Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

The special investigation department originally planned to use Guan Lingyan to lure Ye Wenqing out, and then catch him all at once, but they didn't expect Ye Wenqing to be a cunning old fox, who had been silent for a long time and avoided showing his face.On the contrary, Guan Lingyan couldn't bear it first, and contacted Song Ci and others first, but this was also a surprise.

Knowing what happened that night from their mouths, combined with the secret letters between Yue Xiuqin and Ye Wenqing, it also confirmed what Zhong Jiuli and others said.

Luo Ziang said: "Tomorrow is the day of the burial. Ye Wenqing will definitely appear at the memorial service, and the Special Investigation Division will also send people to mourn. After the memorial service is over, we will 'invite' Ye Wenqing to go back and cooperate with the investigation."

Zhong Jiuli nodded and said, "Okay."

When Guan Lingyan and Luo Ziang came out of Chujiu's space, the clock had already pointed to eleven o'clock.

In order not to startle them, they wanted to stay in the hospital, but they didn't know that they had already fallen into Ye Wenqing's trap.

Zhong Jiuli parked the car, Song Ci picked up Chu Jiu who was already asleep, and the two got out of the car together and walked towards the building.

When he reached the door, Zhong Jiuli was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was ajar. He frowned and pushed the door open. The room was in chaos like a strong wind, and there were signs of fighting everywhere.

Song Ci thumped in his heart, looked around, and suddenly found a letter lying quietly on the table, he stepped forward quickly, and opened the letter.

——"Looking at Beishan."

Song Ci cursed, crumpled the paper into a ball, and said to Zhong Jiuli, "Let's go."

Wangbei Mountain is a small hill, just near the urban area, and it takes only half an hour to drive there.

Song Ci called Guan Lingyan, and it rang for a while before the phone finally got through. Song Ci told Guan Lingyan that Zhao Yinuo and the others were taken away.

Guan Lingyan hurriedly said, "I'll be there right away."

Song Ci narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Tell that little policeman to prepare to arrest people."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci's anger was still there, wishing he could rush to Ye Wenqing to settle accounts with him right now.

He pressed the car window, and the howling night wind blew most of his anger away. Song Ci gradually calmed down. Too many things had happened since he woke up within half a day.

After listening to all these appalling things in a daze, before he had time to be shocked, he learned the news of An Yan's 'leaving', and before his sadness subsided, he received a call from Guan Lingyan.

Until now, he had the opportunity to think about these things carefully.

Ye Wenqing's plan was clearly planned for a long time, but he never figured out what his purpose was.

Zhong Qiyuan was killed 17 years ago for the sword of killing the soul, so why did he kill Gu Qing?

He colluded with Xu to refine ghosts, but awakened the subjugated general who had been sleeping for hundreds of years, and then sent Xu to the ghost prison, releasing thousands of ghosts. After Xu succeeded, he used Ye Yunze to kill him.

Now they are cornered again.

What is he trying to do?

In addition - Song Ci turned his head, the lingering night wind messed up his broken hair, he squinted his eyes and looked at Zhong Jiuli, took a deep breath, and asked the deepest doubts in his heart, "how do you--"

His tone froze, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence.

How Zhong Jiuli saved him, he can probably guess some clues, and he also knows that Zhong Jiuli will definitely not tell him the truth.

He shook his head, looked out the window, and faced the night wind, blowing away the doubts in his heart.

"Brother, let me protect you this time."

Zhong Jiuli hooked the corner of his mouth, and responded lightly, "En."

Half an hour later, they arrived at Wangbei Mountain. The car circled the mountain road to the top of the mountain. An old Tianshi Temple appeared in front of them. The lights inside the temple were brightly lit, and the door was closed tightly, as if waiting for them to open it.

Song Ci settled down Chujiu and got out of the car with Zhong Jiuli.

"Boom, boom, boom—"

Song Ci knocked on the door impatiently. After a while, the door opened slowly, and the door hinges that had been in disrepair made a trembling and slight creaking sound, which sounded like a protracted barbaric accent in the silent night bad tune.

Uncle Wang stood behind the door, watching the two of them quietly, his old and aged face was unmoved, and his eyes were also filled with cold emptiness.

He said: "The master will wait for a long time."

His voice was just like his appearance, without ups and downs, like a living dead.

Zhong Jiuli frowned, and couldn't help but think of those people who had been infected by the soul bug.

The two followed Uncle Wang and walked in. There was an altar-like platform in the courtyard, and Heng Yuancheng, who had passed out, lay quietly on it, and He Zijun, who was trapped in the soul-detaining formation, was dying.

Song Ci was taken aback, and just as he was about to make a move, Uncle Wang said, "Master, wait for the two of you."

Song Ci frowned and lowered his hand back.

Walking into the lobby, Ye Wenqing was standing in the room, with his back to them looking at the long-faded portrait of the Celestial Master hanging on the wall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slowly, and the dim light shone on his peaceful and peaceful face, showing a trace of gentleness and kindness.

Song Ci shook his head for a moment, then he stared wide-eyed, looking in shock at Zhao Yinuo and Yan Wenwen who were sitting on both sides.

With their eyes open, their expressions were numb, and they sat on chairs like wax figures.

Song Ci cried out, "Yinuo!"

There was a glimmer of light in Zhao Yinuo's empty eyes, and then disappeared instantly.

Song Ci was angry and raised his long whip to hit Ye Wenqing's face. At this moment, Zhao Yinuo, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up and blocked Ye Wenqing.

