Chapter 111 Wedding and mourning (42) (1)
Because Taoist Priest Song's team was attacked in front, when Taoist Priest Ma and Officer Chen arrived behind, they were also on guard and prepared to encounter those skeletons when passing through the winding mountain road.
——After the summer flood season, this is the only road leading to Jiazifen Village.
What surprised Master Ma was that the winding mountain road was clean and there was no trace of any bones.
No, even the yin energy disappeared.
Although Master Ma was puzzled as to when Master Song Yi had made such rapid progress in his practice that he could reach such a level, he was concerned about the safety of the program crew and Master Song Yi and the others, so he rushed to Jiazifen Village without stopping.
He thought that Taoist Song Yi must have entered Jiazifen Village, because when he called Taoist Song Yi, the phone showed no signal. Unexpectedly, he saw the convoy parked beside the road from a distance.
Taoist Priest Ma's heart skipped a beat, and he hurried over to the caravan, only to find that there were only a few people in the caravan. After asking, he learned that because the road was closed, the people in the caravan had to walk to the nearby Jia Village, where they were going to cross Yueliang Mountain and enter Jiazifen Village.
"But the person in charge said before we set off that he would call us to let us know the situation after we entered Jia Village, but we haven't received a call yet, which is a bit strange."
The people in the convoy said, "It's been almost an hour. Logically, we should have arrived by now."
Taoist Priest Ma immediately rushed to Jia Village, wanting to personally confirm the situation of Taoist Priest Song Yi and the others.
Unexpectedly, just as they turned the mountain and the outline of Jiacun appeared in front of them, the scene made Taoist Master Ma, who had just relaxed, become serious again.
——On the ground outside Jia Village, pale skeletons were lying everywhere.
Just as Taoist Song Yi said, what we encountered on the winding mountain road.
However, they had obviously been dealt with by Taoist Song Yi who had entered Jia Village first, and were reduced to pieces scattered all over the ground, unable to get up again.
Taoist Master Ma immediately realized that Taoist Master Song Yi and his companions did not call the people who stayed behind in the convoy because Jiacun was attacked by skeletons and they were still struggling to resolve the matter.
After all, the official person in charge did not expect at the beginning that things would develop into the direction of a special incident. Taoist Song was the only one in the convoy who knew how to cast spells, so it was bound to be difficult.
He originally wanted to let Officer Chen and Yang Binsheng stay outside Jia Village temporarily, and wait for him to enter Jia Village to assist Taoist Song Yi to resolve the issues in Jia Village. After making sure there was no danger, he would come back to pick up the two.
But unexpectedly, Yang Binsheng rejected it outright.
"Master Ma, my last name is also Yang. Even though I have stayed away for so many years, I cannot wash away my sins."
Yang Binsheng smiled calmly. The aura brought by his long-term high position made his words even calmer but still persuasive, "This is the debt I owed for standing idly by back then. How can I escape? I followed you into Jia Village. Even if I die, it is what I deserve. Besides, I believe in Master Ma's strength."
Officer Chen also said seriously: "Jiazifen Village is right in front of us. I will not stop because of anything."
Taoist Priest Ma looked at the two of them in astonishment, then sighed, "Okay."
At first, several people thought it was just an attack by skeletons, but after actually entering Jia Village, they suddenly realized that they had thought things were too simple.
——In Jia Village, every household was filled with people wailing and crying after being injured, and the ground was covered with blood and bones.
Master Ma even saw a number of corpses that had obviously been dead for a long time. They were staggering along the village road, trying to climb into the courtyard next to them with stiff movements, causing the villagers to scream in fear.
Taoist Priest Ma immediately made some hand gestures and rushed forward, shouting "You're looking for death!" and then reached out to pull down the corpse hanging on the wall.
The flames burned on the dead body, and it let out a shrill howl, but was soon burned to ashes.
But more dead bodies smelled the odor and gathered here in fear.
