piano and played chess every day when he was young. It is hard for him to be patient after holding the power of swords and weapons for so many years. Focus on who to do small things like this for.

Han Mu said leisurely: "Seeing that the Duke is in a good mood today, is there any joy?"

Zhou Yin's fingers were nimble, and after wrapping a piece, he cut off the excess edges with scissors. He didn't speak when he heard Han Mu's question, but just uttered a long "um" through his nasal cavity to express his response.

Han Muzhiyi knocked on the stone case leisurely: "Then Rong Chen guess what the happy event is, have you confirmed Kong Jie's identity now?"

He still remembered the Duke's sudden guess a few days ago, which startled him into a cold sweat.

Zhou Yin stopped the movement of his hands for a moment, raised his eyelids, and looked at Han Mu peacefully, "I'm sure," he said while twisting the two ends of the twine to tie a beautiful bow, his eyes moved subtly, "He's not."

Han Mu frowned slightly.

Just at this time, there was a sudden commotion outside. Han Mu frowned and asked what was going on. Immediately, some of his subordinates rushed over, fumbling about a sorcerer who insisted on breaking the door, saying that he wanted to see the public. Lord, because of the urgent matter of a man named Kong Jie, Zhou Yin immediately raised her eyes when she heard this, and casually put the Peach Blossom Girl wrapped in her hand on a long snow-white silk——

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"You have another name."

In the small underground depths of three steps square, a bald man in a dark priestly attire walked step by step. Around the blood-red magic circle, some short and thick white candles were arranged messily, and he walked step by step. Come over, grab upwards in the air, and a piece of candle will burn in the air. The snow-white candle smoke rises in the air, and burns out an ominous totem. He is holding a long black candle in his left hand, and stretches out his broad right palm, strong and strong. And slowly raised Kong Jie's chin——

"You obviously have another name, but you want to live in this body?"

It was his miscalculation. Since this is the lair of the White God Sect, it is natural to be good at ghosts and ghosts. Tang Fang was forced to lift his chin. The blazing light and the sharp sound of pig iron made his brain feel like a hole A long needle caused his eyes to dazzle one after another, and beyond the black firelight, he saw a thin, bald face, with almost no flesh on the pale and huge head, sunken temples, raised cheekbones, and sharp eagle hooks Nose, raised blue veins and blue-black tattoos meander around on the head, like a painted skull.

Tang Fang's eyes gradually became lax: "You... who are you?"

The bald priest didn't answer, but pierced him with cold and compassionate eyes, and asked again, "You want to live in this body, are you?"

Speaking of which, the thick right palm passed from Tang Fang's chin coldly and heavily around his neck, supported the back of his neck, touched his bun, and gently held the back of his head——

"Have you discussed it with the child in this body?"

He didn't give Tang Fang a chance to speak at all. The moment the words fell, the palm that had been holding back all the time suddenly appeared, and his five fingers in the air suddenly grabbed the ground, as if trying to pull something out from the back of Kong Jie's head. Make a big effort!

Tang Fang let out a loud roar, uncontrollably tilted his head back, twisted and bowed back!

In that instant, like a peerless master whose hands and feet were forcibly cut off, Tang Fang had no time to think of a countermeasure, so he could only let others slaughter him. Black and purple blood flowed out of his ears drop by drop, soul All the sensations of his body were sucked between the eye sockets and cheekbones, Tang Fang only felt a pair of powerful hands were grabbing something behind his head, trying to forcefully pull him away from Kong Jie's body!

And at the same time, the little Kong Jie in his body grabbed Tang Fang unambiguously, shouted, and grabbed Tang Fang's soul with his weak and naive strength, and hissed: "He discussed with me. All right! You go away, you go away--!"

No one would have expected such a development. The blackness in Tang Fang's pupils had completely dissipated, expanding bottomlessly to the entire edge of the eyelids. He opened his mouth and completely lost control of his body, but that was it. In the desperate situation without life, a childish voice suddenly called to stop this swift and quiet massacre.

Shock flashed in the bald priest's eyes, and the big iron-fortified hand paused slightly——

The nature of the mortal's active sharing and the ghost's forcible occupation are completely different. His eyes suddenly became complicated, and he raised Tang Fang's chin in confusion, and looked at the unrecognizable face of the child through his already slack eyes: " One body, two souls, you...you did it voluntarily?"

Little Kong Jie heard his question, and answered him loudly without hesitation: "I am voluntary!"

Before he met Tang Fang, he was just a child who was treated kindly by no one and cared about by no one. He curled up in the dark corner all day long, never knowing what it was to be wanton and happy.

He is voluntary, and he loves this friend who temporarily lives in his body.He didn't know what he could do, but he wanted to save him.

The priest seemed to have encountered some stubble for a moment, his heavy brows frowned, and he stood up hesitantly.

Tang Fang got a chance to catch his breath during such a pause, panted and fell to the ground, squinted his eyes forcefully, and coughed out a mouthful of dark purple blood with difficulty.

