When the devil

"Master!! Master...!!!"

Mochi called out loudly, threw a few fire purification talismans in his hand, and stopped in front of the walking corpse.The turbulent pure white fire appeared soaring into the sky, causing countless flying shatter marks to engulf the walking corpses.

But the rustling sound in the forest still didn't stop, the corpse aura couldn't dissipate, and there was a steady stream of walking corpses.

Murong Chenhao said: "This kind of thing should be used earlier."

Mo Chi said anxiously: "I only have these few photos! What should I do now?"

Wei Ling had already used more than several times the mana that his body could bear when facing the Soul Crossing Monk. Once he stopped, all the strength he had spared would be withdrawn. It was difficult for him to bear it in his current state.When Mochi noticed, his complexion was already ugly, and his dharma veins were scorching like fire, continuously eroding his body.In order to calm the pain, he urgently needs to hold his breath and concentrate, and rely on exercise to adjust himself.

Murong Chenhao saw it clearly, and suggested: "Take shelter in the house and stay until dawn."

In Murong Chenhao's state, although he couldn't set up a boundary to cover the entire Taoist temple like just now, it was more than enough to seal the doors and windows of a room.

Mochi brought Anu, and she begged for mercy while crying, begging Mochi not to throw her to feed the walking corpse.Went into the room and met Wei Ling, she cried even harder, Murong Chenhao thought she was noisy, so while maintaining the barrier, he freed up one hand and cast a silencing spell on her, so far, Anu has become only silent. The tearful little pitiful, as if being bullied, kept pushing into Wei Ling's arms.

Wei Ling was practicing her skills and could not be disturbed by others, so Mo Chi hurriedly dragged Anu aside and kindly explained to her.

Fortunately, Anu is also sensible, so she stopped messing around after listening to it, and obediently huddled next to Wei Ling, staring at him in a daze.

Zombies howled outside, and the house was silent.

In a blink of an eye, the time of a stick of incense passed, and the walking corpse was still beating on the doors and windows, but did not leave.

"What if the daylight doesn't leave." Mo Chi also sat next to Wei Ling, but Anu gave him an extremely unfriendly stare, and then moved to Wei Ling's side again.

At this time, Wei Ling said lightly: "The monk who crosses the soul is not here, they will leave."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the dharma pulse in his body also calmed down, his palms were covered with sweat, and his body was also chilly.

As soon as Anu saw him open his eyes, he immediately grabbed his hand and rubbed it against his face. Maybe Wei Ling didn't even know it. The warm and dry nectar gave weak creatures the desire to be close.

"...!"

Suddenly, Anu grasped Wei Ling's fingers tightly, her slender brows furrowed, but she opened her mouth but could not make a sound.

She saw a wound on Wei Ling's finger, which was left by a curse drawn when he killed the soul-crossing monk.The wound has basically stopped bleeding, but there is still a faint blush leaching out.

Wei Ling smiled lightly, put away her fingers, but said nothing.

The curse in his body made his body heal slower than ordinary people, but fortunately the wound was shallow, the curse did not wake up, and the impact would not be too great.

This small cutscene was not noticed by others.

Mo Chi frowned: "Why hasn't Pavilion Master Xia come yet? He won't be eaten."

Murong Chenhao snorted and laughed twice, and laughed a little too quickly, choking on his own blood.

Mochi reluctantly said: "Can you do it? If you can't, I can give you luck."

"Rest well, if the big monster comes again, you can fight here." Murong Chenhao said.

Mochi let out an "oh", and glanced carefully at Wei Ling. He suddenly realized that the burden on his shoulders was extremely heavy, and he wanted to protect his master!

Walking corpses wandered outside the Taoist temple, some were still hitting walls and doors, and some were lying on the ground and crawling aimlessly.

The moisture in the sky fell down, first one, two, and more and more scattered raindrops slapped the ground, swayed the leaves, merged with the solidified blood, and merged into a trickle flowing slowly.

At midnight, the air was slightly chilly.

Anu felt cold and sneezed, curling up beside Wei Ling like a wounded animal. She would unconsciously stare at Wei Ling from time to time. Her face was very handsome, and she spoke softly and kindly, but she didn’t know Why, at this time, he looked inexplicably indifferent, showing a sense of unattainable distance.

"I'm going to check on Xia Zhou's situation."

Suddenly, Wei Ling spoke to break the silent silence.

When Mo Chi heard Wei Ling's voice while he was drowsy, he raised his head reflexively: "Master, I'll go with you."

Seeing Wei Ling get up, Anu quickly grabs his hand and won't let go.

Wei Ling let her pull her, without looking at her: "Don't worry about the walking corpses, you stay here, go down the mountain immediately at dawn, and tell Yingjie about the soul-crossing monk. Wake up, he must have come to the mountain out of resentment... Now that he has failed, he will definitely go to another place."

Mochi has always listened to Wei Ling's words, although he was worried, but Wei Ling said that letting him stay is the golden rule for him, no matter how helpless and depressed, he can only nod with his mouth curled up.

"Master Wei." Murong Chenhao raised his eyes quietly: "You said just now that the Soul Ferry Monk came following resentment, do you know where the resentment is?"

Wei Ling said: "There is a cave in the Taoist temple, the depth is unknown, and it is disturbed by the magic circle, so it is extremely difficult to detect. If there is any difference, it may have something to do with it."