Even though Taoist Master Ma was quite powerful, and even Yang Binsheng and Police Officer Chen were not afraid to help, they were ultimately no match for the gradual consumption of their physical strength in a round-the-clock battle, and the talismans that Taoist Master Ma had on him were almost gone.
Those dead bodies were not afraid of being killed at all. They kept rushing over, wanting to kill all the living people.
Taoist Priest Ma cursed and was about to move forward, but suddenly he discovered that behind the wall of corpses that had been impenetrable, one corpse after another was being dragged out, as if someone had cut a hole in it.
Taoist Song Yi, whose body was splattered with blood, had a serious and cold look on his face. He stepped on the shoulders of the dead bodies with his cloth shoes, used the force to fly over the wall of dead bodies in mid-air, and landed next to Taoist Ma.
After being stunned, Taoist Ma quickly came to his senses. He teamed up with Taoist Song Yi to deal with these things while asking him about the current situation.
"When we entered Jia Village, we found that these dead bodies and skeletons were attacking the people of Jia Village. We arrived too late, and some people had already been bitten to death and torn to pieces."
Taoist Song Yi suppressed anger in his eyes: "I asked the village party secretary, he said that in recent years, a ghost will appear in Jia Village on this day of the seventh month of ghosts. It is the ghost of a woman who died in the past and is seeking revenge, and today happens to be her seventh day."
"In previous years, ghosts would only disturb the lives of villagers but would not kill people. This year, however, it is an exception. The village party secretary said that this was the first time he had seen these skeletons and corpses. He also identified that these corpses were from the neighboring Jiazifen Village. He had not seen them since the two villages severed ties six months ago, but he was sure that they were still alive six months ago."
Another dead body fell under the hands of Taoist Master Song. He took a breath, cleared away these unconscious bodies, and led everyone to the house of the village party secretary.
"There is a soul-calming well in the backyard of the village party secretary's house. Although it suddenly broke at 12 o'clock, it still has some residual effect. Most of our people and the villagers are there. You can go there too."
Taoist Priest Song Yi said sternly: "Taoist Priest Ma, please help me gather all the villagers at the village party secretary's house. Since there are only two of us now, we must concentrate our strength."
Taoist Priest Ma nodded and was about to speak when he heard Officer Chen, who had been silent the whole time, say, "Although I'm sorry to say this, I have to go to Jiazifen Village."
The two turned around and looked at him in astonishment.
Officer Chen looked calm, not afraid of the dead bodies at all: "Please don't worry about me, I know what I am doing. I almost died in Jiazifen Village, and my teammates brought me back by force. But from that moment on, I never gave up the resentment towards myself, hating myself for not trying harder. Maybe if I tried harder, I could have saved Jiang Yanran."
"I've been pursuing this case for decades, and now the child is within my reach. I can't allow anything to stop me from getting her back again."
Officer Chen smiled on his wrinkled face: "I have nothing to fear from death. What I fear the most is that I have failed myself and that child."
"Wait, Mr. Chen, you don't have to do this, just wait a little longer..."
"I can't wait any longer."
Officer Chen shook his head slowly: "My teammates told me the same thing back then, but this wait means we are separated by life and death. I don't know if anything will happen if I wait again. But."
Officer Chen raised his head, looked directly at the two Taoist priests, and said frankly, "If we wait a moment longer, the child will suffer a moment more. I cannot let the mistake I made before happen again."
"I beg your pardon."
The silent Yang Binsheng suddenly spoke up, with an official but peaceful smile, and said: "I will go over Yueliang Mountain with Officer Chen and enter Jiazifen Village, even if death is waiting for us."
"Please don't consider us. We are all people who have done wrong things. Therefore, I know how difficult it is to bear the guilt that torments people for decades. Back then, I chose to stand by and watch, and even fled from the Yang clan to escape, thinking that this would let me go, but what greeted me was even greater pain."
Yang Binsheng said: "Jiang Yanran was abducted because of my negligence. If she wants to kill me, I will accept death. But please don't stop me."
"you……"
Taoist Song Yi wanted to say something but was stopped by Taoist Ma next to him.
