Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Hidden Note (Seventeen)…

Ning Helan, who had just been thrown into the air, fell down, and the Chongming Bird flew over and caught him steadily.

The Chongming Bird turned its head and looked at the little master on its back. Ning Helan was now covered in wounds, and blood was flowing from his forehead. The Chongming Bird looked up to the sky and cried loudly, and the angry voice echoed in the mountains.

It flapped its wings and flew into the air, and the light emitted from its body instantly illuminated half of the mountain.

Its eyes glowed red, and balls of fire the size of basketballs appeared around its body, and then fell to the ground like a meteor shower.

The three corpse ghosts howled, some wanted to burrow into the ground, some wanted to run down the mountain. Once hit by the fireball, their whole bodies would be ignited in an instant, and they would be burned to ashes in just a few seconds.

Soon, dozens of three corpse ghosts were all destroyed.

Twenty-three took a step back in fear, his voice trembling unnaturally: "This... How could such a thing appear... It turned out to be an ancient beast... Damn, I won't lose my life here..."

He muttered in his mouth and suddenly came to his senses. He looked at Chongming Bird with dark eyes, and cast a spell with his right hand. A cloud of black smoke came out from behind him. He turned around and hid in the darkness, and disappeared without a trace.

Fang Hui watched the Chongming bird flap its wings, and the strong wind it created blew away the dark clouds in the sky.

There had been thunder and no rain all night, but now that the mythical beast had appeared, the sky gradually became clearer.

The light of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the first ray of light shone on Fang Hui's face. He squinted his eyes and looked at the Chongming bird in the sky.

The Chongming bird fell from the sky and landed in front of Fang Hui. It raised its head and chirped softly, and its wings flapped a gust of wind, making the mountains full of miasma become fresh and pleasant.

Seeing the mythical bird in the mythical story up close, Fang Hui was so shocked that he didn't even feel the pain of his own injuries.

The double-headed bird looked down at the mortal in front of it from a high place, and its beautiful golden double pupils carried a trace of the god's compassion for all living things.

Then its eyes lit up, and dots of fluorescent light gathered at Qin Yang's shoulder. Qin Yang was surprised to find that his shoulder suddenly stopped hurting.

Qin Yang looked down. Although the scar of the wound was still there, it no longer hurt, and his skin had returned to its normal color from the previous purple-black.

He touched it and turned his shoulder again. It seemed that it was fine.

Fang looked back at the dots of fluorescent light surrounding him. His body, which had been as heavy as lead before, became relaxed. He sat up and tore off the talisman paper on his chest.

The talisman paper slowly floated up in the palm of his hand and then disappeared.

He looked at the big bird in front of him again. Although the bird was just an ugly chicken just now, it has now transformed into an ancient mythical beast. Its two wise eyes, one looking at the sky and the other at the ground, have now become beautiful double pupils.

Coupled with its height of more than ten meters and its wide and large wings, its large size makes it very oppressive.

Fortunately, it is not an enemy, Fang recalled.

The double-headed bird gently bit Ning Helan's collar, picked him up from its back, and then put him on the ground.

Seeing that Ning Helan was lying motionless, it turned him over with its beak.

Ning Helan closed his eyes, the blood on his forehead had dried, and his body was covered with blood and mud.

The most serious one was his left hand, the bones of which had been crushed, his slender fingers now looked twisted, and his entire hand had turned purple.

Feng Zihe's eyes went dark when he saw Ning Helan's current state, and he fell to the ground with a thud: "Xiao Lan... how could this happen... how can I explain to Old Ning... it's all for helping me... it's all for my family..."

He pounded the ground in frustration, his lips trembling slightly, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame: "It's all my fault... it's all my fault!"

Qin Yang quickly comforted him: "Grandpa Feng, we Send Xiaolan to the hospital now. As long as she is sent to the hospital in time, her hand should be fine."

Feng Zihe's eyes regained their light after hearing this: "Yeah, yes, let's hurry up."

Xiao Liu beside him pulled Qin Yang: "Captain Qin, do you dare to take Helan away now?"

Qin Yang looked back and saw that Chongming Bird was protecting Ning Helan. Although the bird had no ill intentions towards them now, it still had intimidation.

The two looked at each other and didn't know what to do for a while.