Murong Chenhao has a delicate mind and sees things thoroughly, Wei Ling did not hide his plans.

Sure enough, after hearing his words, Murong Chenhao's face changed slightly: "Have you noticed that most of the walking corpses who attacked us with the soul-crossing monk tonight are seriously corrupt, and their clothes are not from this Taoist temple?"

Wei Ling knew what Murong Chenhao wanted to say next, and the uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart finally took root and spread uncontrollably: "The soul-crossing monk is good at causing corpse changes, and will also bring walking corpses to Beside him, he was full of miasma, and he could manipulate it freely even in the daytime. I think the walking dead outside should be puppets brought by the soul-crossing monk, not the people in this Taoist temple... and the people in the Taoist temple may be placed elsewhere, and someone did it on purpose. "

Mo Chi spared his head, unable to keep up with their train of thought: "It means that someone slaughtered the Zhenlu Temple, hid the body, and waited for the soul-crossing monk to eat it?"

Murong Chenhao said: "Yes."

Mochi said: "Could it be that the soul-crossing monk will come back?"

"His demon power has been damaged, so he won't come back to die for the time being." Murong Chenhao said in a low voice, "But one thing must not be forgotten, resentment is the favorite thing of demons. Eating it will also attract other evil spirits."

There was something in his words that Wei Ling could understand.

Xia Zhou is also a demon.

"It's because I didn't think carefully, and I will find a way to restrain him."

Wei Ling dropped this sentence, and took advantage of the situation to withdraw his hand from Anu's tugging. His strength was stronger than usual, as if he was throwing Anu away.The poor little girl didn't know what she did wrong, she blinked blankly, and couldn't speak, watching Wei Ling walk out of the window, stepping over the corpses roaring madly, and disappearing into the vast night.

"He? Who is he? Are there still monsters?"

Mochi looked dazed, and was waiting for Murong Chenhao to give him an answer, but at a glance, Murong Chenhao's expression was extremely ugly, as if he realized something very terrible.

"Murong?" Mochi tilted his head tentatively.

Murong Chenhao suddenly looked over: "You go out alone and go to Liuli City... Is it possible?"

"Ah?" Mo Chi was puzzled: "Of course I'm fine by myself, but you and Anu stay here...in case there are big monsters..."

Murong Chenhao interrupted him: "Go find Cheng Yingjie, go now, and tell him to bring the immortal!"

Mochi was taken aback for a moment, Murong Chenhao spoke in a hurry, leaving no room for him to think.

Murong Chenhao looked into his eyes, and said earnestly and anxiously: "Your master...can't stop the release of resentment."

At this moment, Wei Ling could no longer care about other people. He knew that if Xia Zhou really wanted to swallow up his grievances, it might be too late to rush over now.

It was his carelessness, he was confused by the appearance of the big monster, and because of the walking corpses pouring out, he thought that there was no such thing as resentment in the cave, but how deep was the cave, how many corpses were hidden in the cave, and why did he set up such a weak hole? The enchantment conceals the eyes and ears, and he is unaware of the fatal connection among them.

Xia Zhou is a demon.

Xia Zhou, like the soul-crossing monk, has a greedy obsession with resentment.

He actually forgot the biggest threat right now!Could it be that because Xia Zhou was wearing a human skin, did he naively treat him as a human being?

On the way to the cave at high speed, Wei Ling recalled all the encounters he had with Xia Zhou in the past few days. That monster was self-righteous, arrogant and unreasonable, but keenly avoided his bottom line time and time again, becoming an inseparable observer.

What is hidden between those eyes that can't escape evil.

Wei Ling jumped down from the corridor, the cold wind swayed, and the cold rain dyed his hair.

He bent down and landed in front of the cave, and looked up at the figure at the entrance of the cave.

"A Ling." The demon was reaching out to check the rain.

His eyes were slightly red, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile.

Seeing that Wei Ling didn't respond, he asked again: "Did you come to pick me up?"

Even though it was a very weak and indifferent blood, it was not easy to escape Xia Zhou's sense of smell. He just glanced at Wei Ling's fingertips very quickly and lightly.

The sweet scent made him lick his lips lightly.

"This cave contains countless grievances, and it is a sacrifice deliberately offered to the soul-crossing monk."

Wei Ling was in the rain and did not step into the cave. He stood a few feet away from Xia Zhou, his eyes were indifferent, revealing a kind of cold light.

Xia Zhou hooked his finger at Wei Ling: "Don't be foolish to get caught in the rain, come in to avoid it."

Wei Ling sneered: "Why do you look like a ghost calling back your soul? You tricked me in because you wanted to eat me up?"

Xia Zhou took a step back, as if to make room for Wei Ling: "Don't think of me so badly, how long have you been apart, and how long have you become strangers?"

Xia Zhou couldn't have been unaware, at least Xia Zhou didn't show any surprise when he speculated about the resentment.

Wei Ling looked into the endless dark hole, and now he can only explore it himself, even if his mana has been damaged at this time, but with some strong measures, he can always suppress the breeding of resentment——

He took a step forward and walked into the cave. When he walked past Xia Zhou, the gradually suppressed fear crept into his heart again.

That's not his mental function.

Instead, it came from the side, with an undisguised creepy aura.