Buried fire

"I went to see Sui Sui today." The third uncle took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and put it on the table. "There are still four days at most."

The master sighed, and continued to quickly flip through the pile of ancient books in front of him.

Before Lu Zhenshu and the others also said they would come to help search, but they were all beaten back by the master.

I don't know how many sealed evil spirits are hidden in this ancient book. These children are still young, so they shouldn't wander around with injuries in the days to come.

"Take this medicine three pills a day," Third Master Uncle told him when he saw that he was not going to speak, "After taking it, remember to exercise to expel the congestion caused by the wound."

"Understood." Master said.

"I know what a fart," said the third senior uncle, "You just forgot to practice your kung fu before and just made the wound worse. During that time, my senior brother and I thought you would..."

"I am destined to die." Master put down a book and picked up another book to read, "I can't die."

"Fools are dead." After the third uncle finished speaking, he went to the inside and brought a large pile of books.

Before putting it down, there was a loud noise at the door, and Yin Zhu broke in, striding towards the master.

His eyes were very red, and there was still a little emptiness in his eyes. It was not until he saw Master that his eyes recovered, but he couldn't speak out with trembling lips several times.

"How about Sui Sui?" The master glanced at him.

"...Fall asleep." Yin Zhu then opened his mouth.His voice was hoarse as if someone had pulled him hard.

"Want to help?" Master said, "Are you literate?"

Yin Zhu swallowed, picked up a book from the table and glanced at it twice, the words on it were relatively obscure to others, but Yin Zhu could understand the content at a glance - these were the words Ye Jiang taught him ——He nodded, "I can understand."

Seeing that the person at the table did not intend to stop him, the third uncle nodded, took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, and put it on the table, "If you are attacked by an evil spirit, find a way to force him out of your body." Come out, and then take medicine to treat the injury in the inner body."

Yin Zhu glanced at the medicine on the table, and hummed vaguely.

When Lu Huanyi woke up, it was already past one o'clock in the morning, when the yin energy was at its heaviest.

He touched his phone and took a look. He actually slept all day and night without waking up, and by the light, he saw the arm that was already like a ghost.

It wasn't too hot in the house, and the doors and windows were closed, with thick blackout curtains covering where the light would come in—although there wasn't much light coming in at night.

But it was still hard.

The Yin Qi in his body made his hands and feet feel as cold as falling into an ice cave. Lu Huanyi instinctively wanted to go to the side to hug Yin Zhu, but when he stretched out his hand, he didn't touch anything.

"Yin Zhu?" Lu Huanyi looked around, he was still in his small room, but Yin Zhu had indeed disappeared.

Lu Huanyi frowned, turned over and got out of bed, walked slowly to the door, thought for a while, then turned to get a hat from the closet, took out a coat, put it on, and went out together with it.

At this time, the night was already deep, and most of the brothers in the back mountain had already fallen asleep, and some night owls were meditating in their backyard in a daze.

Lu Huanyi dragged his body and walked towards the forbidden direction.

The moonlight was far from bright, and I could only vaguely see the outlines of the surrounding roads and trees.

Early cicadas have already started chirping.

"careful!"

The evil spirit rushing towards his face entered his eyes in the blink of an eye. Yin Zhu couldn't dodge it. When the thing was attached to his eyes, he gritted his teeth and pushed a ball of fire closer to his eyes. Ling ran out again in extreme fear, and the master directly destroyed the evil spirit with a wave of his hand. Yin Zhu's left eye became red, and he could hardly read clearly.

"Are you all right?" Master looked at him.

"It's okay." Yin Zhu covered his eyes and shook his head.

This is the third evil spirit that hit him today.

"Let me take a look," the master put down the book, walked up to Yin Zhu, and took a closer look at his eyes. After making sure that nothing happened, he was relieved, and then glanced at his neck inadvertently, "It's not the one I gave you before." Is it a piece of jade?"

"The red thread was torn off when restoring the prototype," Yin Zhu said, shaking his head, his left eye gradually regained his vision, "I don't know where it fell, this piece was given to me by Lu Huanyi."

That little furry fox with rough carvings.

The red thread on this jade pendant is very miraculous, whether it was when Yin Zhu became the size of the prototype or after he became a human, it didn't break, as if it grew on Yin Zhu's neck.

Master replied vaguely, and opened another book.

The pages of the books here are basically yellowed, and they are all old books, as if the paper can be crushed with a little force.

Thousands of years ago, the person who had the same sinister energy as Lu Huanyi was rescued later, but the specific information is very vague. Even the fact that the way to save him was written in a book is a very vague rumor.

Yin Zhu stretched out his hand and gently pinched the little fox on his chest, gritted his teeth and quickly flipped through the books.

But there was something in the ear.

It wasn't the clansman's voice that irritated him as before, but a very crisp bell.

Yin Zhu paused while pinching the pages of the book, then suddenly raised his head to look deep into the bookshelf.

"What's wrong?" Master looked at him.

"There is a voice," Yin Zhu said, "it's inside."

The master was also taken aback for a moment, he pursed his lips, got up and went to the depths of the bookshelf, where there were thousands of books piled up, exactly the same as when he went in to search.

"...a very short sound," Yin Zhu said, "Is there something?"

The master frowned and said nothing.

But the hand flipping through the books never moved again.

"Yin Zhu," the master looked up at him, "I gave him the year-old jade pendant. It is a sacred object to protect him from the interference of Yin Qi and demons and ghosts, and to grow up safely. When he grows up, he has the ability to protect himself. If you don't like to put it on your body, it will affect his judgment on ghosts. But at this time, the jade on your body probably has the same effect."

Yin Zhu looked at him and said nothing.