Taoist Priest Ma slowly shook his head towards Taoist Priest Song Yi.
He was also a person who had done something wrong. He failed to save the people of the Wild Wolf Peak village. That kind of pain tormented him for twenty years until Yan Shixun dealt with the thousands of souls of Wild Wolf Peak, and he was finally freed.
Therefore, he could understand the feelings of Yang Binsheng and Police Officer Chen.
Why fear death?
Only guilt can be the most tormenting thing.
Taoist Song Yi looked at the dead bodies pouring in around him and knew that he did not have time to persuade the two men. Many villagers in Jia Village were still in danger of death, waiting for them to rescue them.
He could only sigh and say, "It's up to you. This is your own way. Others who don't practice this way have no right to comment."
Yang Binsheng and Police Officer Chen thanked the two Taoist priests with a smile, and after getting the route over Yueliang Mountain and into Jiazifen Village, they turned around and headed there.
Officer Chen's gray hair was blown by the night wind. His back was hunched, but his eyes were bright and determined.
Just like the enthusiastic young police officer decades ago.
Taoist Priest Ma stared blankly at the two men's receding backs, then turned around and knocked the dead body next to him to the ground, with a smile on his face.
This is what a true ascetic is.
Their path is right under their feet.
…
Inside the ancestral hall, sand and rocks were flying, and masts and oars were broken.
The tablets that were originally erected on the wall fell down one after another under the violent vibration, and were broken in half. The Yang clan's plaque was also broken in two. It was a mess of dust, and there was no sign of the prosperous incense and ever-burning lamps that had once been burned.
It's like a prosperous clan that is eventually destroyed by itself.
Jiang Yanran became furious. She was no longer the harmless little girl who had appeared in front of Yan Shixun before. Instead, she was as ferocious as a ghost. The flying hem of her skirt was like the sharpest blade, which easily cut a big hole in Yang Duo's wedding dress.
And every time she came into close contact with Yang Duo, her hands, clenched like bone claws, would tear flesh from Yang Duo's body, leaving blood everywhere.
Yang Duo screamed in pain and became more and more brutal. Her neatly combed hair was pulled loose, her long hair was flying wildly, her eyes were red, and blood was flowing all over her face.
Every time the two fought, it was like an earthquake for the ancestral hall.
But Yan Shixun turned a deaf ear to the huge roar and vibration. He raised his hands, grabbed the blood lines that pierced his shoulders, waist and legs and hindered his movements, and then silently recited the exorcism spell, and the blood lines suddenly exploded like fireworks.
Without the blockage, the blood began to flow again, flowing out more violently.
Yan Shixun's lips lost their color, and along with the blood, his body temperature also disappeared. The pain and coldness caused a thin layer of cold sweat to form on his forehead, wetting his hair.
He stretched out his long legs and walked calmly through the battle with the evil spirits, as if he was strolling in the garden.
"Yang Yun, can you still hold on?"
Yan Shixun stood in front of Zhang Wubing and the others, lowered his eyes and looked at Yang Yun who was getting weaker and weaker, but did not say anything to comfort him. He just said: "You can't continue to send power to Yang Duo. If you continue like this, Jiang Yanran will lose."
Although Jiang Yanran also obtained the Yin energy gathered in Jiazifen Village, her own desire and obsession was not to control Jiazifen Village, but to leave.
Therefore, the position of the Yin God did not fall on Jiang Yanran.
And now, time is approaching Yang Duo's time. As time goes by, she is gradually gaining the authority of the Yin God, and her power is almost exponentially growing.
If Jiang Yanran cannot defeat Yang Duo while she has the upper hand now, the situation will probably get worse.
Hearing Yan Shixun's words, Yang Yun's eyelids trembled, and his eyes, which were originally so weak that they were almost squinted, opened again with great effort and looked up at Yan Shixun.
"Yan, sir..."
