When Jing Shaoci heard Duan Shaoheng's voice, he turned around with a gloomy face and walked away.

Seeing this, Yan Zixiu ran a few steps and stopped him directly.

"Get out of the way."

Yan Zixiu said stubbornly: "No."

Jing Shaoci sneered and said sarcastically: "If you delay any longer, your lover will die."

"I saved him because of you. If it weren't for the Changsheng Lantern that extended your life, why would I care so much?"

As soon as the voice fell, the memory of the dark red blood on the stone steps hit Jing Shaoci's heart fiercely.

Last time he avoided thinking about it, but this time it tore open the wound bloodily.

Jing Shaoci's big hands hanging by his side kept shaking. After an unknown amount of time, he suppressed his emotions and said, "Go and save him."

Yan Zixiu looked at him, and after a moment, he said, "Okay."

After that, he hugged Jing Shaoci's waist and disappeared from the spot.

The moment he landed, Jing Shaoci looked at Yan Zixiu with his eyes wide open.

"You..."

Yan Zixiu immediately explained, "If I don't take you with me, you will start to suspect my relationship with Duan Shaoheng."

The veins on Jing Shaoci's forehead bulged, "I..."

"Master Yan!"

When Fan Daode saw Yan Zixiu's figure, he thought he was dazzled, but after seeing clearly, he quickly ran over.

"Mr. Jing is here too." Fan Daode said with a wry smile.

Jing Shaoci's face immediately turned gloomy, and he didn't even respond. As soon as

Yan Zixiu arrived, everyone gathered around him as if they had found a leader.

"Master." Taoist Suixu took the lead in bowing, and the others quickly followed suit.

Yan Zixiu loosened his hand around Jing Shaoci's waist and said with a cold expression, "No need to be polite."

"Master Yan Tian, ​​how did you find this place?" Ji Luoyu asked in confusion.

Yan Zixiu glanced at Jing Shaoci, and then said in an unnatural tone, "Duan Shaoheng has my talisman paper on him."

Jing Shaoci snorted coldly after hearing this.

Ji Luoyu realized that he had asked the wrong question, and shrank his neck and dared not say a word.

Yan Zixiu looked up at the sky. It was clearly noon just now, but where they were was already midnight.

"There is an illusion array here."

Taoist Sui Xu heard it and immediately said, "Master is right. This array has trapped us for three days. Director Fan and his men can't get out even if they go in. Xiao Duan and the other two people never came out after entering this building."

Yan Zixiu understood it and looked at the only building in the array.

After taking a look, he turned to Jing Shaoci and asked, "What do you think of this thing?"

Jing Shaoci didn't want to say anything, but when he saw the Taoist priest's serious look, he had to answer, "A building with a rotten tail."

Yan Zixiu heard this and looked at Fan Daode.

Fan Daode immediately understood and answered, "In my eyes, it's a bungalow."

"I'm a villa."

"I'm a stilt house in the village."

Everyone said what they saw, but no one said the same thing.

Yan Zixiu slightly lowered his eyes, thought for a moment and then said, "You wait here, I will go in with my master."

After saying this, he directly held Jing Shaoci's hand, and Jing Shaoci just shook it symbolically and stopped moving.

"Master Yan Tian, ​​be careful." Fan Daode said solemnly.

Yan Zixiu nodded, and then took Jing Shaoci away.

As soon as the two approached the house, their figures were immediately swallowed by the shadow and could not be seen at all.

Just as Yan Zixiu stretched out his hand to push the door, Jing Shaoci said first, "I'll do it."

Yan Zixiu hid the smile in his eyes and said, "Okay."

When the wooden door was pushed open, it made a sour squeak, and the spider webs covered with dust on the door frame swayed with the airflow. The house was dark and there was no light.

But the moment the two of them stepped in, the surrounding scene changed rapidly, and the whole building turned into a hospital.

The turbid liquid slowly flowed down the yellow wall, the incandescent lights in the hospital corridor flickered and made a hissing sound, and the smell of alcohol and disinfectant wrapped around the damp and cold air, which was exactly the scene of a horror movie in R country.

Yan Zixiu held Jing Shaoci's hand again, but Jing Shaoci misunderstood his meaning, so he said coldly: "I'm not afraid."

Yan Zixiu turned his head and said seriously: "I am afraid."

After that, he said: "If a female ghost crawls out later, remember to take me away."

Jing Shaoci looked at him with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.

The two men walked inside hand in hand. Although Yan Zixiu said he was afraid, he was always blocking Jing Shaoci half a body length in front of him while walking, obviously in a protective posture.

