Jade bone ice muscle

Manling Island is a place close to the arctic cold, and spring has already begun in the Central Plains, but here it is still covered with snow, and the sea breeze blows the bitter cold air straight into the bones.

The boat gradually approached the coast, and the situation on the island became more and more clear under the illumination of the lights. Every household’s kitchen was lit, and there was thick smoke, but there was no sound of frying things. , are exactly the same quiet.

If you hadn't heard Rui Su's story, this tranquility would not seem strange. He always said that in such a heavy snow day, children and adults would not feel cold at all, and would pile up snowmen one after another in front of the door. Light a fire to roast some rabbits and sea fish, and the family will eat and drink together around the campfire.

But let alone the bonfire, the thick snow on the shore completely buried the docked boats, obviously no one has touched it for a long time, and the quietness became more and more strange, which was very different from the harmonious atmosphere described by Rui Su.

The smell of sulfur in the air became more intense. The rotting and bloody smell could no longer be concealed by the boat. Rui Sudu belatedly covered his nose and vomited several times.

After Kongzhi distributed the detoxification veil to everyone, He Bugui said in a deep voice: "The sea water near the sea is polluted with rotting blood, and I don't know where it came from. It's inevitable that there are people on the shore waiting for rabbits. Rui Su, we have to find another place to land on the island .”

"Go to the east bank." Rui Su coughed and his face was swollen, and he managed to recover, "There are many cliffs and cliffs over there, and there are few boats and houses. The landing is very hidden."

Covered by a shadow cloak, even people on the shore would not notice at this distance, so the boat turned around and went to the east bank to land on the island.

After half a stick of incense, the boat landed smoothly.

As soon as they got off the boat, the master and apprentice sprinkled a wave of "beans" on the ground. The "beans" landed on the ground as adults, moved quickly, and immediately scattered and disappeared. Rui Su was startled: "What's wrong!"

"Don't be surprised." Yu Wuque explained with a smile, "This is a puppet for scouting. After an hour, we will know whether there are foreign enemies on the island."

Two sword puppets guarded the boat, and the other two followed the crowd. The puppets drew their swords out of their sheaths, and Yu Wuque also drew out his sword. The atmosphere made Rui Su even more nervous, and Crane Bugui shrank into his cloak, His face was as cold as the weather outside, Rui Su looked impatient, and raised his chin: "Brother Rui, let's go back to your house first."

"Okay, alright, Shangxian will come with me." Rui Su stepped forward briskly, "I'll warm up a pot of good tea for you in a while, and you'll be home soon!"

The eagerness and worry could no longer be suppressed, they were all stuck in his throat and sank to the bottom of his feet, making him wish he could fly directly into the house.

Along the way, although what I saw near the island was weird, I heard that I didn’t see the rotten blood and blue fire at all. The glimmer of light from other people’s homes gave Ruisu hope, and he prayed in his heart, Just worry about nothing but a false alarm.

However, the master and apprentice were not as relaxed as he was.Before going to the island, Yu Wuque had been holding his sword in his hand, and now he is on the island.

Although the scout puppet dispersed, the sword puppet followed closely, but the dead silence and corruption all around aroused Yu Wuque's sensitive nerves, and he almost stuck to He Bugui's side, never leaving.

[Jade Wuque. 】

As soon as the sound of a crane not returning resounded in the sea of ​​consciousness, Yu Wuque's entire scalp exploded and his body trembled.

【What's wrong? !Did Master discover something? 】

[I didn't find it, I just called you. 】

Yu Wuque turned his head to the side, still with a nervous expression on his face, and he clung to the crane for a few inches.

[I thought the master had discovered it, you stay at the back, and I will fight in the front. 】

The night is dark and the wind is high, which means that Haishi is over, and a strange and weird island makes people feel uneasy.

But the bodies of the people around him make Yu Wuque sigh at any time. In this wasteland at the corner of the sky and the sea, it is purely ineffective every day.

In case of any accident, except for the crane not returning to himself, the only one who can fight is himself, and he must be on high alert throughout the whole process.

[There is no spiritual pressure on the island. 】

He Bugui put his hands on his shoulders, and gently scratched him twice, seeming to comfort or tease him.

【take it easy. 】

Yu Wuque pursed his lips.

[I'm not nervous. 】

Crane Bugui withdrew his hand, Yu Wuque fished it back, his restless claws bound the man's wrist, and pulled it back into his sleeve to hide it.

【Master, don't stay too far away from me, I don't worry. 】

The heart of protecting the calf is obvious. He Bugui is greedy for the warmth of his fingertips, so he doesn't break free. He is led by him. , the crane does not return and wants to laugh and thinks of a small animal, yes, the squirrel holding a pine cone in the mountains, always takes a close look at the pine cone, and whoever dares to play with the pine cone will ruthlessly fight with others Fuck it hard.

