The tomb is in the north, north of Luoyang City.
But this place where corpses and bones are buried has a very beautiful name.
Flower forest.
It seems that those flowers and plants use corpses as nutrients, so they always bloom extremely beautifully, and the flowering period is also very long. It is almost winter and you can still smell the fragrance of the flowers. Before the flowers fade, you can see the plum blossoms blooming again, the only fragrant crown in the crowd. , so the flowers are undefeated and endless all year round.
The moon is at the zenith.
There was sweat on Li Muchan's forehead, and his face turned pale. He probably ran too fast, and some of the scabbed wounds on his body were torn open, especially the knife on his chest, which caused bursts of pain from time to time.
He has walked this road countless times, but it has never been as painful as it is now.
The mountains are shrouded in shadow, the moon shadow is blurred, and he is walking quickly alone on the deserted mountain trails.
The surroundings no longer had the chirping insects and birds of the past, and the silence was eerie.
Murderous intent! !
Even though he didn't know martial arts, he already felt a coldness that was as real as the skin, spreading in all directions, following him, like a gangrene attached to his bones.
Li Muchan didn't care anymore because he was sure these people wouldn't kill him yet.
But this feeling made all the muscles in his body tremble uncontrollably.
After walking for who knows how long, Li Muchan finally saw a light on a low hill in the distance, floating out from between the leaves and trees.
He gasped for breath, exerted force on his feet, and rushed toward the flower forest while rolling and crawling. Then he ran into the wooden house, grabbed the old cripple's shoulders with a puzzled expression, and said with a trembling look on his face: "There is a ghost... …There’s a ghost chasing me.”
The old lame man sat lazily in front of the wooden table, leaving a table full of chicken bones. His mouth was full of grease when he ate, and he drank alcohol. He laughed when he heard this: "You are still so cowardly, you will end up in your grave." You’ve reached the point where you’re still afraid of ghosts?”
Seeing Li Muchan panting and out of breath, with a pale face, the old cripple had a faint smile of disdain in his eyes, then he burped, picked up the wine gourd and walked out, shouting slightly drunk. Said: "Where are the ghosts? Look, I have taken care of them all."
As soon as this man went out, the sound of his footsteps suddenly disappeared, and there was no movement outside the door.
Li Muchan sat by the bed, his eyes darkened. He had already taken out the things in his arms when the other party was leaving.
It was a long sandalwood box with not much in it.
A rolled-up book contained a strange object, which was a dark iron cylinder, about seven inches long and about an inch wide, with many beehive-like holes at one end.
There was blood outside the window again.
With trembling hands, Li Muchan carefully opened the book, looking at the dancing and swaying lights, her eyes were already widening.
"Now that you have bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, you should be the one who prayed twelve or eight times to my sword. This book is the "Phantom Secret Manual" which was not passed down by the 'Ghost Sect' back then. It is an evil and miraculous skill. It is sinister and treacherous. It does not require a foundation. It is made from the cold corpse energy. Jin, advance very fast, traveling thousands of miles in a day; the weapon is the "Plum Blossom Needle", the hidden weapon that made the "Plum Blossom Thief" famous in the past. The needle is quenched with a strange poison, and the tail of the barrel is pulled and the machine is activated... To obtain these two things, first try to protect yourself. Only by taking the 'Luofu Secret Record' can you fulfill my trust..."
Seeing this, his trembling pupils gradually calmed down, as if he was relieved, and some color gradually returned to his pale face, as if he had grasped some life-saving straw.
"Ghost door?"
In the past, the ghosts of Yinshan were rampant in the rivers and lakes, and their evil reputation had reached the point of frightening the gods and ghosts. Both the black and white groups retreated. It was not until the "King of Nine Provinces" Shen Tianjun brought the heads of the seven sword sects to a decisive battle with Yinshan that all of them were eradicated.
Later, the "Ghost Secret Book" was obtained by Bai Feifei, the "Ghost Palace Master", who commanded the ghosts and gained a great reputation.
As for the "Plum Blossom Needle", there were many involvements in the "Plum Blossom Thief" case back then. This person's martial arts may not be considered top-notch, but the "Plum Blossom Needle" alone made many martial arts masters change their expressions, which shows his power.
He slowly calmed down and put the two things close to his body. Sure enough, the Twelve Swordsman really had a lot of support and a backup plan.
Secret spectrum of ghosts.
Evil work? Compared to living, evil deeds are nothing.