Yang Yun tried hard to make himself laugh: "I'm sorry, I don't think I can help you, I made a slip of the tongue again... I am a person full of sins, all the decisions I made were wrong, I didn't expect that even after death, it would be the same."
"This is not your fault, Yang Yun."
Yan Shixun's calm eyes showed no sign of fluctuation: "You just wanted revenge for your mother. You didn't know that this would make Yang Duo a Yin God, nor did you know that she would become like this. You are not the heaven and earth who knows everything, why do you need to blame yourself?"
"The ones who did something wrong are the ones who killed your mother. You are just a victim who lost her mother. No one can blame you. So Yang Yun."
Yan Shixun said softly: "Retain your strength and hold on until you see your mother."
He slowly squatted down, not wanting the blood all over his body to stain Yang Yun's already weak soul, but stretched out his slender palm and drew talismans in the air.
This talisman looks strange and is not any of the common ones used by ascetics.
But if the old Taoist priest was here, he would definitely recognize him and be shocked.
——Yan Shixun was actually painting the exorcism spell in reverse!
Thus, the spell that was originally used to drive away ghosts became a spell that consolidated ghosts.
Under the effect of this talisman, Yang Yun's soul gradually stabilized.
Yang Tu looked at Yang Yun lying in his arms, tears streaming down his face: "Brother Yan..."
Yan Shixun stood up straight and said nothing more.
He knew what Yang Tu wanted to hear, but he couldn't say it.
Because... Yang Yun had done his best to protect Yang Tu, Zhang Wubing, and everyone else. For this reason, his soul core was shattered by Yang Duo, and he had no chance of staying in the human world any longer.
It was even possible that he could no longer hold on until the time when he was taken away by the ghost.
"Yang Yun." Yan Shixun said in a low and slow voice: "Don't let death defeat you. Your mother is waiting for you."
Yang Yun weakly lifted his eyelids, then smiled and responded weakly.
"good."
"I can't, say anything wrong again."
Lu Xingxing and Zhao Zhen, who were hiding behind a pillar at the edge of the ancestral hall, watched this scene from afar. Every huge roar made Lu Xingxing jump up like a spring, and then shrink back with lingering fear.
Zhao Zhen stared blankly at Yang Duo, who no longer looked like the innocent and lovely little girl she once was, with indescribable sadness in his eyes.
"That child should have had her own life. She was only sixteen years old." Zhao Zhen choked up a little.
Lu Xingxing turned back in horror: "Brother, are you serious? That's a ghost! It's not the same species as you, how can it have good intentions? If it's a ghost, it should be killed, okay? There's no need to sympathize with them, they can hurt people."
"But Mr. Yan..."
"He's a freak, and his master is also weird. He can even abandon such a huge Haiyun Temple and go away on his own. If he lets me go, I can't do it."
Lu Xingxing curled his lips: "But don't worry, I'm here, I won't let you get hurt, I'm a disciple of Haiyun Temple."
Zhao Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he obviously didn't believe what Lu Xingxing said.
He looked up worriedly and continued to watch the battle not far away.
After several fights, Yang Duo was obviously exhausted. She could no longer absorb strength from Yang Yun for her own use, and could not heal her injuries.
Her originally exquisite wedding dress had been cut into tatters by Jiang Yanran, her neatly-tied hair was disheveled, her pearls and jade were scattered everywhere, and she looked in a state of disgrace.
However, Jiang Yanran had no intention of stopping and continued to attack.
Yang Duo took a deep breath and asked sternly, "Jiang Yanran, after you died, when they dug out your uncle's body, peeled off his skin and made it into a human skin drum, and ground his bones into human bone bracelets to suppress you and prevent you from becoming a ghost to seek revenge, who helped you? They wanted to use your dead baby to deal with you. Who helped you when you had nowhere else to go? But is this how you treat me!"
"Betray me, betray the ghosts who helped you! Jiang Yanran, how are you different from those people!"
Jiang Yanran's hand, which was originally reaching for Yang Duo's heart fiercely, suddenly stopped.