Song Ci was startled, and hurriedly took half a step back, retracting the whip.

Zhong Jiuli frowned involuntarily.

Ye Wenqing smiled slightly, raised his hand and touched Zhao Yinuo's head, "Good boy."

Song Ci was anxious and angry, and said angrily, "What do you want to do!?"

Ye Wenqing smiled, and said, "Zhong Jiuli really saved you."

Song Ci rolled his eyes, and said impatiently: "Why, you also want to try to be rescued? I will help you."

Ye Wenqing still smiled, but the smile couldn't reach his eyes, his eyes were very cold, a kind of inorganic coldness, like a machine without emotion.

With his hands behind his back, he slowly walked out into the yard, Zhao Yinuo, Jin Nanling and others followed behind him, not giving Song Ci a chance to strike.

Song Ci and Zhong Jiuli followed out.

Ye Wenqing stood on the altar, and he waved at Song Ci, "Come here."

Song Ci looked at him suspiciously, and asked cautiously, "Why?"

Ye Wenqing still laughed, but what he said made the scalp tingle. He asked, "Do you want to kill me?"

Song Ci was startled, then frowned and said, "I said yes, so you just stand obediently and let me kill you?"

Ye Wenqing shook his head, he looked at Song Ci as if he was looking at a masterpiece, he said unabashedly: "You and Heng Yuansheng are both corpse generals that you can't see in a hundred years, but Heng Yuancheng lacks a soul Soul, if you fill his body with your soul, the fusion of the two souls may be able to refine a real corpse general. At that time, you will not only be free from the shackles of heaven, but all the walking corpses in this world will become your subordinates. It's even easier to kill me."

Song Ci looked at Ye Wenqing as if he was looking at a lunatic, "You refined corpse generals just to kill yourself?"

Ye Wenqing smiled lightly, and there was a hint of madness in his eyes.

Song Ci felt his scalp go numb. A lunatic is not scary. I'm afraid that a calm and intelligent lunatic like Ye Wenqing would never guess what he wants to do.

After all, it is a foolish thing to use the thinking of a normal person to speculate on the thinking of a lunatic.

Song Ci decided not to talk nonsense with him anymore, he and Zhong Jiuli looked at each other, and they attacked Ye Wenqing one after the other.

Ye Wenqing stood where he was, with killing intent in his eyes. Suddenly, Yan Wenwen stepped forward and stopped him.

Song Ci flicked his long whip and almost lost his strength. He shouted, "Uncle, I didn't hit you on purpose. If you want to blame you, you can blame Ye Wenqing, that old bastard."

As he spoke, he drew out his long whip to trap him and tried to stun him. At this moment, Jin Nanling suddenly stepped forward, raising his long sword in his hand, and attacked Song Ci.

With a sound of "铛——", the two swords collided, and flames splashed everywhere.

Zhong Jiuli withdrew his sword and attacked Jin Nanling mercilessly. Not long after, Jin Nanling had several wounds on his body.

Seeing that another wound was about to be added to Jin Nanling's body, Song Ci blocked Zhong Jiuli's attack with a whip, "Maybe there is still hope."

Zhong Jiuli only waited for the long sword to be retracted, and responded lightly, "Yes."

Afterwards, he leaned forward and struck at the back of Jin Nanling's neck with the hilt of his sword. Jin Nanling groaned in pain, but he did not fall down.

There was a trace of coldness in Zhong Jiuli's eyes.

Suddenly, Song Ci had an idea, and he said: "Try to use the Soul Purification Curse on them!" Then he muttered: "Now there is no pen or letter."

At this time, Yan Wendao attacked again, Yan Wendao's offensive was swift and fierce, and with a desperate posture, Song Ci was afraid of him.

This time, Song Ci came to meet his attack. Suddenly, a thin blade appeared in his hand, which cut Yan Wendao's cheek, and blood flowed down his jaw. As he passed, his fingertips slid across his cheeks, stopped again, and circled behind Yan Wendao, who stopped his movements immediately.He found that these soul-infested people would stop once they couldn't see the target of the attack.

In other words, as long as you hide behind them, you can take advantage of them.

Using the blood on his hand, he sketched a talisman behind Yan Wendao, pointing his finger, Yan Wendao suddenly let out an angry and sharp roar.

Then a black air flew out of Yan Wendao's body.

Song Ci was overjoyed, and he hurriedly looked at Zhong Jiuli, only to see that there were already three people lying under his feet.

He clicked his tongue, and quickly helped Yan who was about to fall to the ground and asked.

Zhong Jiuli used the spell better than him. Without the talisman pen, he could use his finger as a pen, and he could use the talisman pen's effect, and the speed was extremely fast. After a while, he forced the Gu soul out of everyone's body.

Song Ci had time to look at Ye Wenqing. He was still standing where he was. The night wind blew past, blowing his sleeves and outlining his almost thin figure.

Song Ci frowned and attacked with a whip.

Ye Wenqing stretched out his hand and grabbed the long whip that Song Ci attacked. Song Ci twisted his hand and pulled the whip back. The barbs on the whip hooked Ye Wenqing's hand into a bloody mess.

But he didn't seem to know the pain, his hands were quietly hanging on his sides, blood dripped down to the ground along his fingertips, and a cloud of black air gushed out.

Then, the ground suddenly trembled for a few seconds, Song Ci was startled, and for a moment, overwhelming hostility struck, and the heavy and heavy air made it hard to breathe.

The sound of thousands of ghosts howling together sounded from the ground.