fight for day

Song Huairan met Ye Zhuming's murderous eyes all the way, and stopped when he came to Baiyun Temple. There were iron chains wrapped around the handles at both ends of the temple gate, and there was an electronic combination lock on the top.

This kind of lock can also be cracked, but it takes time, and Ye Zhuming doesn't plan to do that now, it's not cool at all!

He took two steps back to measure the height of the wall, guessing that he could jump over it, so he stretched out his long arms, put his arms around Lu Zhou's waist, and pulled him into his arms, ready to show off his boyfriend's strength.

At this time Song Huairan stepped forward, looked closely at the lock, and blew on it.

Then the LCD screen flickered on, a string of garbled codes flashed, and the lock was unlocked.

He took another breath, and the iron chain fell to the ground like a boneless snake.

Lu Zhou: Technology is nothing compared to metaphysics.

He looked at the arm around his waist: "what are you doing?"

Ye Zhuming withdrew his hand unhappily.

Song Huairan pushed the door open, Ye Zhuming went straight to the backyard which he hadn't entered during the day, but his younger brother entered the main hall instead.

Ye Zhuming had no choice but to keep up, shaking the statue with a flashlight: "This is a local god, there is nothing to see."

Song Huairan didn't make a sound, he stared at the statue, frowning slightly, jumped onto the pedestal lightly, and tapped the head of the statue with his fingers.

This is a bit disrespectful, how can a cultivator not understand taboos?

Lu Zhou thought so, and then saw Song Huairan put his hand on the statue, and then a flame shot out from under his palm, enveloping the golden statue in the blink of an eye.

The heat in the hall soared instantly, Lu Zhou's eyes widened, seeing that the golden body began to melt slowly, and the golden liquid flowed down the altar, Ye Zhuming frowned, raised his hand to protect Lu Zhou and took a few steps back.

Soon the altar and the ground were covered with golden water, and after the golden body on the surface of the statue melted, a stone mermaid statue was revealed!

Lu Zhou recognized it at a glance, and it was exactly the same as those villagers in Gongyang County. The most important thing was that the mermaid was alive, and he was the one who took Ye Xu away.

"How dare you use this method to cheat incense offerings." Song Huairan said coldly, went down to look at the description of the deeds of "Fengquan Immortal" on the stone wall, after a little thought, he came to a conclusion.

"This 'Fengquan Immortal' was probably transformed into a mermaid, so he would 'stay by the spring'. After all, the spiritual energy in the world is declining day by day, and demon cultivation cannot be tolerated for a long time, so he thought of such a way to cultivate believers in the world and deceive The power of incense and fire, to maintain the mana of the physical body."

Ye Zhuming's face was stern: "Based on your judgment, this mermaid lived at least 500 years?"

A mermaid who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years and has been worshiped by incense, his ability should not be underestimated.

Song Huairan said: "Not only."

Seeing that Ye Zhuming's expression was really ugly, Song Huairan said gently: "Don't worry, we can fight."

Ye Zhuming gestured with his eyes: "Is he down there?"

Song Huairan: "You have to go down and see to find out."

He pointed to the mermaid stone statue, and then pointed to the gold liquid on the ground: "Do you want to restore it?"

Ye Zhuming thought for a moment, and took a photo with his mobile phone: "Let's recover first."

He sent messages to both Gu Yufeng and Zhao Huangshi, saying that this matter could not be delayed any longer, and he had to report to the provincial department immediately to thoroughly investigate Fengqi Mountain.

Song Huairan nodded, waved his slender palm, and all the melted gold flew back to the mermaid stone statue, returning to normal in the blink of an eye.

He moved casually, turned his head and saw Lu Zhou staring at him intently, and tilted his head: "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhou was in a complicated mood: "...Maybe I have less knowledge, but I have never seen a Taoist priest like you."

Song Huairan laughed: "It's a good thing I haven't seen it before. Generally, places where I'm around are more dangerous."

Lu Zhou: "..."

Is it too late to go back now?

As if seeing through his thoughts, Song Huairan said gently: "Don't worry, I will protect you."

Ye Zhuming kicked him falsely: "Fuck off! It's your turn to be courteous? Go get down to business!"

When I entered the backyard, I didn't find the Taoist priests in the daytime. There were only a few locked wooden boxes in the two green-tiled rooms.

Ye Zhuming took photos one by one to collect evidence, and Lu Zhou looked around for the road leading to the tiankeng, but found nothing.

The place is so big, this Taoist temple was originally built on the cliff, behind the courtyard wall is the cliff, there seems to be no way to go.

