fight for day

Lu Zhou quickened his pace, and when he approached, he saw Bai Suzhen Snake raised his head, and in front of him was a moss-covered stone tablet with badly worn edges, obviously very old.

A piece of moss in the lower right corner was rubbed off, and there was a small scratch on it.

Feng Zheng came here for a visit.

The name was a bit familiar, Lu Zhou frowned and opened the list of missing persons summarized by Ye Zhuming, looking at each one, Feng Zheng was impressively on the list.

He has been missing for nine months and his body has not been found yet.

There were two words on the slate—it should be called two groups of patterns. Lu Zhou didn't recognize it, so he took out his phone and took a photo.

Bai Suzhen had just bumped his head against the stone slab, and there was another row of small characters underneath. Lu Zhou also didn't recognize it, so he stretched out his hand to push away the wet soil, and took a picture of the blue stone slab in its entirety.

"What is this writing?" Bai Suzhen shook his head, "Do you know him?"

Lu Zhou shook his head: "I don't know, what kind of ancient characters it should be. I'll show it to Brother Ye in a while—it really doesn't work. I have a classmate who studies archaeology, and he may know."

Bai Suzhen took out the snake letter and looked around: "There are still things."

The snake's head arched on a collapsed old tree, Bai Suzhen hooked a belt with his fangs, and pulled out a mountaineering bag from underneath.

A sign was hung on the zipper. Lu Zhou wiped away the mud and grass stems, revealing Feng Zheng's name and phone number. The inside of the bag was empty, only a leather notebook.

The book is full of travel logs. Feng Zheng is obviously an outdoor travel enthusiast. He has been to Mount Everest and the rainforest, and finally wrote Fengqi Mountain. There are a few pieces of paper in it, with yellowed corners, as if from some old book torn off.

"Zhao Snow Mountain, with the Tongtian Sui River below it, reaching beyond the South China Sea, where phoenixes live and sharks live. The sharks live in the water like fish, weep and tear into pearls, burn fat for a hundred days, and gather thousands of gold with their scales. If you are sincere, you will see it."

After Lu Zhou finished reading, he picked up another one.

"There is fog in Qinshan, the ghost is the king alone, the bandits and soldiers are slaughtered, the skins are removed and the corpses are left to build a hanging forest—a hanging forest?" Lu Zhou was stunned, "Is this the Forest of Remembrance we are in?"

Bai Suzhen looked at him purely and innocently.

Where are Zhaoxue Mountain and Qin Mountain?The sub-peak of the Fengqi Mountains?It's a mermaid and a mountain ghost...and a phoenix?Is there really a phoenix in Fengqi Mountain?

Lu Zhou felt like he was back in the third year when he was solving math problems in the third year of high school, and his mind was full of "what the hell is this thing"?

His brain ached from thinking about it, and Bai Suzhen's hissing sound became louder and louder, making it extremely frightening in the quiet forest.

"Did you smell a smell of rotten meat?" Bai Suzhen said.

Lu Zhou was brought back to his senses by such a question, he arched his nose, and really smelled an extremely disgusting smell.

It was [-] times smellier than the canned herring he bought out of curiosity. The moment it got into his nasal cavity, Lu Zhou's face wrinkled into a ball, and he almost felt sick.

Bai Su Zhenxinzi didn't vomit anymore, his huge body twisted and writhed on the ground, and was about to transform into a human shape, but something was drawn to his tail, and with a bang, he swayed away.

The fog became thicker at some point, and Lu Zhou couldn't see anything, so he rolled up the notes in his hand and stuffed them into his bag.

Bai Suzhen changed back into a human form, and kept touching his feet.

"What's wrong?" Lu Zhou tilted his head slightly.

Bai Suzhen looked puzzled: "The one I hit just now seems to be a skeleton."

Lu Zhou's face turned pale all of a sudden, are you fucking serious in his eyes? !

As if to prove it, a strange wind blew up in the woods, and at the same time as the fog cleared, a burst of tinkling bells suddenly sounded in front, continuous, like the collision of wind chimes.

It's just that the voice was dull and hoarse, like weeping and complaining, like countless hooked whips hitting the eardrums, it made people's scalp numb.

The sound of jingle bells became denser and denser from far to near. When the fog completely dispersed, Lu Zhou squinted his eyes and looked over. With just one glance, his scalp exploded!