"Someone swears a few days ago that the ghost of 'that' has returned. I couldn't believe it until today,"

This bald-headed priest has lived in the Central Plains for a long time, and the grassland accent is almost gone, but he still maintains a special rhythm in his speech. Tang Fang leaned on the ground with trembling hands, and raised his head stiffly, only to see the bald-headed priest with his left hand on his chest. In front of him, he saluted him politely, "White horse with silver spear and peony fur can hold millions of soldiers—His Royal Highness King Anping, you are being polite, little monk."

The information contained in this sentence is too scary.

Tang Fang's breathing suddenly became quicker, his eyes were red, and layers of trembling rolled over his chest, he knew himself, he knew himself...!Before he had time to reveal the truth to his dearest and most beloved person, the enemy hidden behind the scenes already knew him? !

In an instant, a huge sense of crisis swept over irresistibly. Tang Fang didn't know what to be afraid of even if he was in a death situation. ?He was very careful and fast, when did he get exposed?What went wrong...?

At this moment, the front of his chest suddenly swelled up. His mind was disturbed, and he wanted to cover it subconsciously, but this tiny agitation of spiritual energy could not escape the eyes of Priest Baishen. He strode forward and put his hand into his chest. Tang Fang suddenly struggled fiercely at the front of the skirt, but the struggle was futile, and the priest of Baishen took out the silk slips. The bald head seemed to think that there was something important in it, so he avoided it carefully, layer by layer. I opened the layer, but I saw a small paper bag inside, and opened it again, a piece of ordinary pastry.

Pale pink color, made into the shape of peach blossom.

Such lingering tenderness is inappropriate.

Tang Fang watched, knowing that Zhou Yin had passed it on to him, wanted to talk, wanted to stop, but he couldn't do anything, his throat made a hooting sound, and his red eyes seemed to be broken.

But the priest looked at Tang Fang puzzled, and said slowly: "The Longevity Poster is a sacred object of the Central Plains royal family, the prince cut it up and only used it to wrap a piece of cake?"

After all, he threw the pale pink pastry on the ground in disapproval, and crushed it with his feet casually.

Tang Fang was stunned for a while, subconsciously raised his arms and struggled, but he was caught off guard by the unbearable crisp sounds of limbs and bones in his soul. He felt pain all over his body, and immediately curled up into a ball silently. It was almost done, and he picked up another black candle calmly: "Your Highness, don't worry, the monk will send you on your way."

Tang Fang gritted his teeth in pain, his body was completely out of control, he just stared at the put away longevity post, his mind was boiling, he couldn't think of anything else, he could only think: he can't take it away, that's okay If he takes away the things that he communicated with Zhou Yin, he will surely force Zhou Yin to take whatever he wants in the future!

"Help... help me, help me..." Tang Fang struggled hard, not reconciled to being so powerless, and suddenly shouted from the depths of his body!Little Kong Jie was not afraid, and immediately replied in desperation: "What should I do? Tell me, Your Highness...!"

Priest Baishen didn't know the conspiracy in his body, so he tried to control Tang Fang's mind and draw out his soul in the same way. Today, the dragon from the sky was trapped in the shallows. Although he was attacked in a panic, as long as he can kill King Anping No matter how long and secretive the information line of the Kerka Tavern has been in operation, what's the point?

This place is isolated from light and sound, even if the government investigates it, they can't find it for a while, but just when he thought he was sure of winning, Kong Jie's body did not know where the strength came from, and suddenly grabbed the hand that he stretched out with difficulty. hand--

The bald head raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that even in this situation, little Tang Hou would still be stubborn, just at the moment he hesitated, Kong Jie's right hand grabbed the knife on the ground without hesitation, the blade rushed out, and stabbed it into the bald head heart!And under his feet, he propped up his knees and kicked the ground awkwardly several times, pushing his bald head like pushing a mountain, vowing to rush out of the blood formation under his feet!

That's not Tang Fang, that's Xiao Kong Jie.

This magic circle is like a thousand mountains and a thousand shackles to ghosts, but it is harmless to people!

What Tang Fang wanted him to do was nothing else, he wanted him to take up arms and fight to the death!

Priest Baishen stared in surprise at Kong Jie, who was suddenly able to move, and was caught off guard by him pushing him out of the center of the circle!

No one has ever encountered such a situation. Two souls in one body have always been fighting each other. What he saw was either the east wind overwhelming the west wind, or the west wind overwhelming the east wind!But at this moment, Tang Fang's spirit retreated and gathered on Kong Jie's face. Kong Jie's face was twitching violently, with a painful and hideous expression!

Priest Baishen was slashed with a knife, and he roared in pain!

Little Kong Jie had never done such a horrible thing in his life. While staggering and throwing his bald head down with a knife, he raised his immature fist tremblingly, and punched him in the face!In the eyes of outsiders, Kong Jie is like two separate people at this time, his body and mind are completely incompatible, and they go their own way like crazy, just like the hysteria in folklore. On the priest's chest, he strangled his neck without martial arts, and while strangling, his body shook wildly to buy time for Tang Fang!

But Tang Fang's loose and empty eyes had been forcibly condensed at this time, and the hostile gaze formed layers of chains in his consciousness, piercing the opponent's eyes in a rebellious manner.

He only heard a creepy "click" on his neck, and he tilted his head, bleeding from all his orifices, and asked, "——you know who I am? Then who is it that ordered you?"