Chongming Bird looked at its little master tenderly, put its head on Ning Helan's forehead, and then closed its eyes.

Its body emitted a soft light, and dots of fluorescent light also appeared around Ning Helan's body. The fluorescent light attached to his injured parts, as if it was healing him.

As the fluorescent light attached, the parts of Ning Helan's body corroded by the miasma and other injuries gradually recovered.

Then the Chongming bird touched Ning Helan with its beak, but Ning Helan still did not respond and seemed to be still in a coma.

"Gu... Gugu..." The Chongming bird seemed to be very worried, and made a gugugu sound from its throat, and the crown feathers on its head drooped.

Others: "..."

Chongming Bird gently touched Ning Helan again, but the person on the ground still didn't react. Chongming Bird's eyes were filled with tears. Seeing the divine beast about to cry, the people around looked at each other.

"Captain Qin, it seems to be crying..."

"Ahem, this, chicken..."

"Chongming Bird."

"Brother Bird, Xiaolan should be fine, you don't have to worry."

Chongming Bird glanced at Qin Yang, and Qin Yang tried his best to squeeze out a natural and kind smile.

"Can he understand human language?" Xiao Liu said softly.

"Probably." Qin Yang thought, if Brother Chicken can understand, this bird should also be able to understand.

"Gugu..." The Chongming bird lay down, put its head on Ning Helan, and then closed its eyes.

"Captain Qin, do you think this bird can be stuffed into the off-road vehicle later?" Xiao Liu suddenly asked a very wise question.

"It can fly." Qin Yang rubbed his temples. His shoulder didn't hurt anymore, but his head hurt.

Fang Hui rubbed his chest and said, "If this thing is brought down the mountain, it will cause panic, right? How can you police explain it to the people?"

This is also a problem. Qin Yang and Xiao Liu held their hands.

Feng Zihe next to him pointed at the Chongming bird: "Hey, look!"

A soft light emanated from the Chongming bird, and then its body began to shrink gradually, and soon became the same size as the original body of the chicken.

After the soft light faded, the double-headed bird turned back into a rooster again, with messy feathers, a bald head, and the same sloppy appearance.

Qin Yang laughed: "It looks like there is no need to worry now."

"Lanlan, don't sleep."

Five-year-old Xiao Helan rubbed his eyes and saw his mother looking at him tenderly.

"Mom." Xiao Helan stretched out his hand for his mother to hold him. His mother picked him up and put him on her lap.

"What do you want to do later, Lanlan?" His mother gently touched his furry little head.

"Didn't they say that the immortal master would come to see Lanlan today?" Xiao Helan rubbed his sleepy eyes.

Mom smiled and hummed: "What will Lanlan do when she sees the Fairy Grandpa later?"

"Last time, the Fairy Grandpa took me to see the Nine-Colored Deer, and Lanlan wants to go again." Xiao Helan's eyes were full of expectation.

"The Fairy Grandpa won't come." Suddenly, Dad's voice rang beside him.

"Dad?" Xiao Helan wanted to turn around and look for his father, but no matter how he turned his head, looked left and right, he couldn't find his father.

"Mom, where is Dad?"

"Dad is here."

Xiao Helan listened and looked around again: "Dad?"

"Lanlan, there are no fairies in this world." Dad's voice rang in Xiao Helan's ears.

Xiao Helan turned his head and saw a man with a large area of ​​burns on his face. His facial features were no longer recognizable and his skin was a mottled dark red.

He stared at Xiao Helan: "There are no gods in this world. If there were, Dad wouldn't have become like this!"

"Uh!"

Ning Helan suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out to be a dream.

He raised his hand and gently placed it on his face. It was such a real dream. In the dream...

He closed his eyes again and found that his left hand was tied with a layer of bandages. He smelled it closely and there was a faint herbal fragrance.

He moved his fingers and didn't feel anything unusual.

Wasn't his finger broken by the three corpse ghosts? Why does it look like nothing happened now?

He put down his hand, and the back of his hand touched a warm fur.

He turned his head and saw Brother Ji sleeping soundly beside him.

"Brother Ji?" Ning Helan remembered Brother Ji at that time...

He sat up and looked at Brother Ji carefully. There was no injury. The wings that were broken before did not look injured. The body that was half corroded by the corpse poison now looked fine.