In fact, the white silk left by Dao Twelve also has a mystery.
The "Luofu Secret Records" mentioned above are placed under the statue of the god, but since they have been informed in advance, why do they need to worship and kowtow three times?
Because this is to prevent another result. If he is not the one who got the white silk, or if he did not follow his last words and was greedy for magical power, then he is not worthy of being entrusted, and what is buried under the statue must be fatal. .
"Eight worship acquaintances!"
Li Muchan sat on the bed and murmured these four words.
Dao Twelve should also be betting. The reason for this is probably because he has no choice.
His remaining wishes were not fulfilled, and there was no one he could trust. If he got seriously ill again, and he was about to die, he suddenly met a person who looked exactly like himself. In the pavilion, he was looking at the rain and sighing, frustrated and dejected, so he simply followed the traitor. The intention is to seek death but fail.
All this was to push him, Li Muchan, to cut off his escape and force him to step into this huge world.
Li Muchan took a deep breath, as if he had fallen into an unprecedented calmness, and his eyes were as silent as dead water. He looked at his fingers and whispered to himself: "I don't blame you, on the contrary, I want to be grateful to you."
In this world, there are some people who, even if they meet each other day and night, cannot be friends and cannot be trusted with each other; while some people, just meeting by chance, can become close friends and brothers in life and death.
At this point, Li Muchan was determined to avenge this person and avenge him, an acquaintance whom he only met once.
"Hiccup..." The old lame man came back with another hiccup, "You kid, you are talking nonsense. There are no ghosts outside."
Li Muchan unhurriedly grabbed a handful of fried peanuts from the table, then slowly cracked the shells, threw them into his mouth, and chewed them carefully for a few times. The movement of his cheeks and the salty fragrance in his mouth made him feel a little agitated. The numb body gradually regained consciousness.
Then, as the old cripple's eyes gradually changed, he raised his eyelids and sneered in a mocking tone: "Don't you have a ghost in your heart!"
He stared quietly at the old cripple's wrinkled face, with mockery in his eyes.
"Haha." The old lame man raised his eyebrows, and his laughter changed. He became indistinguishable from male to female. Sure enough, it was the hall master. "Should I call you smart or stupid? Since you can see that I am pretending, why not Escape?"
In an instant, his back was no longer hunched, his legs were no longer limp, and he was just sitting with a smile.
Li Muchan didn't have much expression on his face, but his hands and feet were getting cold, and his breathing was showing signs of shortness of breath. He sat under the shadow of the lamp, his facial features were divided into two halves by the boundary between light and darkness, and said softly: "Maybe there will be more when I come back. If you escape, you will definitely die."
He wants to live.
Where can Jianghu forces like the Qinglong Society escape to?
What's more, the Demon Cult won't let him go, and there is also a money gang.
The lobby owner's eyes lit up and he praised: "You are indeed very smart and cautious. I know it from the fact that I have seen so many frustrating experiences of yours; I even really wanted to cultivate you, but You shouldn’t have a relationship with someone.”
Li Muchan was very calm at this time. Since he no longer wanted to shrink back and compromise, he naturally had no scruples about what he said and did.
"Shangguan Xiaoxian!" he said.
The lobby master clapped his hands and laughed: "It seems you know a lot of things."
Li Muchan's eyes were gloomy: "There's no relationship. I just saved her mother and daughter once in Cuifang House, and I never thought about anything else."
The owner of the lobby sighed, and said somewhat meaningfully: "Isn't this enough? You might as well think about it, there are so many clients in and out of brothels in this world, how many of them are willing to stop and look at a stupid girl with dementia? , let alone save her, you are such a good person."
Li Muchan said expressionlessly: "You also said that she is a stupid girl and poses no threat to you, so why kill her all?"
But the hall master shook his head: "The people in the Demon Cult have already taken action. If I don't take action, I will miss the opportunity. Besides, you have met Liu's mother long ago. Haha, that person's 'iron-chewing skills' are better than before." The female Bodhisattva of Great Joy is extremely powerful."
When Li Muchan heard these words, he suddenly felt that the hall master was not far from death.
He actually regarded Shangguan Xiaoxian as a fool.
Li Muchan took another deep breath. He always liked to do this to calm his mind when he was nervous.
But when he met the eyes of the lobby master, he suddenly said shockingly word for word: "What if...she's not stupid."
"bump!"
As soon as the words came out, the wine gourd in the lobby master's hand exploded into pieces between his fingers.