The forest in front is tall and lush, with intertwined branches. A human skeleton hangs upside down on each branch. Their legs are tied tightly and their arms are spread out, forming an inverted cross. They are very dense with each other. When the wind blows, the skeleton The shelves began to swing, colliding with each other in a narrow distance, ding dong, ding dong, it was the sound heard before!

Lu Zhou swallowed hard.

Bai Suzhen grabbed his sleeve tremblingly: "Lu Lu Lu Zhou, I, I, I, I am so scared."

Lu Zhou was about to kneel: Isn't I afraid? !You are a fucking monster, I'm just an accountant!Those who can't read the characters will only memorize the core values ​​of socialism!

The wind stopped at this moment, and the jingling sound in the skeleton forest disappeared, and another strange sound of bones and flesh cracking sounded again, click after click, and Lu Zhou saw the nearest skeleton frame move slightly, and the bone oozes. Streaks of blood flowed out, slowly flowing all over the body, and when it flowed to the empty eye sockets, a small puddle gathered, congealed into eyeballs, and looked straight at the two of them.

Lu Zhou heard a weird laugh, and the next second the skeletons all bowed up, with bloody knuckles on the long leggings——

"They're coming down!!" Lu Zhou's eyes were shattered, and he grabbed Bai Suzhen, "Damn it, run!"

The two turned around and ran desperately back and forth, and there was a series of landing sounds behind them, followed by hurried footsteps, getting closer and closer.

Lu Zhou didn't even have the guts to turn his head back, and kept running like hell. From the corner of his eye, he saw Bai Suzhen turned his head. The baby's face, which had been flushed red from running, turned pale. Accidentally kicked on a dead tree, screamed and fell to the ground.

"Xiaobai!" Lu Zhou hurriedly stopped, and when he turned around, Bai Suzhen had already missed him by six or seven meters.He was lying on the ground, and the bloody skeletons behind him rushed up like a tide, and several pairs of sharp claws had already grabbed Bai Suzhen's legs.

Lu Zhou shivered and pulled out the saber pinned to his waist. Just as he was about to charge forward, a gust of wind rose up in front of him, so fierce and urgent that he was even blown back a few steps, he stretched out his arms and hugged the tree trunk indiscriminately to stabilize himself. down.

He narrowed his eyes in the gust of wind and looked hard, a tall figure stood in the air, his black robe was billowing with the wind, his long hair was swaying, his slender arms were spread out, and the ice-blue flame hanging in his palm was burning more and more intensely.The man shouted violently, and the ice-blue flames immediately surged and rushed to all directions. The flames swept across the forest like a flood, and every bloody skeleton was dyed blue.

The sharp and shrill howl resounded through the sky, and Lu Zhou was almost deafened by the sound.The man in black robe fell to the ground immediately, and covered the ears of Bai Suzhen, who was already sluggish.

Lu Zhou saw his face clearly when he lowered his head, and his heart trembled.

Mu Qinggui?

The fire burned strangely, the space in front of Lu Zhou was distorted, and the flames were rolling a few meters away. Instead of feeling hot, he felt cold all over his body.Although it was strange, its power was also extraordinary. In a short while, the skeletons were all reduced to dust.

The flames died down and the woods were left unharmed.

Lu Zhou shook his head and saw Mu Qinggui pulling Bai Suzhen up from the ground: "Are you okay?"

The iceberg on his face melted away, he frowned slightly, his worry was beyond words.

Bai Suzhen was stunned when the skeleton was burned just now, and Mu Qinggui came back to his senses: "Ah? I'm fine—where's Lu Zhou?"

"I'm here." Lu Zhou said weakly, Mu Qinggui looked over, her eyebrows raised slightly, as if recalling something.

Lu Zhou: "..." Big brother, don't remember me, dammit!

What is it called to be missed by ghosts? !

Bai Suzhen threw Mu Qinggui away, and ran over to grab Lu Zhou a few times: "Are you all right? Why is your face so pale?"

Lu Zhou really wanted to say that he was scared by your partner—yes, he already agreed that Mu Qinggui and Bai Su really had an affair—it would be better if you were farther away from me.