Just like Yu Wuque now, hiding his hands aggressively, He Bugui couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

[Relax, I'm fine. 】

Crossing the cliff and walking along the only path for a stick of incense, the most densely populated village on the island arrived. Rui Su pointed to a family not far away with seashells and wind chimes hanging: "That's my home .”

【Master, did you hear the singing? 】

[What song? 】

[Some people sing, from time to time, it will drill people's brains. 】

【I can not hear. 】

Crane Bugui sensed the spiritual pressure around him, but there was none at all, he said again.

[Is it a soul technique?But no one was casting spells nearby. 】

[I also find it strange that I sing that song over and over again, and the voice sounds like a goddess. 】

Yu Wuque listened attentively, and the deeper he went into the village, the clearer the singing became, as if every household had it.But compared to the sweeping momentum of the cloudy moon on Tianji Palace, the magic power of the cloudy moon here is so low that it can be ignored.

[What are you singing? 】

Yu Wuque tried hard to distinguish, but couldn't understand the ancient language at all, so he shook his head helplessly.

[I really don't understand. 】

[Go into the house and look again, be careful in everything. 】

A group of people stepped on the clean snowy road with countless footprints. When they walked to the door, Ruisu habitually put the burden on the porch. The window outlined the thin back of a man who was busy in front of the stove. Ruisu smiled happily when he saw it. Shouted through the window: "Wynn, I'm back!"

His excitement was beyond words, he pushed open the door and welcomed the distinguished guests in: "It's cold outside, come in quickly, everyone."

"Wynn, there is a distinguished guest at home." Rui Su said as he walked towards the kitchen, "Make a pot of good tea, and you come to see me too... ah!"

Rui Su screamed, and the sword puppets and Kong Zhi immediately drew their swords out of their sheaths and aimed at Tang Huai'en. Yu Wuque stepped forward cautiously with the sword in hand, protecting Rui Su who was dumbstruck behind him.

"Brother Rui." Seeing that he was so frightened, Yu Wuque could only slap his face, "Brother Rui? Rui Su! What's going on!"

Rui Su opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a long time. He was trembling all over, looking at Tang Huai'en's back and fumbling: "His eyes..."

"What happened to the eyes?"

"It's gone, the eyeballs are gone, gone."

Yu Wuque's face darkened, and he took a few steps forward and called tentatively: "Wynn?"

Tang Huai'en was still standing in front of the stove, with his back to everyone, as if he didn't notice the people coming into the house, or someone calling him. He focused on his every move, stoked the fire and added firewood.

He Bugui pulled Rui Su behind him and reminded Yu Wuque, "Be careful."

Yu Wuhui nodded and slowly approached Wynn.

No wonder Rui Su screamed in fright, even Yu Wuque was so courageous, at the first sight his hair stood on end and his skin got goosebumps.

Tang Huai'en's eyes were already rotten, the eye sockets were covered with maggots, the eyeballs had been eaten away, and there was still some sparse flesh and blood left, covered with a white cloud.The nose and lips have turned black, the skin is wrinkled and dehydrated, and the whole face is already withered and withered after being dead for a long time.

In addition, the exposed skin was covered with corpse spots, and what was especially horrifying was the wound on his neck.

His head had already been decapitated, and his head was sewn back to his body. Some kind of magic had been cast on him, but he was still able to move freely as before.

Yu Wuque gasped.

Rui Su only saw the abnormality in Tang Huai'en's eyes, and he didn't even see the bugs crawling inside clearly, so he screamed in fright. Seeing Yu Wuque's expression was different, he asked anxiously: "Is he bewitched by magic, Mr. Yu, You save him."

Yu Wuque didn't answer, Rui Su ran to He Bugui and begged for three times and four times: "I beg Taiwei Shangxian to save Huai'en, please save Huai'en!"

"You get up first." He Bugui pulled him up, remembering Rui Su's sweet expression when he was talking about his lover on the boat, but now he was concerned about it, so he didn't notice these details, but He Bugui saw Tang Huai'en at the first sight Knife on the back of the neck.

"Tang Huai'en is dead." Apart from telling the truth, there is no need to be tactful, He Bugui said in a deep voice, "Brother Rui, my condolences."

Rui Su was stunned for a moment, then turned around and rushed towards Tang Huai'en, insisting on breaking him back to see clearly.

"Isn't it good? My son wrote me a letter before, so why..."

"Why..." Seeing the face of the person in front of him and the horrific stitched wound on his neck, Rui Su's mind went blank, he just hugged Wynn and repeated over and over again, "Wynn, Wynn, I'm going home , you promise me, you promise me."

"how so……"

"Wynn!"

"Why, how could this be."

One was crying silently, the other was in a daze, the dead body was being hugged and shaken non-stop by the sad man, his clothes were wet from crying, how could the dead respond to this sadness?