Lu Zhou quietly glanced at Song Huairan, Song Huairan also searched around with him, and finally stopped in front of a well covered with bluestone slabs.

"...Is this the way?" Lu Zhou asked suspiciously.

Ye Zhuming also came over at this time, and seeing Song Huairan nodding, he bent down and grabbed the iron handle, shouted loudly, and dragged the bluestone slab weighing one or two hundred catties to the ground, revealing the dark mouth of the well.

Lu Zhou probed out of curiosity, and shook the flashlight inside.

"Don't get so close." Ye Zhuming pulled his back collar, and the flashlight waved on Song Huairan's face, which was very obvious.

Song Huairan sighed and jumped into the well.

The mouth of the well was wide, and his movements were not hindered, and soon there was a sound of landing.

"There is still a way inside," Song Huairan said with an echo, "It's not high, there's no water, let's jump."

Lu Zhou looked at the light of the flashlight that was only the size of a cigarette butt: "..."

Isn't that too high?

He was really hesitant right now, not because he was afraid, but because he was very deeply aware that he was a weak chicken, and if he continued to walk, he would not know how much he would be hindered.

"How about I just wait here for you?" Lu Zhou suggested.

Ye Zhuming immediately vetoed it: "It's too dangerous."

The situation here is complicated, Lu Zhou has no power to restrain himself, and he can't protect himself at all if he encounters anything, Ye Zhuming is worried.

Lu Zhou sighed: "I shouldn't have followed, I've become a complete fool."

Ye Zhuming put his arms around his shoulders and rubbed his shoulders, "I specialize in art, why are you sighing? You haven't seen me go to the fourth floor to report the bill before, and quarreled with Han so much that Gu Yufeng came down to try to persuade him..."

He was coaxing people in a soft voice, and suddenly felt that his face was illuminated by a strong light, and he clicked his tongue.

"Brother," Song Huairan said from down the well, "Can we talk about love after we finish our work?"

Ye Zhuming yelled for something to remind him, told him to stand aside, then took Lu Zhou into his arms, supported his waist and hips and lifted him up, and put him in his arms face to face: "Legs, pinch him!" tight."

Although the mouth of the well is wide, it is still a little bit reluctant to hold it horizontally. You can only hold it or carry it on your back—of course you have to choose to hold it.

Lu Zhou was hanging on him like a koala. Hearing this, he hurriedly put his arms around his neck and stuck it up. He moved a few times, his legs tightly clamping his thin waist, trying to get as close as possible to avoid collisions. to the well wall.

Ye Zhuming suddenly pinched his ass, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't flirt, just rub harder!"

Lu Zhou glared at him, and was afraid of Song Huairan, warning in a low voice: "You are sick, don't be in heat!"

"I'm in heat?" Ye Zhuming grabbed his buttocks with both hands, and pushed his crotch viciously, "When I get back, I'll just press you against the wall..."

The two were very close, and Ye Zhuming described a few words vividly with his voice suppressed. From the posture to the duration, all the heat was blown on Lu Zhou's face.

Lu Zhou's face was red and his ears were red, wishing to blow his dog's head off with a punch.

This posture really made Ye Zhuming feel distracted, but he just said a few words, collected himself, hugged Lu Zhou and jumped down the well.

As soon as he landed, Lu Zhou couldn't wait to jump down, raised his leg and kicked Ye Zhuming angrily.

Ye Zhuming let out an exaggerated scream, and jumped up and down independently with the golden rooster in his arms: "Ah——it hurts like hell."

Lu Zhou said viciously: "Pretend to be your uncle."

It's not that he doesn't know how much strength he has used.

The diameter of the well head was close to two meters, and the underground space was also large. Song Huairan stepped aside and stood in the aisle, looking at Ye Zhuming with a look of "what are you doing?"

Lu Zhou: "...Your brother is crazy, treat him."

Song Huairan was very embarrassed: "There is no rule of law for pretending to be crazy."

Then he dodged in time, dodging Ye Zhuming's angry kick.

Ye Zhuming saw the passage down the well at a glance, raised his chin to signal Song Huairan: "Lead the way ahead."

Song Huairan shook his head helplessly, raised his flashlight and walked in front.

Just as Lu Zhou was about to keep up, Ye Zhuming grabbed his wrist and pulled him into his arms. His chin was lifted, and a kiss fell on his lips.

After a little bit of water, Ye Zhuming looked gentle: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

Although it's really not suitable to talk about love now, Ye Zhuming's appearance really moved his heart. Lu Zhou carefully glanced in Song Huairan's direction, grabbed the back of Ye Zhuming's head, and put his lips on it.

