Chapter 177 Jinjiang

In the dark forest, the sounds of branches and dry grass breaking overlapped, and pale toe bones stepped on the bushes, trying to escape in a panic.

However, the head thrown from behind seemed to have eyes and smashed straight in the direction of the skeleton's escape.

The pelvis broke.

The running skeleton fell into the bushes, and his skeleton was scattered all over the ground.

The child's little leather shoes stepped on the muddy and wet ground. He raised his dimpled little paws and put the shoulder strap that had slipped off back on his shoulders. Then he pouted his red and tender lips unhappily and walked over with a clatter.

"You run so slowly."

Jing Xiaobao looked down at the skeleton that had fallen awkwardly into the bushes. Standing with its back to the light, it looked like just a childish silhouette.

However, those big, beautiful eyes were filled with cold malice.

They are not like children in the human world, but they are indifferent after realizing the truth from repeated life and death experiences in hell. They are far more terrifying than evil spirits who only know shallow resentment.

He is a ghost who crawled back to the human world from the deepest abyss.

Make the ghosts tremble.

The skeleton was shaking, and the bones scattered all over the ground made a crackling sound.

Being trapped for too long has obliterated its sanity, and its confused soul can only vaguely remember resentment and jealousy. It wants to pull all the souls around the cage into the same hell as itself.

But at this moment, the soul that had been blurred for a hundred years remembered the similar fear under this terrifying pressure.

——That was a hundred years ago, when the underworld was still high above and suppressing hell, the profound majesty brought by the King of Hell made all ghosts dare not disobey.

The skeleton's dark eye sockets stared at the tiny child, and there had never been a moment of such regret as there was at that moment.

If it were given another chance, it would rather be trapped in the cage forever than covet this moment of freedom, and end up getting into trouble with such a demon!

However, whether for ghosts or humans, what has happened cannot be changed and there is no way to regret.

Jing Xiaobao's interest has been aroused, so how could he miss the opportunity to have fun?

It was a great honor that Yan Shixun was not around now. No one could stop him even if he went too far. In that case, of course he was...

Jing Xiaobao grinned, his round eyes shining brightly.

"You're not running away anymore?"

Jing Xiaobao stood there obediently, tilted his head, and politely asked the skeleton in front of him who was shaking with fear: "Then are you useless?"

"Useless toys should be destroyed."

Jing Xiaobao giggled, looking like an innocent child: "Yan Yan said that we can't litter anywhere, especially in the mountains."

"In that case..."

Jing Xiaobao held the jade-clear skull in his arms and walked over, squatting down in front of the skeleton that was so scared that it wanted to crawl away.

Just like a child playing with ants, Jing Xiaobao stretched out his chubby little paws, easily grabbed the skeleton's shin bone, and slowly pulled back the skeleton that was struggling to crawl forward.

The bones of the skeleton were broken into powder one by one in Jing Xiaobao's hands, and fell into the moist soil.

It opened its teeth and jaws, and a rough, shrill wail echoed in the dead silence of the woods.

The tragic sound echoed in circles, seeming even more ethereal and terrifying.

All the skeletons who heard the wailing of their fellow skeletons fell silent.

They blended into the darkness of the woods, silently watching the situation outside, and refused to step out of the shadows, for fear that they would also be discovered by the demon king.

The "cracking" sound was still ringing in Jing Xiaobao's hands. He seemed to have found the last value of the scrapped toys and laughed happily.

The skeleton struggled desperately and finally turned into powder. The broken skull fell down and passed through the branches and hung on them.

The moist soil rolled and squirmed, swallowing up the crumbs.

In a flash, there was nothing left.

Jing Xiaobao let out an "ah" in disappointment, and pursed his lips as if he was about to cry.

"How come it's over?" Jing Xiaobao was unhappy: "I just started."

He patted the bone powder on his palms, stood up aggrievedly, and looked around with his beautiful big eyes, as if looking for new toys.

And he quickly locked on to a new target.

"Big brother, I see you~ hehe."

Jing Xiaobao shook his little head and walked slowly into the depths of the forest.

"Your feet are exposed. Xiaobao can see them. You must want Xiaobao to play with you, right?"

Jing Xiaobao smiled and said, "Big brother is such a good person. I'll be right there."

The skeleton hidden behind the tree trembled, tore off the vines on its body in panic, and turned around and ran.

Jing Xiaobao was not in a hurry to chase after him, and even hummed a nursery rhyme in a good mood. His steps were joyful and he skipped into the darkness.