There were three rooms in the corridor. It was obviously a hospital, but the doors were not equipped with glass for visitors, but iron bars similar to those in prisons.

Ever since arriving at this place, Jing Shaoci had a vaguely strange feeling in his heart.

In the past, Yan Zixiu would take direct action to solve such things, but this time, not only did he not do so, he even pulled him in with him.

He understood the other person's character. If Yan Zixiu was not 100% sure, he would never let him put himself in danger.

As Jing Shaoci thought about it, his black eyes gradually narrowed.

If you are fully sure but don't solve the problem, there is only one possibility.

As he was thinking, Yan Zixiu suddenly turned around and jumped into his arms.

"Dried sweet potato, there is something black in the room."

Jing Shaoci tilted his head to look at his red earlobe, thinking: How did this little Taoist priest win the Best Actor award with such acting skills?

He pretended to cooperate and looked into the room, then said coldly: "It's just a clothes hanger."

Yan Zixiu buried his face in his neck and said cunningly: "It's a ghost."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a nurse's uniform suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor.

Yan Zixiu sensed a strong yin energy, and instantly stood up from Jing Shaoci's embrace, looking over with a stern expression.

Not only in front of him, but also behind the two of them, the sound of high heels could be heard.

"The heaven and earth are pure, their forms are shattered, ghosts and monsters are gone, and humanity is at peace. Hurry up and obey the command--"

With a stroke of Yan Zixiu's fingertips, flames instantly rose from the woman's chest, and several ghost shadows were burned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the scene changed again and became the appearance of an old mansion.

Just as the two walked upstairs, the people waiting outside heard Yan Zixiu's voice.

"Everyone come in."

Fan Daode immediately looked at Taoist Sui Xu, who had the highest level of Taoism present, but the other party also had a look of doubt.

"There is danger outside, come in quickly."

Yan Zixiu's tone was very cold. Fan Daode hesitated for a moment and then said, "Listen to Master Yan Tian!"

Everyone rushed into the house as fast as they could, but as soon as they entered, they lost consciousness and all fell to the ground.

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"We can't wait any longer, let's think of a solution together."

The woman who spoke was Yang Yue, a Gu wizard from the Miao village. At this time, she was trapped in a dungeon with Duan Shaoheng and a monk named Ming Jian.

"Master will come to save me."

Yang Yue got angry when she heard it, "Master, Master, do you only know these two words?!"

Ming Jian put his hands together and said, "Amitābha..."

"Don't recite the sutras! If you recite again, I will pick off the scars on your head!" Yang Yue said angrily.

As soon as the words fell, the three of them suddenly heard the sound of a knife tip scraping across the ground.

A headless monster over two meters tall dragged a heavy shovel and walked from outside to the prison door.

"Chuckles..."

The monster had no head, and an extremely permeable eerie laugh came from its chest.

Ever since Fan Daode and the others came in, Yan Zixiu clearly felt the yin energy around him increase dramatically.

If he guessed correctly, this house should be a spirit weapon, and it was made of the souls of living people.

If so...

Thinking of this, Yan Zixiu's face suddenly changed, and he raised his hand and threw out three talismans.

"Break--"

As the words fell, a big hole exploded in the floor under the feet of the two people. He grabbed Jing Shaoci's wrist and fell down from the hole.

When they fell into the dungeon, Duan Shaoheng was trying to block the scalpel with a dagger, but the blade had already embedded half an inch into his shoulder.

"Master!"

Yan Zixiu released Jing Shaoci's wrist, and his right hand instantly transformed into a spirit sword.

A sharp sword energy was swung, and the monster's hand holding the scalpel was cut off from the shoulder, but it grew out again in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yue, who was injured at the side, immediately shouted: "It's useless, all his limbs can regenerate!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Zixiu put away the spirit sword, released countless red lines with his left hand, raised two fingers of his right hand and placed them in front of him, his lips moved and he silently recited a spell.

The red lines tied the monster and then quickly tightened, and each line was tied into the monster's flesh and blood.

Just as Ming Jian dragged Duan Shaoheng to Yang Yue's side, a golden light spread out from Yan Zixiu's fingertips, and the red line embedded in the monster's body instantly turned into a golden line and burst directly.

Pieces of skin and flesh flew like hail, and Yan Zixiu immediately turned around to protect Jing Shaoci, not letting him get stained with any dirt.

After dealing with the monster, Yang Yue stared at Yan Zixiu in amazement, while Duan Shaoheng weakly called out "Master." After

Yan Zixiu put his hand down, he first looked around Jing Shaoci, and then went to check Duan Shaoheng's injuries.