"You can hear the sound, maybe it's something calling you in this forbidden room, but it's blocked by the jade pendant, so you can only hear a short sound. I'm not sure if it's what we're looking for, but..." the master said Kind of tough, "Should try."

Yin Zhu was stunned for a moment, and quickly took out the jade pendant, but the master took a step forward and held his hand, "Once the jade pendant is taken off, the demon blood in your body will be captured by the demon lock tower... Summoning, are you sure you can stay awake and find what is calling you?"

"Yes." Yin Zhu said.

"If you can't stay awake and are bewitched by your clansmen to go to the Demon Locking Tower, I will kill you." The master pressed his hand a little harder, and said very seriously, "And I can't guarantee that the one who calls you is the one we are looking for." .”

"I know," Yin Zhu looked at him, "but I want to try."

Once the jade pendant is taken off, all the grievances of the Naming Snake clan will be irrigated on Yin Zhu's body through blood. If he can't keep awake at that time, he will go to the Demon Locking Tower to liberate the souls of those Naming Snakes. For the safety of the world, he has only kill for his share.

Even if he couldn't kill him, he could only risk his life to fight.

Yin Zhu stood up and took a step back, clenched the jade pendant tightly, took a deep breath, pulled off its red thread, and put it on the table.

It was also at the moment Yupei left him that countless wailing flooded into his mind.

Pain, cold, unwillingness and pain all flooded into my mind. There was a pain like something exploding under the flesh, and the memories I had forgotten for a long time were evoked, as well as the call of the snake from the distant Demon Locking Tower. .

feeling bad.

Those voices were too sad.

The Ming Snake Clan was sealed after the battle with the Heavenly Emperor, and all the unwillingness and anger were melted into a muddy voice and stuffed into Yin Zhu's ears.

Those thousands of years of loneliness and hatred were tied to him at this moment.

"Come save us..."

"Sprinkle that child's blood in front of the Demon Locking Tower..."

"Kill Lu Huanyi!"

"Yin Zhu!" The master pulled out the fly whisk from his sleeve and hit Yin Zhu hard on the back. Yin Zhu regained a bit of sanity due to the pain, but the continuous voice in his ear almost pierced his eardrum, calling He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Go to Kunlun Mountain... and take our bones..."

"At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, we have been frozen for thousands of years..."

"Come save us. You are the only clan we can contact."

A snow scene appeared in the brain, four people stood in the snow field, throwing the shrunk down snakes into the ice cave one by one.

"White Tiger," the man in red yelled out of boredom, "you are always so cruel, beware of retribution."

"They are not greedy enough, and they tried to capture the Heavenly Court, so they should be punished," said the man called White Tiger, who broke off the wings of the Snake, and threw it in. "It should be so."

Another Snake's wing was broken off.

Hot blood gushed out from the wound, and the screaming snake struggled and roared with all its might in the white tiger's hands.

That was still a juvenile Snake.

Did not follow to the battlefield, and did not even know what was going on ahead.

Still screaming and crying, and the sound of blood dripping in the snow.

A crisp ringing of the bell broke all these irritating chanting.

"Are you really going to write this down? No one will read it." The boy's voice was a little hoarse.

"If someone is destined, he will find it. It can be regarded as a way to save people, and I will accumulate virtue for you." The man sitting at the table replied with a smile.

After the man finished writing, he folded the note and put it in a book.

After thousands of years of rotation, the book was well preserved until it was passed on here. Yin Zhu saw with his own eyes where the founder of Shimen put the book.

Yin Zhu narrowed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him out of breath. The fly whisk in Master's hand turned into a sword at some point, and it was already on his neck.

"Over there, the...fifth book," Yin Zhu stood up unsteadily, supported the table and walked forward. Blood was dripping from the cut on his arm that was dug out by his nails at some point. On the floor, a hole was burned, "I'll get it."

On the fifth-to-last book on the top shelf, Yin Zhu was exhausted, so he flapped his wings a few times before flying up. When he got the book, the bell sounded clearer and clearer.

The master caught the book at the side and opened it. There was a small paper bell in the page, and a short sentence was written on the back of the bell.

Scales and blood intersect and burn everything.

After the book was opened, the bell that kept him awake was no longer there.Yin Zhu fell from the sky holding his head in pain and rolled on the ground, the wound on his arm bleeding more and more violently.

The master was stunned for a moment, and hurried to the table to get the jade pendant, but someone was one step faster than him.

The jade pendant was gently placed on Yin Zhu's chest, and the little fox's eyes seemed to be shining, slowly blocking those voices.

"Does it hurt?" Lu Huanyi asked him.

Yin Zhu opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze for a long time before he came back to his senses. His forehead and back were covered with sweat. He lay on the ground and looked at Lu Huanyi who was squatting beside him. He opened his mouth, but what he said was asking Master "Is it something we're looking for?"

Master gently held the book in his palm, knelt down and patted Yin Zhu's arm lightly.

"Still uncomfortable?" Lu Huanyi didn't know how long he stood outside the door, and when everything was over, he had the courage to walk in. He stretched out a finger and poked Yin Zhu's forehead vigorously.

Yin Zhu kept staring at the master, and he was relieved until the master nodded.

The tears that had been held back for so many days fell so unexpectedly.

It was the book they were looking for.

Lu Huanyi still has help.

There was a vague smile on the corner of Yin Zhu's mouth, he stretched out his hand to touch Lu Huanyi's already cold face, "It's not uncomfortable."

Lu Huanyi pursed his lips and said nothing, he reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of Yin Zhu's eyes, but before he retracted his hand, the tears in his own eyes also fell, he was taken aback, and turned his head away.