Mu Qinggui's attire this time is similar to the one she met when she was eating hot pot and bumping ghosts, from head to toe in funeral black, but the style is more cumbersome.The wide-sleeved robe, the jade belt around the waist, the purple gold crown on the top of the head, and the jade curtains on the front and back, set off the heroic appearance and boundless beauty.

He said softly, "It's you again?"

Lu Zhou: "...coincidence, purely coincidence."

Mu Qinggui glanced at him expressionlessly, and looked at Bai Suzhen with a softer expression: "What are you doing here? Where's Ye Zhuming?"

"Investigate the case. We left separately." Bai Suzhen said honestly, and only now remembered to say, "Thank you, Mr. Mu."

Mu Qinggui opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but clenched his fists, and finally just nodded.

"Wushan is dangerous, you should follow him." Mu Qinggui paused, "I still have work to do, so I will send you—you guys out first. Remember, don't enter the mountain alone."

Bai Suzhen: "Uh, why don't you go to my brother? Is my brother okay?"

As soon as Ye Zhuming was mentioned, Mu Qinggui's expression turned ugly: "No need, he can't die."

Bai Suzhen pursed his lips, nodded and said okay.

Although Lu Zhou was a little afraid of Mu Qinggui, he couldn't help asking when he heard Wushan: "Master Mu, is Wushan another name for Fengqi Mountain?"

Mu Qinggui was too lazy to talk to him at first, but when he saw Bai Suzhen's eyes burning, he was stunned for a moment, and said: "Yes, Zhaoxue Mountain was also called Qin Mountain in the early years, but that happened in ancient times, and it was originally just a sub-peak of Kunlun. After the catastrophe of Yishen, the Kunlun God veins were broken. In order to continue the survival of the people, the God Race Yankunlun created another [-] spirit veins, and Zhaoxue Mountain was one of them. Ten thousand years later, Zhaoxue Mountain raised a painted skin and killed many people. Blood stains the entire snow peak, and after the sun shines, fog forms and lasts all year round, so it is also called Wushan.

"Later Suzaku Nirvana here, the karmic fire burned Wushan completely, and the ghost king disappeared, Wushan was renamed Fengqi Mountain again."

Mu Qinggui: "This is the reason why Fengqi Mountain has changed its name several times."

"So there are no phoenixes and vermilion birds on Fengqi Mountain?" Bai Suzhen asked curiously.

Mu Qinggui looked at him tenderly: "That's right. According to historical records, the fire burns for thousands of miles and lasts for years. Even the Rain Master couldn't put it out, and Master Guanyin stopped the fire with his hand. Phoenix doesn't have this ability."

Lu Zhou was dumbfounded listening to this mysterious past, and couldn't believe it at all: Did I learn fake history?

Mu Qinggui didn't have the hobby of teaching and educating people. After finishing speaking, he said: "Fengqi Mountain has a special past. If there is a problem, it will not be easily solved. Don't interfere... Forget it, I will send you out first."

With a wave of his wide sleeves, Lu Zhou felt the world spinning in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he stood on a small stone step, Bai Suzhen was still holding his hand tightly.

"Out, out?" Lu Zhou took out his mobile phone, the signal was back, and there were bustling voices not far away: Don't worry, everyone!Wait for the tour guide to get the ticket, let's set off together!

He climbed up the steps, and there were people coming and going at the ticket office not far away, with a big number one written on it.

Lu Zhou looked at the contents of the backpack. Feng Zheng's notes were still there. He sent the slate and photos of the notes, and sent a location.

【Brother Ye, Xiaobai and I have come out, at Gate No. [-]. 】

Then he dug out his classmate's WeChat account and sent a photo of the slate.

[Brother, do me a favor, see what is written on it? 】

The classmate replied quickly [wait for me to help you ask. 】

As soon as he typed a good word, Ye Zhuming's news came back.

[Okay, wait for us here. 】

Lu Zhou was a little surprised. He remembered that he and Ye Zhuming had no signal when they were in the woods.

As early as the first moment Mu Qinggui appeared, Ye Zhuming was sure that Bai Suzhen and Lu Zhou were safe, and saw the news when he took out his phone.

"You shouldn't let him come to this kind of place." Mu Qinggui's face was extremely ugly, "You can trap you in a small maze, but you are too useless."

Ye Zhuming took back the phone and said angrily, "You are awesome, don't let Xiaobai follow me."