The branches and leaves that blocked out the sun had long since swallowed up the child's tiny figure.

Only the innocent and naive voices of the discordant nursery rhymes echoed intermittently in the eerie and creepy forest, mixed with the happy "giggle" of children.

The female guest stood there trembling, her muscles so stiff that she couldn't move a step. She couldn't even run out of this strange woods. She could only stare with her eyes wide open in fear, looking around nervously, praying frantically in her heart that someone would come and rescue her.

Even the audience in front of the screen felt a chill as they listened to the laughter coming from the live broadcast through the camera.

[Brother, please stop laughing. I’m scared.]

[Oh my god... why do I suddenly feel that children's laughter is so scary!]

[I was almost scared to death! My unlucky brother suddenly ran in and giggled. I thought it was a ghost and screamed in fear.]

[I ran back from the bathroom trembling, and slid into bed as fast as I could, feeling cold and scared.]

[I cried. My parents weren’t home tonight. I was scared. I wanted to make the house sound more lively, so I randomly clicked on a program from the homepage of a video platform. As a result… I cried so loudly. I felt like my house was too lively now. There were ghosts everywhere. ]

[I heard that my sister participated in a variety show, and I wanted to come and support her... Sorry, sister, our fate ends here, goodbye! ]

[My house has 3D stereo speakers. Now the entire house is surrounded by this laughter. Who understands my suffering?]

[I was watching and smoking on the balcony, and my neighbor opened the window and scolded me for playing tricks in the middle of the night...]

Because of Li Xuetang, most people thought Jing Xiaobao was a cute child star with great potential, but they didn't expect such a sudden blow to them, causing many people to cry and shout in public that their sisters didn't want to wait for them to grow up and asked them to leave soon.

Some people were so scared that they were trembling and asked for help on social platforms, asking if ghosts really exist in the world?

Goose Brother, who was squatting anxiously in front of Yan Shixun's split screen which was still black, constantly refreshing the split screen, trying to refresh the live broadcast, suddenly saw the new fan's choking question that was doubting his life.

Brother Goose thought of himself. He was in the same situation a few months ago. His worldview was shattered to pieces by Yan Shixun.

So, he rolled his eyes, laughed, and replied to the new fan: "Don't worry, if you look at other people's split screens, you will find a new world~ Really, Goose Brother is not lying to you, Goose Brother is just a goose, quack quack quack."

New fan: “?”

Many new fans who just started watching the show because of the addition of the female guests opened the split screen of other guests with hesitation because of Goose Brother’s suggestion.

As soon as the new fan clicked on Zhao Zhen’s split screen, he was frightened and screamed at home, and he was so scared that he threw his phone away.

Some people clicked into the split screen and were caught off guard by the ghosts coming towards Zhao Zhen and Song Ci, and were almost scared crazy.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ghost, ghost!!!]

The natives who were squatting in front of the split screen of Zhao Zhen and Song Ci were also frightened and screamed “Ahhh”, but at least they still had some sanity left: [……]

When some old fans saw that someone was more scared than themselves, they suddenly felt less scared.

They came over with great interest, watching the newly appeared comments with a unique style, and their original fear was suppressed by curiosity.

[We've all been scared all night, right? Even if we're scared, we've gotten used to it. What's with this new style of painting?]

[It was so funny, Goose was lying outside, saying this place wasn't scary, and then they just jumped in stupidly.]

[Goose, goose, goose, goose, this evil man is goose, goose, goose.]

[? ? ? I've been jumping back and forth between the various split screens tonight, and I swear, Zhao Zhen's split screen is the scariest right now, okay?]

Zhao Zhen and Song Ci were still on the road.

Two people running together is always much faster than one person carrying the weight of another.

So Zhao Zhen didn't run far before Song Ci slapped Zhao Zhen on the head with an unhappy "Pa!": "Put me down!"

The young master struggled violently, and Zhao Zhen was afraid of falling him, so he had no choice but to bend down and let him fall to the ground.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Zhao Zhen wondered, "Aren't you having leg pain?"

Song Ci glared at him fiercely: "You can't even run faster than my horse. If I told you to carry me on your back, neither of us would be alive!"

The young master was so angry that he kicked Zhao Zhen's calf: "Waste!"

But the next second, the young master was in so much pain that tears welled up in his eyes. He asked viciously, "Why are your muscles so hard? You have gained weight but can't run fast. You are useless!"