She looked up at the beautiful face so close to her, and saw Yang Duo's eye sockets without eyeballs. A trace of pain and struggle flashed across her face.
"Yang Duo..."
But taking this opportunity, Yang Duo quickly ducked and escaped from Jiang Yanran's hands, running away into the distance, with her bright red nails pointing directly at Zhao Zhen behind the pillar.
She was injured too badly and needed to replenish her strength urgently. However, Yan Shixun, who she feared, was standing next to Yang Yun in the ancestral hall, and Lu Xingxing also had a bad aura. In comparison, only Zhao Zhen, an ordinary person, was the safest way to replenish her strength.
Yang Duo decided on her action without any hesitation.
Zhao Zhen watched the red light coming towards him, standing there in a daze, without making any move to resist.
Yan Shixun also sensed something wrong from the sound of the wind. He quickly turned around and found that behind him, in the battle between Jiang Yanran and Yang Duo, one of the ghosts involved actually deserted the battlefield and attacked others.
And that person was Zhao Zhen, who was completely unable to protect himself.
Yan Shixun immediately strode towards Zhao Zhen, while his fingers slid fiercely across the hideous wound on his abdomen, and quickly drew talismans in the air with his fingers covered in blood.
However, the pain all over his body seriously affected his movements and speed. Even though he gritted his teeth, ignored the pain and tried his best to mobilize his muscles, he still lagged behind Yang Duo by half a beat and could only watch Yang Duo quickly approach Zhao Zhen.
"Yang Duo..." Zhao Zhen murmured softly, his eyes full of confusion.
He still remembered that in that dream-like world, he was Yang Duo and felt all her despair and pleading at that time. That emotion still remained in his heart, making him believe that Yang Duo was just a sixteen-year-old girl who needed his help.
However, at this moment, Yang Duo's nails were coming straight towards him.
He didn't want to lie to himself, but he was not a fool.
He could see clearly that Yang Duo was staring at him viciously, obviously intending to kill him.
"Why……"
Zhao Zhen was still in a daze, but Lu Xingxing quickly regained control of her limbs after being stunned. At the critical moment, she pushed Zhao Zhen away and stood in front of him in panic but firmly.
“Puff!”
Lu Xingxing’s body froze.
His pupils were dilated as he looked at Yang Duo in front of him, and her bright red nails had already pierced deeply into his heart.
The sweet blood rushed into Lu Xingxing's throat and flowed out from the corners of his mouth.
But he grinned, and said to Yang Duo, who had a hideous face, with a mouth full of blood, "Hey, beauty, do you see that cool guy over there? He is my uncle, a real capable man. Haven't you heard of the saying that if you beat the young, the old will come? Before you wanted to kill me, did you ask my uncle for his opinion?"
Lu Xingxing stretched out his hand tremblingly, trying to touch Yang Duo and stick the yellow paper talisman in his pocket on her body. But his physical strength could not keep up with his plan, and he could not move as fast as Yan Shixun. In Yang Duo's eyes, it was all slow motion, and Lu Xingxing was just a fool struggling to death.
Yang Duo snorted coldly, and her nails stirred in Lu Xingxing's chest, with her heart held in her hands.
"madness!"
"I didn't mean to kill you. You bumped into me on your own. You can't blame me."
Yang Duo was about to take out Lu Xingxing's heart, but suddenly she felt a powerful force rushing from behind her. She realized that it was the troublesome Yan Shixun. She didn't want to confront Yan Shixun in this seriously injured state. He was simply a headache!
So she quickly pulled her hand back and rushed to the side.
And her arm that was stained with Lu Xingxing's blood had been repaired by the deathly aura revealed when she was dying, and the dry bones turned into a white and beautiful arm again.
She looked up at Jiang Yanran opposite her with vicious eyes: "Traitor, damn it!"
Yan Shixun missed his move, but caught Lu Xingxing who fell powerlessly.
After seeing the beating heart under the skin of Lu Xingxing's chest, Yan Shixun's pupils constricted.