What happened?

Ning Helan felt a little confused in his mind, as if there were some fragments that he could not remember. What happened later?

He touched his chest, and the stuffy feeling was gone, and his spiritual power seemed to have recovered.

The chicken was sleeping soundly. Ning Helan stroked its fur and laughed softly: "Why is it still so bald..."

Ning Helan got out of bed and found that this was the guest room of Feng Zihe's house.

He went downstairs and saw a group of people sitting in the living room talking about something. There was a familiar figure on the sofa.

"Grandpa?"

Ning Guohua raised his head and saw Ning Helan coming over: "Xiao Lan, are you awake?"

"Grandpa, why are you here? Aren't you traveling?" Ning Helan was very surprised.

Ning Guohua snorted unhappily: "Such a big thing has happened. If I don't come back now, do I have to wait until you are eaten by the three corpse ghosts before I come back?"

Fang Hui was reading "Demon and Ghost Records". When he saw Ning Helan coming, he moved aside to make room for him.

Ning Helan glanced at Fang Hui. He had been wearing a hat since the back of his head was bald by Ji Ge last time. Today, he didn't wear one. His

eyes moved to the back of Fang Hui's head. His hair had recovered. It was estimated that Grandpa had replaced a new container for him.

Fang Hui also looked fine now. Ning Helan asked, "Fang Hui, are you okay (dead)?"

Fang Hui glanced at Ning Helan and said, "I seemed to be hallucinating just now. Are you asking me why I'm not dead yet?"

"It's okay." Ning Helan didn't continue his words. Fang Hui felt like a breath was stuck in his chest. He rolled his eyes and continued to read his "Record of Demons and Ghosts" beside him.

Feng Zihe handed the tea in his hand to Ning Helan, "Xiao Lan, come and drink some water first. Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat?"

Ning Helan thanked Feng Zihe and said that he was not hungry now, "How long have I slept?"

"A whole day." Feng Zihe said.

Ning Helan nodded, and he looked around the room, but didn't see Qin Yang and Xiao Liu.

"Xiao Yang had an emergency at the bureau, so he went back first. Don't worry, Xiao Yang is fine, and the poison in his body has been cured." Ning Guohua said to Ning Helan.

"Cure?" Ning Helan took a sip of tea, "How did you cure it?"

"Brother Ji cured it." Ning Guohua said, and as expected, Ning Helan's eyes widened.

"Can roosters detoxify?" Ning Helan was looking for ways to use roosters to detoxify. It seemed that rooster blood could be used as medicine to make detoxification pills, but...

"Let's not talk about this, Xiaolan. Fang Hui said that you found a black talisman in the coffin. Let me see it." Ning Guohua said.

Ning Helan found the black talisman paper with the name on it from his pants pocket, took a look at it, and handed it to Ning Guohua.

Ning Guohua squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, his expression becoming more serious: "This is simply too vicious."

Feng Zihe came over and was surprised to see his parents' names and even the names of their seven brothers and sisters written on the paper: "What, what is this?"

"This is a soul-binding curse. Write the names of all the family members on talisman paper, cast spells and magic, and soak them in black corpse water. Then bury the talisman paper in the parents' coffins, then the children will have accidents one after another until they are all dead." Ning Guohua said.

Feng Zihe turned pale when he heard this. Ning Guohua then said, "This is a curse from ten years ago. Didn't your three sisters have accidents one after another? It's thanks to you that you changed your name, otherwise you would be the next one to have an accident."

Only now did Ning Helan know that Feng Zihe's original name was Feng Si. After he grew up and started working, he thought this name was not nice, so he changed it to Feng Zihe.

However, the black talisman still said Feng Si.

Feng Zihe nodded as if he had suddenly realized something: "No wonder... No wonder I was about to die when I entered the operating room, but I didn't expect to survive."

Ning Guohua said: "It is also because of your unintentional changes, Old Feng, that this spell cannot take all of you away in order as the caster wanted. Therefore, starting with you, your brothers and sisters have all encountered disasters, but their lives are not really in danger."

"However..." Ning Guohua's expression was serious, "Recently, the caster discovered this problem, so you still have disasters, and they are all life-threatening disasters."