Zhao Zhen had no choice but to walk over and support the young master.

But the young master brushed his hand away and said impatiently: "I can run by myself, you don't have to worry about me."

He pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed: "You can run by yourself, I will catch up with you later."

this……

Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

As expected, he has the temper of the young master. If you don't want to drag him down, just say it directly. Why do you have to be so fierce? If someone with low emotional intelligence was here, I'm afraid he would really be fooled by the young master.

"That's all right."

Zhao Zhen's calloused palm fell on Song Ci's head, gently ruffling his soft hair, and said with a smile: "I never said I would abandon you, young master, don't act on your own."

"Don't worry, the things behind us haven't caught up yet. We still have time, and it doesn't matter if you save me a few steps."

Song Ci wanted to say something, but was blocked by Zhao Zhen's firm and tolerant look.

"Young Master, I am not comforting you blindly, but because I believe in Brother Yan."

Zhao Zhen's voice was very soft, but it was filled with absolute trust: "I believe that Brother Yan will find out that we are in trouble and come to rescue us, and we will all be rescued safely, and no one will be left behind."

"So, stop saying stupid things like that."

Zhao Zhen grabbed Song Ci's slender arm without saying anything and dragged him forward: "Otherwise, what do you want me to say when I see Brother Yan?"

"That I abandoned my companion and watched him die?"

Zhao Zhen smiled helplessly: "If that kind of thing really happens, young master, I promise you that I won't be able to sleep peacefully for most of my life."

Song Ci's eyes flashed, and he limped along beside Zhao Zhen, but was stubborn and unwilling to let Zhao Zhen carry him again.

"You are the fool." Song Ci accused in a muffled voice.

Zhao Zhen was stunned, then he laughed and said helplessly: "Yes, I am a fool."

The entire road is covered in a ghostly aura, as if you were faced with a ghost wall and you will never reach the end. The same scenery is seen passing by.

It is easy for people to become tired and desperate in such a repetitive journey with no end in sight.

Zhao Zhen and Song Ci were no exception.

My cell phone was nowhere to be found and my watch had stopped working. I had no way of telling how much time had passed, nor could I tell how long I had been running from the scenery passing by.

The two of them kept moving forward on the road that seemed to have no end. Their legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and their bodies seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The heavy despair weighed on the two men's hearts, causing their willpower and physical strength to quickly drain away.

If the two of them hadn't supported each other as they walked forward, they would have probably been unable to endure it any longer and wanted to give up.

Song Ci clenched his teeth tightly, his face turned pale, his slender body was shaky, and his ankle, which had been sprained before, became more and more painful as he ran, causing beads of sweat to seep out of his forehead.

Zhao Zhen saw Song Ci's situation. Although he was anxious, he had no other choice for the time being.

And what's worse is that they have already gone through a cycle.

The ghost soldiers who were chasing them at the beginning have now appeared far ahead of them.

Zhao Zhen's proposal worked and bought them more time.

However, this is only a temporary solution. Once the ghost soldiers catch up with them or they are exhausted, they can only wait for death in despair.

The road where the ghost soldiers walked was filled with a strong and eerie ghost aura, and even a lot of dead bones and blood were scattered around. The fishy smell made Song Ci frown unhappily.

Unlike Zhao Zhen, Song Ci is just one of the physically weak young men that can be found everywhere in modern times. He does not have enough yang energy to resist the evil spirits that are invading from all directions.

The evil spirits took the opportunity to penetrate into his meridians, wandering around in his internal organs, and causing pain in his stomach.

But Song Ci said nothing.

The spoiled young master had only one firm belief at this time - to get out!

Let’s leave here with Zhao Zhen!

Lu Xingxing, who was isolated outside the black line, was anxious to help the two people, but no matter how far he ran, the black line seemed to extend infinitely with no end.

The deep darkness beneath the bottomless abyss was daunting. Lu Xingxing wanted to just jump in several times, wanting to take a gamble whether he could just cross it.

But they were all grabbed by An Nanyuan and retrieved.

"Lu Xingxing, are you crazy?"

An Nanyuan looked at the ground below him and saw the stone he kicked fall into the abyss and was swallowed up without even making a sound. This made him feel a little scared and his heart was pounding.

He looked at Lu Xingxing with a pale face, fear of losing his friend in his eyes.

Lu Xingxing was so anxious that he scratched his head and pointed at the two people on the other side: "What do you want me to do? Just watch them die?"