It was too severe. Yang Duo almost took out Lu Xingxing's heart. If this injury was not treated in time, Lu Xingxing would probably die.
The rapid loss of blood made Lu Xingxing lose his strength, and he could only hold Yan Shixun's arm softly and lean on his strong chest.
Lu Xingxing took a breath, and seemed to want to laugh nonchalantly as usual, but when he opened his mouth, blood gushed out, soaking Yan Shixun's black shirt.
"I'm sorry, Brother Yan. I've embarrassed my master by not being good enough in my skills."
Lu Xingxing's voice no longer had his usual vitality, it was as weak as a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any time: "You seem to be right."
Yan Shixun frowned, ignoring the fact that his wound was getting worse when he exerted force. He held Lu Xingxing up to support his entire weight, and without stopping, he quickly used his own blood to draw talismans on the wound on Lu Xingxing's chest, including a hemostatic spell, an exorcism spell, a soul spell... layer by layer, the talismans took effect.
He clenched his teeth to suppress the pain, not being able to spare any energy to pay attention to what was happening around him. He was concentrating on trying to save Lu Xingxing's life.
Lu Xingxing took a breath with difficulty, and smiled with a pale face: "It seems that my master is really going to help me collect the body this time. I wonder if he will be angry. After all, his disciple is so disappointing and always makes the master angry, and even he is punished. It's great to have a master-disciple relationship with my master, and it's also great to meet you, Brother Yan."
"You are truly the strangest Taoist priest I have ever seen. No, so is your master. Both of you are weird, but it seems that you are closer to the great Dao of heaven and earth, an existence that I cannot glimpse..."
"Shut up." Yan Shixun sneered and slapped Lu Xingxing on the head with his bloody palm: "I spent so much effort to save you, not for you to talk, just hold on."
"Although I'm not from Haiyun Temple, I'm roughly your uncle. Do you want to die?" Yan Shixun sneered, his eyes showing contempt for death: "Unless I die first."
Lu Xingxing leaned against Yan Shixun's solid chest, looked up and stared at Yan Shixun's neat jawline for a long time, then suddenly smiled.
This sense of security is really addictive. Once you experience it, you don’t want to lose it.
He felt that he suddenly understood why An Nanyuan and the others admired Yan Shixun so much. It was really good to have Yan Shixun as a senior apprentice...
Zhao Zhen, who was protected by Lu Xingxing behind him, was sprayed with Lu Xingxing's warm blood. He suddenly came to his senses when Yan Shixun looked at him, and tried in a panic to support Lu Xingxing.
"Xingxing, Lu Xingxing?"
Zhao Zhen, a serious man, had red eyes and a trembling voice that sounded like he was about to cry: "Why did you suddenly rush over? She originally wanted to kill me. You didn't have to do this."
Lu Xingxing looked disapproving, "That's why I told you before, those ghosts are not the same species as you. You are soft-hearted towards them, and they only want to hurt you. All ghosts must be killed, this is the recognized rule in our industry."
"Besides, I am a Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple. A hundred years ago, we would have gone down the mountain to serve our country and die on the battlefield. How could I let you get hurt while I am here? Are you looking down on me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Shixun gave him a slap on the face with his finger, sneering and mocking him: "You look half dead? Go back and study for another hundred years before you think about leaving the mountain to become a master."
Then, Yan Shixun handed Lu Xingxing to Zhao Zhen, and said with a stern look in his eyes, "I have given him first aid. He won't die in a short time. Please keep an eye on him."
After seeing Zhao Zhen nod, Yan Shixun held his shoulder with his hand, and exerted force to reopen the wound that had stopped bleeding. Then he used his bloody hands to draw talismans on Zhao Zhen and Lu Xingxing.
He lowered his eyes, his scattered hair could not hide the fierceness in his eyes, and he whispered: "People are like a piece of paper between us, ghosts are like a mountain between us, a thousand evils cannot break through, ten thousand evils cannot break through..."
A faint golden light flashed, and the spell took effect.