He also just wanted to kiss lightly, but Ye Zhuming got excited, his tongue opened the teeth and he couldn't help but stick it in, disturbing the wind and rain inside, and then quickly withdrew, ending this short and hot deep kiss.

Song Huairan stopped and turned around.

Ye Zhuming pushed Lu Zhou, who was still a little dazed, and said seriously: "Okay, stop making trouble, and follow up."

Song Huairan opened his mouth, shook his head, turned around and continued walking.

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Half-kneeling to bury the last piece of spirit stone in the ground, Hua Xinmian raised his head, and a phantom of a huge formation gradually emerged on the surface, with complex lines emitting bright and clear light, illuminating his face and the faces of the two behind him very clearly.

"Okay." He stood up and clapped his hands, the gray and white down feathers on his temples due to the use of too much demon power slowly faded away, revealing the appearance of an urban elite in shirt and trousers.

Quan Shuang stood behind him, with a thick long fish tail snaking on the ground, and his leisurely expression suddenly became fierce at a certain moment.

Song Guanlan, who was two feet away, noticed something strange, and gave him a glance: "What's wrong?"

The palpitations were fleeting, Quan Shuang pursed her thin lips, and shook her head: "...it's nothing."

Hua Xinmian picked up his coat and said as he put it on, "The Taoist Lord urgently ordered me to set up a formation, probably because Ye Zhuming and the others have already found something. He is pressing very hard, and I will leave Qin in two days. Wei. Everything is ready now, only the east wind is owed, you two are stationed here, you must take precautions."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Song Guanlan: "Don't cause trouble."

Song Guanlan sneered: "What are you, worthy of ordering me?"

A trace of disgust flashed in Hua Xinmian's eyes.

If it wasn't for proving the Dao and ascending to immortality, how could he be with this kind of demon.

"It's up to you, I'm just conveying the will of the Taoist Lord." Hua Xinmian said coldly, "But now that the incident is imminent, even if you want to seek revenge from Ye Zhuming, don't be in a hurry at this moment, not to mention that the Taoist Lord is planning to kill him. his."

When Song Guanlan heard that name, his expression was ferocious: "Mr. He Lao Daoist, I will know him with my own hands."

It's hard to persuade the damned ghost, Hua Xinmian knows that Song Guanlan is eager to seek revenge, fearing that he will make a mistake, he hesitates whether to prevent it before it happens-put him first.

Although Song Guanlan is quite accomplished in refining medicine, but now that everything is in place, he is no longer needed.

I want to think about it, but he and Song Guanlan are both subordinates in a sense, and their abilities are comparable. Let alone whether they can kill, it is unknown whether it will be his turn to do it.After weighing it, he gave Quanshuang a look.

Quan Shuang immediately said: "I will watch him."

Hua Xinmian was noncommittal, tapped his toes to the ground, raised his head and turned into a white crane, flew into the night sky, and disappeared.

Quanshuang touched her fishtail, thinking about something, then looked up at Song Guanlan.

The Painted Skin Ghost's long hair was loose, and he stood with his hands behind his back. A black mist billowed on the back of his blue-white hands, and blood was dripping from the ulcers.

Quan Shuang said: "You hate him that much?"

Hate to the point of becoming obsessed, body and soul gradually disappearing.

You must know that Song Guanlan was a real evil spirit, resentful to the bone, and born from a dead body.It is not easy for him to open up his spiritual wisdom, and he has been half-stepping on the edge of enchantment.Ying Yu's death was attributed to Ye Zhuming by him, and he became his inner demon, and his deep hatred was hard to get rid of. If he didn't kill Ye Zhuming, Song Guanlan would soon lose his sanity and become a downright evil spirit.

He has committed a lot of crimes. If he really falls into the realm of evil ghosts, his body and soul will be wiped out overnight.

Song Guanlan gave him a cold gouging look: "Don't meddle in your own business."

Ye Zhuming must die, and he must die, otherwise his demons will be hard to get rid of.

So before Daojun can do it, Song Guanlan deliberately pretended to be the proprietress of the restaurant yesterday, and revealed something to Ye Zhuming, he will probably find here soon.

He pursed his lips silently, raised his hand to brush away the lingering black mist, and dug out all the festering carrion with his fingers. He grasped in the air with his muddy palm, and took out a piece of fresh and complete human skin. He tore off the palm and put it on like a glove. Going in, the festering flesh hole that can be seen deep in the bone is covered, and there is another intact hand.

Quan Shuang frowned.

Seeing that Song Guanlan had made up his mind, he was unwilling to persuade him. He dragged his tail and meandered forward: "Stay away from me when you die, I'm too lazy to collect your body."

Song Guanlan closed his eyes without saying a word.