"How many of those who encountered the Yin soldiers and borrowed the road survived?"

Lu Xingxing said: "After all, I am also a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple. Ever since I became my master's disciple, I already knew that I would die one day, it's just a matter of sooner or later."

He stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "If I am alive and those two people die, even if I return to Haiyun Temple, I will be beaten out by my master!"

"Then have you never thought about the consequences?"

An Nanyuan interrupted Lu Xingxing with a low voice, veins popping out on his forehead: "What if you don't save them after you jump, but instead die in vain? Who will give me a friend in return? You worry about them, and I worry about them too, but isn't your own life a life?"

"You want me to watch you exchange my life for yours?"

An Nanyuan's eyes turned red: "They are my friends, and so are you. There is only one Lu Xingxing in the world! Not Zhao Zhen or Song Ci!"

What Lu Xingxing originally wanted to say was suddenly choked in his throat. His Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say what he had just said no matter what.

He stared blankly at Annan, who was shaking with anger, and was speechless for a moment.

What he had always seen in Haiyun Temple was the busy comings and goings of the uncles and grandfathers, working hard for peace in the world and protecting lives from being disturbed by ghosts and monsters, even if it cost them their own lives.

The handwritten notes of the predecessors in the temple for future generations to refer to also faithfully record the Taoist spirit of the predecessors who were willing to sacrifice their lives to protect them.

Lu Xingxing is playful, young and can't concentrate.

But he was raised by Taoist Master Song Yi, and was born in Haiyun Temple, one of the three major Taoist temples in China. He was surrounded by Taoists who were dedicated to the great Dao and the people, and there was no one who was afraid of death.

He has life and the common people in his heart.

——Although he is still too immature and far from reaching the level of the Taoist priests.

But his talent has allowed him to vaguely grasp a boundary in the blur.

He cannot understand the righteousness of morality and has no way of his own.

So, he cleverly took other people's ways as his own, and felt that as long as he followed the way of all the Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple, he would be right.

However, Lu Xingxing was only half right.

At this moment, An Nanyuan's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lu Xingxing's soul hard.

He suddenly remembered——

Yes, he himself is life.

If he died, there would be people crying and grieving for him, and his master and grandfather would no longer be able to chase him around the mountain and beat him up with all their might.

He also missed the vast expanses of tender yellow mountain flowers blooming on the Haiyun Temple Mountain, which created ripples of waves when the wind blew.

The master was practicing swordplay on the cliff, the master was meditating, and the master uncle was sitting in a wheelchair, enjoying the spring breeze...

He... missed that kind of scene.

He doesn't want to lose yet.

Lu Xingxing's Adam's apple rolled, and then he calmed down again.

He turned his head away and refused to look at the abyss again, but he didn't know what to say to An Nanyuan.

After the two of them calmed down, An Nanyuan slowly realized his own gaffe.

He coughed and said, "I'm sorry. It's just that...if you really died down there, who would protect me if I were in danger again?"

"The noises on the mountain never stopped. I don't know when those corpses in the forest will rush out to attack people. I have no power to protect myself."

An Nanyuan frowned slightly, a little sad: "You saved me just now, but if you die... who can come to save me in time?"

Lu Xingxing blinked, forced back the tears that overflowed from her eyes, and then raised her head again.

It's like growing up in an instant, from a child to an adult.

The sky that was originally held up by the elders now fell on his shoulders.

His shoulders were tender and fragile, but even if he gritted his teeth and pushed himself to the limit, he vowed to hold up the sky for the lives of his friends.

"I know, don't worry."

Lu Xingxing nodded seriously: "I will never give my life away casually."

"Zhao Zhen and the others..."

Lu Xingxing turned around and looked at the road.

The underworld suppresses the evil spirits, and wherever they pass, there is no life.

Zhao Zhen and Song Ci supported each other as they walked forward, but their strength would soon be exhausted. When they slowed down, they would be caught up by the ghost soldiers. The two who collided head-on with those things would only end up with their souls damaged or even destroyed.

Lu Xingxing's brain was working rapidly, like a poor student who was pushed to the limit in the examination room. He frantically dug out the teacher's explanation from his memory, trying to answer the question in front of him.

'Xingxing, you didn't listen to the class again.'

A gentle and helpless voice came from the depths of memory.

Master Gongke was sitting under the lattice window. The sunlight shone through the window grille, and the bright patterns fell on his robe.