Yu Wuque was afraid that Rui Su would faint from crying here, so he tried to persuade him and pulled him out, trying to pull him out to calm down for a while, but He Bugui walked behind him without saying a word, and knocked him out with his palm.

Yu Wuque: "..."

What a ruthless and familiar operation.

He Bugui arranged with a blank expression: "Kongzhi, take him out to calm the spirit, and feed him some heart-protecting pills."

Sora: "Yes."

"Yu Wuque, stay away from Wynn's body, and leave him enough room to move." He Bugui backed up to the kitchen door and said, "This place is full of cinnabar deposits and firewood, let's see if he is in the house do what."

No one was forcibly restraining him, and the space was freed up. Tang Huaien's body moved again. Although his limbs were stiff and his eyeballs were gone, he seemed to have unobstructed vision and knew what he should do.

Yu Wuque was separated by a distance, so he was free to see the kitchen clearly.

In addition to the cinnabar deposits, there are also many bamboo tubes scattered on the ground. The huge pottery pots on the side are filled with ice cubes, and there are many sealed bamboo tubes under the ice cubes.

Tang Huai'en returned to the stove again, added firewood to light the fire, lifted the lid of the pot from time to time to let out smoke, and the highly poisonous smoke billowed out, Yu Wuque saw what was in the pot.

"Master, he is heating cinnabar. It should be made of white sand. Look at the pipe on the wall. It is rough and random, as if it was built temporarily with local materials."

He Bugui gave a faint "hmm" sound, then the things in the kitchen are all reasonable, he said: "After refining the baijiao, seal it in a bamboo tube and put it in a clay pot full of ice and snow for cooling storage. We came here just now, see There are also similar clay pots outside, perhaps they were refined and preserved."

Yu Wuque: "It's not just Ruisu's family, I remember that there are all in the courtyard of every family. What are they going to do after practicing so many white scorpions? Could it be that other families have also been murdered?"

He Bugui looked at the corpse: "I've seen the Blood Abyss Palace refine corpses. If the caster is not nearby, the corpse will be unconscious. Even high-ranking corpse kings and generals must have the blood of the corpse refiner. Talisman control, this corpse does not have any spells or formations, he is acting on his own will."

"Self-will?" Yu Wuque asked suspiciously, "Could it be manipulated by Zhuoyue?"

Crane Bugui also couldn't figure it out: "Seven days after a person dies, his soul stays with him. If he takes the opportunity to control it with soul art, it is possible. But since his soul is still there, why can't he recognize Ruisu?"

"Boom-"

Tang Huaien put down the lid of the pot and finally left the stove. He walked to the window with heavy steps and rang the wind chime.

Outside the window, Haiyan screamed, Tang Huai'en propped up the window, grabbed Haiyan's body deftly, and tied the letter paper prepared in the drawer to his feet. Dye to Haiyan.

"Find him."

Tang Huai'en actually spoke, his hoarse voice was like a leak, it sounded very permeating, but the room was quiet, he worked hard on every word, the master and apprentice could hear clearly.

"Find him and reassure him."

"Don't worry, don't worry about home, don't come back."

Haiyan squeaked and yelled and lit the blue fire, and was let out of the window by him.

Kong Zhi waited for the rabbit, and caught Haiyan back. The blue fire was already on fire, and it was useless to save him. He took off the letterhead and handed it to He Bugui. After reading it, he said, "It's the same as the previous letter."

"The ones in the drawer are the same." Yu Wuque unfolded the rolls of letters he had written a long time ago, "Every letter has the same content."

Seeing Tang Huai'en's corpse stiffly returning to the stove and repeating the same movements, He Bugui understood, and he was also a little moved: "Refining Baiyi should be someone who manipulated the corpse after death, or directly bewitched the soul to teach him to do it. , but sending a letter to Rui Su is out of the heart."

If you have a date with your lover, if you break the letter, the other party will be worried. Something terrible must have happened on the island. Tang Huaien knew that he was doomed, so he was still thinking about it at the last moment, not wanting his lover to worry prematurely and be reckless Back to the island, thousands of miles away, the only thing he can do is to send a family letter to stabilize his mind.

Both the soul and the corpse were used by people. Perhaps his thoughts before death were too strong. Even if they were manipulated by others, this idea became an accident. It remained in his body, forcing his body to work mechanically day after day. There is a special case in this book, which is sending letters.

The 21-day family letter of peace of mind, don't read it in winter, but it is a "don't return" that advises people to cherish their lives.

It's a pity that it's too late for this concern, and now there is nowhere to send it across the yin and yang.

At this point, the scouting puppets came back one after another. Kongzhi whispered to them for a while, and then entered the kitchen with a serious expression: "Reporting to the master, there are no foreign enemies on the coast or in the mountains, and there are no redundant boats on the entire island. Confirmed, no one was left alive."

The author says:

Aunt Lai has a stomach ache and I wrote a little less about the plot today.