What is wrong with raising snakes?

Xuan Qingci was so angry that he grabbed the patriarch's collar and put it behind him, saying, "Are you crazy? We kindly rescued you, but you wanted to die? Do you know what that red shadow is?"

The patriarch didn't speak, his lips trembled, and his outstretched hands trembled. He stared at the palm of his hand tightly, as if there was something terrifying on it.

Yan Fenglang immediately launched the Soul Binding Art, but the moment he was about to touch the red ghost, he was blocked by a white light from Bai Ying, his eyes suddenly froze, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Help the evildoer."

When the red ghost saw Bai Ying aiming at Yan Fenglang, he laughed happily, and there were slight ripples at the extreme part of his voice, and the leaves made a "rustling" sound.

After laughing, I saw the red ghost raiding the rocks on the right side of Yan Fenglang, where Xuan Qingci and the patriarch hid.Seeing Yan Fenglang, he immediately dodged over, but was stopped by two black and white shadows.

Only this time, they turned their backs to Yan Fenglang.

"Go away! If you are my enemy, I will fight to the death!"

With a threatening sound, the red ghost accelerated his speed toward the chaotic rocks, and the fierceness in his eyes made Yan Fenglang's anger even stronger.He raised his hand, gathered a black energy in his palm and was about to shoot at the red ghost, but he saw a black shadow blocking Yan Fenglang's face, and another white shadow went straight to the red ghost.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Yan Fenglang frowned and asked, the black energy in his palms still persisting.

Heiying looked at Yan Fenglang expressionlessly, but bowed down and said respectfully: "Please don't interfere with this matter."

"I'm a soul collector, and I'm going to take this evil spirit away, so that he won't do harm to the world again." Yan Fenglang had an expression that could not be refuted, and the black air in his palm suddenly grew stronger.

When the black shadow saw it, he didn't give in at all, and said, "Evil ghost? I dare to ask, what is good and what is evil?"

Yan Fenglang snorted coldly, unwilling to explain further to him, unfolded the bamboo slip, took out the second bamboo slice from left to right, put his hands together, pointed at the bamboo slice, and approached Bai Ying's back.

The black shadow's eyes widened, and he rushed over and pushed the white shadow away violently. In an instant, a hole appeared in the black shadow's body.

"No help!"

Bai Ying screamed, full of worry, and rushed desperately to the place where Yan Fenglang's spell was left.Yan Fenglang exerted his strength suddenly, and taking advantage of the red ghost's astonishment, he sent the bamboo piece into the red ghost's body, attached a soul-binding formula, and firmly nailed it to the center of the soul-binding array.

Bai Ying was out of breath, and was about to rush towards Yan Fenglang with a whisk in his hand, but was grabbed by Hei Ying, who shook his head at him, expressing that he was fine.

Seeing that the red ghost was finally caught, the patriarch closed his eyes, and a hot teardrop dripped down his old face and landed on the back of Xuan Qingci's hand, he suddenly felt a stab in the heart.

"It's all my fault..."

Xuan Qing was puzzled, looked up at Yan Fenglang, and saw him reciting a mantra silently, holding the soul restraining order in his hand, about to put the red ghost in the bamboo slip.

"I'm not convinced! I'm not convinced—"

Xuan Qingci's heart ached from the shrill cry, and the sentence "I don't accept it" was very similar to himself back then.

"You ruined my family, and now even my soul is going to be harmed, Song Qingying! You must die! You must die—"

Xuan Qingci looked at the patriarch, thinking that this patriarch is Song Qingying that the red ghost said.

At this moment, Xuan Qingci suddenly felt a stabbing pain in the neck, he was stunned, he didn't expect Song Qingying to attack him.

Yan Fenglang was concentrating on aggravating the formation, intending to put the three ghosts into the bamboo slips together, when a voice suddenly came from behind him, telling his men to stop, and the formation was half-pointed.

"If you dare to kill him, I will kill your little demon!"

Just at this time, the two black and white shadows increased their mana, and a crack appeared in the soul-binding array.

Yan Fenglang never thought that one day he would be threatened by others, and the fierceness in his eyes became more severe, and even tinged with cruelty.

"Let him go, I can temporarily not accept that red ghost."

Xuan Qingci's face was full of surprise, but his subordinates quietly gathered a ball of blue light, signaling Yan Fenglang to stop for now.However, the other party's brows became tighter and tighter, wishing to twist them up, but the Soul Binding Art in his hand did not weaken at all.

Song Qingying saw that the red ghost was still pinned in place, and the tip of the knife in his hand was submerged again. Xuan Qingci raised his chin slightly, and blood gushed out from the wound and flowed into his collar.

Yan Fenglang took a deep breath and immediately closed the magic circle with gloomy eyes.

Just when he received the magic circle, the two black and white shadows took advantage of it and broke the soul-binding circle in one fell swoop.

The red ghost was free of restraints, broke through the Soul Binding Art all at once, and approached Yan Fenglang who was distractedly paying attention to Xuan Qingci's injury at the moment.

Seeing the red ghost's movements, Xuan Qingci suddenly grabbed Song Qingying's wrist, and rushed towards the red ghost behind Yan Fenglang with the Posha that had condensed in his hand.

Seeing his movements, Yan Fenglang reacted immediately, and a soul purifying order immediately flew towards the red ghost.Seeing the black and white shadows, the dark path is not good, a white light pulls the red ghost back and flees quickly.