He held a scroll of scriptures in his hand and looked helplessly at Lu Xingxing who was half asleep, like a powerful elder who tolerated the mischief of a younger generation.

"Think about it carefully. I have taught you this lesson. You know how to resolve the problem of the Yin soldiers borrowing the road."

The uncle gently reminded: "The most difficult and desperate situation can be solved with the simplest method."

Keep it simple.

Everything has its limits.

No one can survive unscathed after encountering the Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Passage, unless... they did not install the Yin Soldiers Borrowing the Passage from the beginning.

Lu Xingxing's eyes slowly widened.

The tangled thoughts in my mind were suddenly straightened out at this moment.

He couldn't solve the problem of the ghost soldiers borrowing the road, but he didn't need to solve it.

Because that was not his purpose at all, and he did not have that kind of powerful strength.

The only thing he needed to do was to evacuate the two people on the road safely.

As for the rest...

Lu Xingxing suddenly smiled and felt a sense of relief on his shoulders.

He has an uncle-master!

He doesn't have to shoulder everything by himself. After all, he is just a young Taoist priest who has not yet completed his apprenticeship. However, he has so many elders above him.

Was it in vain that Guan Yan Shixun called him "uncle master" so many times in the past?

Lu Xingxing thought about it, puffed out his chest proudly, and his confidence returned.

With a smile on his face, he confidently made hand gestures and chanted an incantation in a low voice.

"I respectfully invite Yan Shixun, the hero of this forum, to change the world with his bravery, to judge the world of the living clearly, to capture and kill the evil demons and unrighteous gods..."①

Clear sounds were scattered in the air, forming a mysterious rhythm; the ancient spells vibrated in harmony with the heaven and earth, causing ripples in the air.

At this time, Lu Xingxing's eyes were bright and her eyebrows were like stars.

Just like the Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple, at this moment, he used divine power to communicate between heaven and earth and protect life.

An Nanyuan stared at Lu Xingxing in a daze, unable to react to his change for a while.

Lu Xingxing is a well-known independent musician. He not only writes lyrics and composes music, but also sings it himself. His voice conditions are very good.

At this moment, when the ancient and mysterious syllables came out from his lips, it was so attractive that people could not take their eyes away.

Not only An Nanyuan, but also the audience who were originally anxious in front of Lu Xingxing's split screen fell silent at this moment, and the barrage was blank.

Everyone was listening quietly to Lu Xingxing's voice.

But An Nanyuan was in a trance, and he struggled to pull out a question from his mind: Is it true that there are three words "Yan Shixun" in the content of the talisman? Could it be that Lu Xingxing made it up on the spur of the moment? Why does it sound so unreliable?

The next moment, as if in response to An Nanyuan's question, a faint light gradually lit up in Lu Xingxing's palm and gradually expanded.

Like stars falling into his palm.

An Nanyuan's eyes slowly opened wide.

But I saw stars igniting the prairie, and bright light spread along the earth with a "whoosh", and the wall of light illuminated the entire space.

The originally dark forest became as bright as day, and the shadows under the trees retreated step by step.

Jing Xiaobao, who was originally having fun and laughing, suddenly stopped and looked towards the bright light behind him in horror. He didn't even notice that the smooth skull he was holding so fondly had fallen from his arms.

Even Lu Xingxing himself couldn't help but hold his breath. He didn't expect that he actually succeeded, and he was confused for a moment.

"You are the one who asked the gods?"

A low, magnetic voice suddenly sounded, with some unhappiness.

Lu Xingxing was startled and quickly turned his head to look in the direction where the sound came from.

"Hain't Haiyun Temple taught you proper spells? Why did you invite Shi Xun over?"

The man stood tall and slender, like a majestic mountain, and he was not to be offended.

He stood not far from Lu Xingxing with his back to the darkness, his long inky hair fluttering gently in the breeze.

There was a cold displeasure in those narrow eyes, as if someone had disturbed his time with his beloved ghost exorcist.

Lu Xingxing: Ah Ba Ah Ba, isn't this the assistant next to Brother Yan? Why does he look so scary now?

Lu Xingxing answered subconsciously in a daze: "My master taught me. He said that if you can't ask the gods for help in times of crisis, just call Brother Yan."

Ye Li's face suddenly turned dark.

He raised his eyes to look at the surrounding environment, then threw the three people in his hands to the ground beside him like throwing sacks.