Mu Qinggui's eyes flashed, and Bama saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly pulled Ye Zhuming back: "Brother, stop talking, let's go out and meet Lu Zhou and the others first."

Mu Qinggui originally planned to slap Ye Zhuming out with a slap, but thinking about Ba Ma, he was afraid of accidentally hurting his sister-in-law and being blamed by Gu Yangfeng, so he could only withdraw in resentment.

You'd better live a few more years, after you die and enter the underworld, I will definitely kill you three thousand times.

He thought gloomyly, and when he was about to leave, he frowned suddenly, and looked at the place where the leaves were shaking just now.

For a moment, Mu Qinggui felt a very slight fluctuation of spiritual power, he stopped and looked around for a while, and then disappeared in place in a flash when the surroundings calmed down.

In the deepest part of the mountain below, there is a hollowed-out area, shaped like an upside-down bowl, with stalagmites hanging upside down on the top, and a little white flame burning at the tip, with the flame tip pointing down, like an upside-down candle.

Thousands of candles illuminate the mountains like daytime. The underground river has flowed for thousands of years, and a lake has gathered in the center.

There are several sizable white jade stones lying horizontally by the lake, with a width of four to five meters. There is a man lying sideways on a piece of jade stone. His naked upper body is extremely strong and lean. Every ups and downs are full of masculine strength and beauty.

His appearance is as aggressive as his figure, with a deep and sharp outline, slender eyes, sinister and dangerous when squinting at people, and a pair of black and hard antlers on top of his head.

The long and thick black hair poured down, sticking to the broad and firm back, submerged in the water together with the man's lower body, swaying like water plants.From the gaps in the hair, it can be seen that his lower body is not a leg, but a fish tail that is thicker than his waist, and the pitch-black scales are horrifyingly cold under the water.

The man was tall and muscular, with a fish tail that was nearly three meters long. He made a bend underwater and turned back to the jade platform next to him. His broad tail fin clung to a pair of cloud-patterned boots like a hand.

"I said," he curled his thin lips slightly, smiled wantonly and arrogantly, and looked obscenely at the man sitting above him, "Although Shen Tu is in charge of the underworld, those who have entered the underworld are under his control. Your little girl He is neither a human nor a demon, and will not leave even a single bit of soul after death, even if you use him to blackmail Mu Qinggui, he won't be able to give you what you want, why bother?"

The eyes of the man sitting cross-legged were originally closed, but slowly opened when he heard the words, there was a repressed violence between his brows, as if there was a layer of haze that would never melt away, making his handsome face much more terrifying.

He didn't talk, the mermaid clicked his tongue, and the tail fin got into the robe unscrupulously, and moved up along the slender legs: "Why don't you talk? Guanlan?"

Song Guanlan pulled the corners of his mouth ferociously, and when he raised his hand, his black nails stretched instantly, and he struck fiercely and decisively. Although the man pulled back the fish's tail in an instant, several fish scales were still cut off by the sharp nails, each with half It was the size of a palm, with blue blood oozing from its roots.

The man's smile was completely hidden. He looked at the fish's tail fainting blue under the water, and his face was sullen: "I didn't stop you, why are you crazy with me?"

"Take care of your tongue and tail, and be careful that I will use your scales to peel off your skin." Song Guanlan sneered while holding the scales.

The man laughed back angrily: "Try—"

"Quan Shuang." An abrupt male voice sounded, calm and helpless.

Quanshuang endured it, and the raised fish tail slowly fell back into the water.

Song Guanlan sneered, and raised his hand, a few fish scales in his palm pierced through the air, and shot at the man standing in the corner like a sharp sword, but stopped abruptly just as he was about to pierce his face.

The man shook his head slightly, and took off the fish scales that were stagnant in the air one by one like picking flowers: "Guanlan, you are too ruthless."

"Why, you don't even have this ability?" Song Guanlan sarcastically said that he missed the hit, and turned his eyes to Quanshuang, "Or is he incompetent?"

Quan Shuang turned her gaze to the man in the suit and leather shoes: "When will he be able to leave? Don't heal his injuries, he will die cleanly, anyway, he hasn't died before."

"This is my territory." Song Guanlan interrupted.

Quanshuang sarcastically said, "Do you think that carving a name on a stone is your territory?"