Song Qingying was held by Xuan Qingci's wrist, and dropped the dagger with a bang.

Seeing that the red ghost had already fled, Yan Fenglang had no choice but to give up.He strode to Xuan Qingci's side, squeezed his chin and lifted it up vigorously without saying a word, checking his injury roughly.Then he turned his eyes, looked at Song Qingying with an angry look, gritted his teeth and said, "Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Song Qingying suddenly lost her arrogance, lowered her head and let out a long sigh.

"It's all my fault, my fault!"

At the time of Xu, Xuan Qingci and Yan Fenglang appeared at the patriarch's house. When the patriarch's wife saw that the two brought Song Qingying back, her eyes turned red with excitement, and she immediately went forward to greet her.

The four walked into the lobby, and Xuan Qingci immediately sat down, reaching out to cover the wound to ease the pain, but Yan Fenglang grabbed his wrist.He was slightly taken aback, and saw Yan Fenglang take out a strip of cloth from his arms, and gently wrap it around Xuan Qingci's neck.

"After a hundred years of practice, I have no defense at all."

Xuan Qingci didn't speak, and the look of lowered eyes looked a bit downcast from Yan Fenglang's condescending angle at the moment.He suddenly realized that his body was a little heavy. After all, no one would have thought that a 80-[-]-year-old man who seemed powerless would threaten him with a dagger in his hand.talk

"Forget it," Yan Fenglang tied a knot lightly, and said, "I was careless, I shouldn't have left you alone."

Xuan Qingci trembled all over, staring at Yan Fenglang with wide eyes.

"I was careless, I shouldn't have left you alone."

The man hugged his prototype self who was covered in blood puddles from being pecked by vultures, and he also said this sentence.

"Do you remember something?"

Yan Fenglang paused his hands and asked strangely: "Remember what? What should I remember?"

Xuan Qingci was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head in response: "Sorry, I misremembered."

Yan Fenglang looked at him more and more strangely, and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you following me..."

"Master..." Song Qingying interrupted what Yan Fenglang was about to ask, poked her head and stared at him.

Yan Fenglang looked at Xuan Qingci's drooping head, suppressing his doubts in his heart, thinking that there would be plenty of time in the future to grind this little demon slowly, and he was not in a hurry.So he turned around and sat on the side, facing Song Qingying, patiently waiting for him to speak again.

Seeing that Yan Fenglang was ready, Song Qingying looked up at his wife, who clapped Song Qingying's hand knowingly, and then left the lobby.

The hall fell into silence, and the moonlight shone in from the main entrance, hitting the front of the hall directly, contrasting with the light of the candles in the hall, it looked extraordinarily desolate and lonely. Qian! Xia! Du Jia

Probably because it is located at the foot of the cypress forest, the wind is extremely cold this night, and a gust of wind makes people shiver.

Song Qingying picked up a teacup and took a sip to warm her body, but the tea was already cold.He swallowed it in one gulp, instantly cooling down from the beginning to the end.

"Patriarch, what's going on?" Xuan Qingci broke the silence first, his expression softened under the torch, and his red eyes were hazy.

Song Qingying sighed again, closed the teacup and placed it on the table, her hand resting on the teacup looked rather heavy.

"Fifty years, exactly 40 years."

Yan Fenglang frowned, he was no stranger to this number, because he also came here because of this number.

"Although he didn't die because of me, he was indeed killed by me!"

Xuan Qingci was confused when he heard it, and frowned together with Yan Fenglang.

"How do you say that?" Yan Fenglang asked immediately.

Song Qingying put away her hands on the teacup, and continued: "It's a long story."

Xuan Qingci's brows were furrowed even tighter, and he remembered Yan Fenglang's way of talking about things before, and it was the same.The sentence "It's a long story" I really told it from beginning to end, and I forced myself to say it for three days and three nights, during which I trapped myself with the damn Soul Binding Art.As a result, his eyes were almost blinded, so he let himself go.

Thinking of this, Xuan Qingci immediately said: "Let's make a long story short!"

Song Qingying was taken aback, with a rather helpless expression, and replied: "But this matter... we really have to start from the beginning..."

Yan Fenglang took a deep breath, tapped his knuckles on the table twice, and when he looked at Xuan Qingci, he found a trace of impatience on the other's face, so he said: "Then let's start with this epidemic, when did it come, Who did it come from, and how did it come about.”

Song Qingying paused, as if thinking about how to answer this question.

Seeing that he was thinking with his head down, the two reached out to the cup of tea placed between them. The moment Yan Fenglang touched his head, Yan Fenglang's head suddenly seemed to be pricked by a needle. He frowned slightly, trying to capture that The source of the tingling sensation can no longer be found.

Xuan Qingci took advantage of the opportunity to take the teacup, took a panoramic view of Yan Fenglang's abnormality, and looked at Song Qingying pretendingly.

Why... is it blank?

"The epidemic is not like it is now... My Taoyuan Village does have a doctor, but the family who got sick has no money to treat the disease, so they have evil thoughts and go to the cypress forest... unexpectedly... oh..."

Song Qingying seemed to be caught in extremely unbearable memories, with an annoyed expression on her face.

"But the red ghost was drawn out in the cypress forest?" Yan Fenglang asked, wanting to get a definite answer from Song Qingying.

I saw that Song Qingying nodded heavily, and then said: "Half a month ago, there was a sudden heavy rain here, and the canal collapsed. The family also found a grave in the cypress forest..."

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