The dazed An Nanyuan and Lu Xingxing looked over subconsciously, and saw Zhang Wubing crawling up from the ground with tears in his eyes, rolling on the dry grass.

As for the two people next to him... I don’t know them.

A row of question marks popped up in An Nanyuan and Lu Xingxing’s little heads: ???

What's going on?

Lu Xingxing was even more puzzled. He specially modified the spell to summon gods, hoping to borrow strength from Yan Shixun, but he didn't expect that before he could borrow the strength, the person next to Brother Yan appeared first.

What happened? He remembered that he didn't light up the White Robe Mage summoning skill?

Lu Xingxing felt that his mind, which had just been clear for a while, had turned into a ball of wool again, tied into a knot.

In nearby Yeli, the air pressure is so low that it is almost beyond the limit for living beings.

Lu Xingxing was so scared that she wanted to hug An Nanyuan. It would be best if she could just disappear into the air and not be discovered by this person.

Ye Li did not pay attention to them, but looked at the black line that stretched infinitely beside him. His sharp eyes penetrated the darkness and looked straight into the abyss.

Even though he was obscured by the ghostly aura, he still locked onto his ghost exorcist at first sight.

Yan Shixun's slender and agile figure kept leaping and moving in the dark abyss. The branches he casually broke off from Bin Da were as sharp as swords in his hands. All the evil spirits that prevented him from moving deeper were ruthlessly chopped down by his sword.

Nothing can stand in his way.

Humans, gods, ghosts, heaven and earth, are all unacceptable.

Too dazzling to look directly at.

Ye Li could clearly feel how the slowly beating heart trembled in his chest. He almost wanted to drop everything around him and return to Yan Shixun immediately.

To him, the whole world is not as important as Yan Shixun.

But...no.

Ye Li paused, thinking about what had just happened, and his stern face turned terribly dark.

The source of Bin Da's ghost energy has been cut off by Yan Shixun, and Lan Ze, who led away to the Yin Road, has also been found by Yan Shixun. The rest are just some miscellaneous things. Yan Shixun believes that the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple can handle them.

So, Yan Shixun used the ghost energy remaining on Lan Ze's soul to reverse the route that Lan Ze took to the Yin Road, walked in the opposite direction, and left Binda with all the ghost energy and returned to the highway outside Binhai City.

They fell into the deepest abyss beneath the road.

Just like the darkness that Yan Shixun had seen in Lan Ze when he jumped off the road.

Under the sea of blood, ghost faces crowded and deformed, wailing and trying to break free from their restraints.

Dead bones become trees, human skin becomes leaves, and flesh and blood become nutrients and pretend to be soil.

On the branches, ghost faces were twisted and screaming, and densely packed eyes were all over the branches. If you didn’t look closely, you might even think they were insect eggs on a sick tree.

Cheng Jing only took one look and felt his stomach churning and he almost vomited.

He was just a young student who had always been involved in studying and experiments. How could he have seen such a bloody scene?

Moreover, he was not given any time to adapt, and the most horrific and unbearable scene was presented to him directly.

If it weren't for the thought of protecting his lover supporting him, Cheng Jing almost wanted to faint.

Lan Ze looked at Cheng Jing worriedly, feeling uneasy.

He was worried that Cheng Jing would be frightened by this scene, but he also knew that his true appearance was no different from these things, and was afraid that Cheng Jing would hate him because of this.

The soul that had originally calmed down because of Yan Shixun was shaken again because of her lover's reaction.

Almost instantly, Lan Ze's emotions were reflected in the abyss.

The sea of blood rolled, and the human-shaped tree stretched out its branches.

Yan Shixun looked at Lan Ze sharply: "What are you worried about?"

He said calmly: "Escape is never the way to solve problems. Fear will always chase you, and misunderstandings lead to tragedy. Lan Ze, you should talk to Cheng Jing about your concerns."

During the years of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil spirits, Yan Shixun had seen many things happen where people fled due to fear, but which ultimately led to tragedy.

Warriors can protect their bodies with hard armor, but their hearts will always be soft because of the people they love.

This makes them more vulnerable to injury.

No matter how brave and strong a person is, when facing the one he loves, he will still be afraid and worry about gains and losses.

Just like frost.

She was afraid that the wet nurse, whom she regarded as her biological mother, would blame her, so she avoided her for a hundred years, but she didn't expect that she would miss out on her loved one forever.