Yan Shixun slowly stood up, the shadow of his hair cast in his eyes, gloomy and dull.
While emergency treatment was being carried out in a corner of the ancestral hall, Jiang Yanran did not relax at all.
After accidentally gaining the power of Lu Xingxing, Yang Duo's serious injuries were healed and he regained the strength to fight Jiang Yanran.
Jiang Yanran looked at Yang Duo coldly: "You just took advantage of my guilt towards you."
Yang Duo smiled grimly, her bright red wedding dress spinning in the air like a blooming red flower, but the edges were so sharp that they could almost split the space.
A river of blood surged from the ground, and along with Yang Duo, it rushed towards Jiang Yanran from all directions, surrounding her.
And Yang Duo whispered hoarsely, like the whisper of a poisonous snake: "You were the one who betrayed me first."
"No one loves me, no one is with me, of course I-"
Yang Duo's sharp claws grabbed Jiang Yanran's crown. She wanted to retreat, but was caught by the blood everywhere. She couldn't break free for a moment and could only watch Yang Duo rushing towards her.
"Kill everyone!!!"
The bright red nails pierced into Jiang Yanran's head. The originally bright girl lost her beautiful face and blood flowed all over her face.
Jiang Yanran screamed miserably, but felt her strength rapidly flowing away to Yang Duo. Her power to resist became weaker and weaker, and finally her mouth and nose were almost submerged in blood, and her consciousness gradually sank to the bottom of the sea.
The blood-red vision made Jiang Yanran unable to see anything, but she could sense that Yang Duo's power did not only come from herself and Lu Xingxing, but also from another new force.
It’s… the deathly aura of the newly deceased.
Who else could Yang Duo kill? Everyone in Jiazifen Village had become her nourishment, so who else could she kill?
Those outsiders, or...people from Jia Village?
Jiang Yanran could feel her consciousness becoming weaker and weaker. The pain from the top of her head spread all the way to her whole body. She was in a trance and almost lost all consciousness.
But suddenly, an old voice came from afar.
"Yanran, I'm here to take you home."
"Yanran, I couldn't take you away decades ago. This time, even if I die here, I must complete your uncle's entrustment and take you home."
This voice... was the voice of the recording that Yan Shixun played for her.
The police officer named Chen Rui had been looking for him for decades.
Jiang Yanran's eyes flashed before the village where the setting sun looked like blood. The young police officer was knocked to the ground, covered with wounds and almost dead, but he was still trying to reach out his hand to her.
And those bright, sad eyes.
In a trance, she also stretched out her hand, wanting to hold the young police officer's hand, but her hand was empty.
Yes, someone was waiting for her to come home.
Her uncle's remains are still buried in Jiazifen Village.
She wanted to take the remains of her uncle, leave Jiazifen Village, and go home with the police officer...!
Jiang Yanran, who had lost all her struggle, seemed to be supported by a stronger belief. She took a deep breath, and her originally distracted eyes became firm again. She stretched out her hand to cut the blood in front of her and rushed towards Yang Duo.
Yang Duo, who thought she had succeeded, just laughed happily, but was shocked to find that Jiang Yanran was covered in blood and a fierce ghost was standing in front of her.
"You...how could you!?"
Jiang Yanran slowly raised her head, her eyes cold: "I want to go home——!"
At the same time, waves of friction sounds suddenly came into the ancestral hall.
Yan Shixun looked up vigilantly and found that the coffins that were originally buried in the backyard were forcefully opened from the inside. Corpses stood up from the inside, clinging to the edges of the coffins.
Without exception, all of these corpses were women, wearing wedding dresses of different styles and eras. They had rotted and faded, and their charred skulls had hideous skeletons.
And from outside the ancestral hall, there were also rustling sounds.
It was the dead bodies in the mourning hall, walking towards the ancestral hall with empty eyes, as if they had received some call.
"Brother Yan." Zhao Zhen watched all this with fear and trepidation, and his arms around Lu Xingxing tightened unconsciously, wanting to block all these dangers for him.