In addition to the knife wound on the shoulder, there were two blood holes on the opponent's calf.

Yan Zixiu first sealed the wound with his spiritual energy, and then placed his fingertips on Duan Shaoheng's wrist.

"Brother Xiu, I knew you would come to save me." Although Duan Shaoheng's face was pale, he still had a smile on his lips.

Yan Zixiu was about to speak, but Jing Shaoci behind him suddenly coughed twice.

He immediately stood up and walked to him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Jing Shaoci put his arm on Yan Zixiu's shoulder, coughed again and said: "It's so cold here."

Yan Zixiu immediately held his hand, but Jing Shaoci took the opportunity to pull him into his arms.

"Warm me up for a while."

His big, bony hands pressed on Yan Zixiu's waist, and his eyes were gloomy and fierce as he stared at Duan Shaoheng.

Duan Shaoheng also looked at him without showing any weakness, his expression was full of grimness.

Monk Mingjian looked at the tense atmosphere and put his hands together again, "Amitabha."

Yang Yue on the side glanced at him with disdain. What's the point of chanting

sutras if you don't watch such a good show. At this moment, Duan Shaoheng suddenly raised his eyebrows at Jing Shaoci provocatively, then closed his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

Yan Zixiu heard a "dong" sound and turned his head subconsciously.

As a result, Jing Shaoci grabbed his neck and said in a cold voice: "Don't look, that kid is pretending to be dizzy."

Yan Zixiu naturally believed what the other party said, but he still said: "I promised Taoist Master Zhenqiong to take care of him."

Jing Shaoci knew Yan Zixiu's usual character, so he had to let go of his hand with a cold face.

Yang Yue and Ming Jian were both injured to varying degrees, and it was good enough that they could take care of themselves, so Yan Zixiu had to help Duan Shaoheng up from the ground.

Just as he was about to carry the man on his back, Jing Shaoci strode over and pushed him away.

"I'll do it."

Without waiting for Yan Zixiu's reaction, he leaned over and grabbed Duan Shaoheng's collar.

Then Jing Shaoci deliberately lifted Duan Shaoheng's injured right shoulder high, and then put it down heavily. The whole set of movements was so rough that even Yang Yue, who was standing next to him, grinned.

After carrying the man on his back, Jing Shaoci's face seemed to be frozen, and Yan Zixiu felt inexplicably guilty.

As the five people walked out of the dungeon, the scene changed again. The whole building began to creak and shake.

At this moment, there were chaotic footsteps and several people shouting anxiously from upstairs. Yang Yue heard it and immediately looked at Yan Zixiu and said, "It's Taoist Suixu and the others!"

Yan Zixiu frowned and looked around.

They were now in a long corridor full of rooms. He turned around and kicked open a door and said to them, "There are two large wardrobes here. You hide inside and I'll go save people."

The four of them knew that dawdling now would only cause trouble, so they ran in quickly.

Yang Yue and Ming Jian closed the door immediately after entering the wardrobe. Yan Zixiu drew a talisman in the air and then slapped the door with one palm.

When they got to Jing Shaoci's side, Duan Shaoheng, who had just been put down, "woke up" immediately.

He looked at Yan Zixiu anxiously and said, "Master, I will go with you."

Unexpectedly, Yan Zixiu said in a very serious tone, "Silence."

After saying this, he took off the red rope on his wrist and handed it to Jing Shaoci.

"This thing has a spirit. If you encounter danger, it can protect you for a while. I can go back as soon as I feel it."

Just as Yan Zixiu was about to get up and close the door, Jing Shaoci grabbed his wrist and said with a stiff face, "Don't get hurt."

Yan Zixiu looked at him, suddenly leaned over and kissed him on the lips, "Yes, sir."

Until the door was closed, Jing Shaoci was still holding the red rope stupidly, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Duan Shaoheng was injured, but at this moment he felt that the pain from his heart was worse than that from his body.

Hearing the noise outside gradually quiet down, he finally took off the mask of disguise, covered his shoulder and laughed sarcastically.

Duan Shaoheng's eyes fell on the red rope in the other's hand, and he said meaningfully: "Since the master said that this thing has a spirit, it must be controlled by cultivation. How can it protect you, an ordinary person?"

Yan Zixiu was not there, Jing Shaoci completely ignored him, but when he heard this, he turned his head and looked at Duan Shaoheng.

"I don't have cultivation, but Yan Yan does."

After saying this, he raised the corners of his lips in front of Duan Shaoheng for the first time, "He willingly gave me Yuan Yang, so naturally I also have half of his cultivation."