It is precisely because he has seen it before that Yan Shixun doesn’t want Lan Ze to have such an experience.

not to mention……

Yan Shixun's eyes darkened slightly.

The ghost energy bound Lan Ze and dragged him into hell where he could not escape, but it also brought powerful force to Lan Ze, giving him the ability to avenge himself.

Because of this, Lan Ze’s emotions will also have a corresponding impact on the Ghost Abyss.

If Lan Ze is determined to make the ghost spirit dissipate and restore peace to the world, then for Yan Shixun, the abyss will have a weak point that he can take advantage of to break it.

After hearing Yan Shixun's words, Lan Ze hesitated for a moment.

But it was Cheng Jing who took the lead in holding Lan Ze's hand.

He didn't ask anything, his eyes were filled with heartache.

At this glance, all of Lan Ze's fears collapsed like a dam.

The floodgates of emotions burst open, and the evil spirit's obsession wavered.

The entire ghost abyss seemed to have been hit by an earthquake. Amid the violent shaking, waves of blood surged, fiercely hitting the invisible shackles around it.

The dull sound of chains came from deeper inside.

Yan Shixun quickly determined the direction, and his slender fingers flexibly made hand gestures, and the power lent to him by Ye Li in his meridians was quickly mobilized.

His sharp eyes were bright, and he pushed off the ground with his Martin boots and flew up, rushing straight into the darkness.

But at this moment, Lu Xingxing's pious voice rang in Yan Shixun's ears.

Also hearing this voice was Ye Li, who lent power to Yan Shixun.

Ye Li's eyes, which were originally filled with admiration and astonishment, suddenly darkened and he felt a little unhappy. He felt that this junior Lu Xingxing did not know how to choose the right time and disturbed his battle as a ghost exorcist.

Yan Shixun thought so too.

But Lu Xingxing used a proper incantation to summon the gods - although I don't know why this idiot changed the name of the god to his own name.

However, this was enough to let Yan Shixun know that Lu Xingxing was in danger and needed help.

Moreover, to Yan Shixun, Lu Xingxing's voice sounded just like a poor husky puppy, squatting at the foot of his thigh, whimpering and trying desperately to make his thigh soften its heart.

Yan Shixun: Tsk.

What is he, a dog-raising home? Or a daycare center? Why are Zhang Dabing, Lu Xingxing, and Jing Xiaobao all like this? Do they think he has nothing to do?

Yan Shixun looked at Ye Li unhappily: "Go help him."

Ye Li blinked and looked at Yan Shixun aggrievedly, trying to make him change his mind.

Yan Shixun sneered: "I am not a god, just an ordinary mortal. Lu Xingxing can call me through the god-summoning spell - isn't it due to your power?"

Because Ye Li lent his power and divine name to Yan Shixun, in the eyes of heaven and earth, Yan Shixun is also among the gods who can be invited down by mortals.

Lu Xingxing accidentally touched the boundary at the moment of enlightenment and successfully transmitted the sound.

Ye Li: "..."

Without waiting for Ye Li to say anything, Yan Shixun stuffed the three people into his hands, slapped Ye Li on the back, and pushed him out of the abyss.

"Don't get in the way!"

Yan Shixun said impatiently: "They are fighting."

So, Ye Li, who was kicked out by his beloved ghost exorcist, could only stand on the road lamenting and stare into the abyss.

Shi Xun was really... so dazzling as the sun and the moon on earth, making him unable to take his eyes away.

Unfortunately, he was too far away and could not feel Shi Xun's aura up close, nor could he witness his heroic fighting posture with his own eyes. When he stepped on the corpse of the evil ghost to take the victory, he could not applaud him in time.

Ye Li felt regretful.

Lu Xingxing beside him trembled and stepped forward tremblingly: "Well, that..."

He swallowed his saliva, not daring to show his usual cheerful Husky look in front of Ye Li. He held his tail tightly between his legs, looking extremely timid.

"Although I don't know why I called Brother Yan, but it was you who came..."

When Ye Li glanced at him coldly, Lu Xingxing was startled and said instinctively, "Master Aunt, it's great that you can come to help me! I'll leave Zhao Zhen and Song Ci, as well as the others who I don't know where they are, to you, Master Aunt!"

Ye Li slowly raised his eyebrows, and his gaze towards Lu Xingxing slowly softened.

Lu Xingxing let out a long sigh and felt that he had finally come alive.

Lu Xingxing: I used to be carefree and free, until I was beaten up by my uncle and aunt QAQ