Every world I die young

Suddenly there was a loud shout from behind, Deng Zepan turned his head in doubt, what's the matter with such a familiar voice?Who is talking again?

He felt that his memory was covered with a veil, and he couldn't see anything clearly. There should be an impression of this person in his mind, even very deep, but he wanted to break his head, but he couldn't remember who he was.

Mo Yinglan held a piece of yellow talisman paper with one hand, and clenched a fist with the other hand, palm down, as if she was holding something.

Just when Deng Zebao's eyes fell on Mo Yinglan, the carved wooden door opened wide with a bang, and a cloudy air that was so thick as to be moldy rushed towards his face.

Mo Yinglan's eyes froze, and she leaned forward towards Deng Zepan who was standing there dumbfounded. She exerted force with her hand, and the yellow talisman paper emitted a red light, and the runes drawn in cinnabar gave off a dazzling red light, bright and blazing.

The pitch-black yin energy tumbling around Deng Zepan wanted to envelop Deng Zepan like ice and snow irradiated by the sun and melted immediately. Mo Yinglan rushed to Deng Zepan and grabbed his arm. The talisman floated in the air and ignited spontaneously. As time went by, the light became increasingly dimmer.

The Yin Qi around seemed to be alive, slyly looking for places where the talisman light was weak, trying to take advantage of it.

Mo Yinglan shouted anxiously: "Wake up!"

His voice seemed to have magic power, and it directly rang in the bottom of Deng Zepan's heart. It was like breaking through the clouds and seeing the sun. Deng Zepan woke up like a dream. Just as the chaotic scene in front of him became clear, a strong yin energy enveloped his head.

Mo Yinglan's pupils shrank sharply, and he raised his hand subconsciously. He spread out his palm decisively. In the palm lay a small bright red oval-shaped jade tablet, with blood stains inside, full of evil spirit.

Most of the yin energy in mid-air was dissipated immediately, Mo Yinglan grabbed Deng Zepan's arm and pulled him behind her, protecting him tightly with her body.

Deng Zepan only felt that at that moment just now, his body was pierced by a biting coldness, he was unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as the tumbling Yin Qi swept towards him.

Deng Zepan's eyes were complicated. When he was most desperate, he never expected...

Inside the pitch-dark villa, a strong smell of blood rushed out as if being irritated. Deng Zebao's gaze didn't even have time to keep up with the moving speed of the blood cloud formed by the condensed blood, and he just watched the blood cloud spread. When they arrived in front of the two, they were only temporarily stopped by the jade card in Mo Yinglan's hand.

Deng Zepan's eyes were wide open, and he subconsciously held his breath, but Mo Yinglan seemed to have made arrangements, flipped his fingers, and a small wooden sword appeared as if by magic, and was handed to him.

Deng Zesi looked up in a daze, Mo Yinglan did not turn his head to look at him, but ordered solemnly: "A Si, hold this mahogany sword, don't let go, it will guide you out of here, and then , to find my grandfather."

Before the words fell, Mo Yinglan's figure was completely swallowed by the blood mist. Deng Zepan's eyes were about to burst, but he didn't dare to go forward. The blood mist didn't act rashly because he was afraid of the small mahogany sword in his hand, but he was still ready to move .

Deng Zepan only felt pain in his heart as if it was being torn apart, but he didn't dare to stay, fearing that Mo Yinglan's sacrifice would be in vain.

Deng Zepan raised his arm and wiped away the tears from his eyes fiercely, then turned his head and walked away without hesitation, he didn't dare to look back at all, lest he would lose his last bit of rationality and calmness just by looking at it.