"Enough." The man waved his hands with a headache, half-kneeled beside Quanshuang, and brought the wet fish tail in front of him. A few fish scales on his hands glowed with a faint blue light, floating up and down in the air like weightlessness.The man's fingers lightly tapped a few times, and the fish scales, one by one, stuck back to the wound softly.

"Why are you so nice, huh?" Quanshuang's evil smile hung back on his face again, his broad palms were opened, and the webbed fingertips were clearly visible. He tightly grasped the man's white wrist, and pulled it to his mouth to kiss. Take a sip.

Song Guanlan rolled his eyes to the sky.

However, the man showed no impatience, and even touched the tall and hard antlers with a smile, and then looked at Song Guanlan gently: "How do you use the original body? Isn't the skin you changed the day before yesterday bad? Guanlan, the more you use your own skin, the more you use it." The more, the slower the recovery—”

"I know, I don't need you to remind me." Song Guanlan interrupted irritably.

The man paused, then sighed: "Ying Yu tried to turn her back, so she must be killed. You also know that the Lord never leaves a way out. Her soul is indeed exhausted, and her body returns to dust. Don't let Mu Qinggui look for her in the ghost world. Even if you exhaust Huangquan and Biluo, you will not be able to find half a lingering soul that responds to the rain."

"I said it," Song Guanlan was furious suddenly, his long hair was windless, black meridians protruded from his fair face, ferocious like a ghost, "you don't need to talk too much."

He really wanted to kill, the man paused, and smiled gently: "If you don't like it, I won't mention it."

Song Guanlan's evil spirit remained intact, and he looked at him coldly.

The man opened his coat, and took out two pieces of dark purple jade the size of his index finger from his arms, with strands of purple air still lingering on them.

Quanshuang smelled the long and deep breath, and her eyes turned red instantly.

Thousands of years ago, when Suzaku was nirvana here, the sacred fire burned the mountain, and the few drops of Ganoderma lucidum nectar scattered by Guanyin when he extinguished the fire became the spirit of the mountain, warming the water and soil, and the aura contained in it is endless and precious.

"The lord gave you a piece of jade dew mountain spirit, so that you can nourish your incomplete soul." The two pieces of purple jade in the man's palm slowly flew towards Song Guanlan.

Quan Shuang saw it anxiously, and stretched out her hand to grab it: "Oh, it's too much——"

"It's not too much." The man smiled and pressed Quanshuang's hand down, "There is still one piece for Suzaku to continue the pulse."

Song Guanlan took the things, and his breath calmed down instantly.He looked at the two jade dew mountain spirits, frowned and said, "You mean the one that is Ducheng?"

The man nodded.

Song Guanlan said: "You want me to send it to him?"

The man shook his head: "That's not necessary, the dragon will take it for Suzaku. You should carry it with you, just don't hold it too tightly."

Song Guanlan nodded silently, and the two pieces of purple jade in his hand disappeared.

Quan Shuang sighed, and lay down on her back with her hands on the back of her head: "In this day and age, there are fewer and fewer good things—but the Qinglong Suzaku of this generation looks pretty good, especially that dragon, tsk tsk. I know that dragons are always good-looking. , but he is too good-looking."

The man smiled slightly: "Back when Emperor Yuan Tian was in charge of the Six Realms, the dragon race became the race that received the most blessings from heaven. The road to practice is much smoother, and it is not surprising that they are better in appearance."

Quan Shuang's tail made waves in the water: "Speaking of which, Emperor Yuan Tian is also a dragon, is he really as good-looking as in the painting?"

The man smiled and said: "The Heavenly Lord is the body of a god, the lord of the six realms. No one can comment on his appearance... However, the Queen of Heaven said that the Heavenly Emperor is—Mr. Jianhua, who is unparalleled in the world."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Quan Shuang sneered.

The man was noncommittal, gently touched the antlers on Quanshuang's head, stood up, and stretched the hem of his suit.

So the water stains on it disappeared instantly.

"My lord asked me to see how the progress is going. The incident is imminent. You two should be careful and not take it lightly." The man's expression was still gentle, but his tone made people shudder.

"If something goes wrong in the big plan, I will definitely not forgive you lightly."

After he finished speaking, he disappeared as quietly as when he came.

Quanshuang glanced at Song Guanlan who was sitting upright, patted the fish tail on the water surface, plunged into it and disappeared.