But in his heart, he was already prepared to die here.
The evil ghosts are powerful and the city is surrounded by corpses. How can there be a way to survive?
If it was just Mr. Yan alone, there would be no problem, but there are these people who are holding him back...
A trace of despair flashed through Zhao Zhen's heart.
Yan Shixun's brows darkened, but there was no trace of panic.
He stretched out his blood-stained hand, pointed at the dead bodies from afar, and spoke in a steady and low tone: "The heaven and earth are natural, the foul air is dispersed, the mysterious void in the cave is shining, the Taiyuan is shining. The mighty gods of the eight directions make me natural."
As soon as the words fell, the ancestral hall fell silent for a moment.
Specks of golden light emanated from Yan Shixun's body, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind.
"…Announce to the nine heavens, Gan Luodana, Dong Gang Taixuan, slay demons and bind evil, and save thousands of people…"
The syllables are clear and low, but the sound seems to go down and up, sinking into the earth, rising into the sky, and communicating with the universe.
A golden light slowly emerged from Yan Shixun's palm.
Zhao Zhen and Zhang Wubing both subconsciously looked up and stared at Yan Shixun blankly.
Even Yang Duo, who was fighting hard, took the time to look over here, screamed shrilly and wanted to rush over to stop it, but was suppressed by Jiang Yanran's roar.
As evil spirits, both Jiang Yanran and Yang Duo could feel a powerful and majestic force slowly emerging from Yan Shixun.
They realized that—
Yan Shixun, communicates between heaven and earth and controls ghosts and gods.
But, is that possible?
Jiang Yanran looked dazed for a moment.
Yan Shixun was not disturbed by anything. He lowered his eyes slightly, his slender body stood straight, surrounded by the golden light floating around him.
However, the next moment, he suddenly felt a pair of strong arms hugging him from behind.
He crashed into a cold but solid embrace.
"Which god are you praying to?" A deep voice sounded beside Yan Shixun's ears, so cold that it seemed to suppress anger: "No matter who you originally wanted to pray to—"
“He is dead.”
“I’m the only one here.”
Yan Shixun recognized the familiar voice.
"Ye Li?"
The slender and cold palm slowly stroked along Yan Shixun's arm and finally clasped his palm.
Yan Shixun could feel the cold fingertips writing on his palm stroke by stroke.
Ye.
Li.
"My name is Yeli."
Ye Li hugged Yan Shixun from behind, his body trembling unconsciously from being severely injured. He could feel the strong smell of blood on Yan Shixun's body, as well as the hideous wounds all over his body.
Yan Shixun was seriously injured and he was bleeding.
This realization made Ye Li's mood fall into the cold ice layer underground, and anger brewed in his chest.
But he suppressed all his anger, just lowered his head slightly, leaned close to Yan Shixun's ear, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Call my name, I am your God."
"The evil will dissipate, the Tao will always exist - you can use it as you wish."
Yan Shixun raised his eyelashes. The itch beside his ear made him subconsciously want to turn his head away, but the tall man behind him held him in his arms with an irresistible force.
"Ye, Li... I don't know who you are, but I won't pass all of this on to you."
Yan Shixun's voice was firm: "This is my responsibility. No one, god or ghost can replace me. I am driving the gods and ghosts, not the gods and ghosts driving me."
Ye Li chuckled, his long hair sliding down from his shoulders and brushing against Yan Shixun's cheek. He seemed to have suppressed his growing excitement, and asked in a hoarse voice beside Yan Shixun's ear: "You should have noticed something is wrong, right? This is not reality, but another world."
"Here, death means death, but serious injury does not necessarily mean serious injury."
"But if you use the power of ghosts and gods to drive the truth into illusion, then serious injuries will become serious injuries. Yan Shixun, how many wounds are there on your body? Can you still hold on?"
"Leave it all to me, and your injuries will vanish into nothingness when you leave this world. I never keep promises from the living, but I promise you that when you close your eyes and open them again, everything will be over. So."
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