The voice came from outside the courtyard. It didn't distinguish between men and women. It was extremely painful!
Mu Haotian's mind was shaken, and his mania subsided.
A figure flashed before his eyes, but it was the master who started to rush towards the south gate. He hesitated for a moment, then rushed to follow, putting aside the matter in front of him for the time being.
The two turned around at the end of the verandah, and ran to the south gate of the courtyard one after the other. They found that someone was already standing in front of the door. Black clothes, black hair, black light in the dark night, and an innocent and beautiful oval face that stands out.
Mu Ting was dressed in a smart outfit without a cloak. It seemed that she was awakened from her sleep. She stopped in front of the door, holding the scabbard with her right hand, and raising her left hand in front of her without moving, as if she was about to open the door, but stopped for something, and didn't react when she saw them coming.
"Sister..."
Mu Haotian opened his mouth and was about to call her when he was slapped by Mu Dingzhen:
"Stop making noise! Just listen."
Mu Haotian immediately stopped talking and held his breath. In the silence, he found that his heartbeat slowed down. After being far away from the room, the inexplicable feeling faded a lot.
Without thinking much, I suddenly heard a "boom"!
The sound wasn't heavy, but it came from outside the door. It seemed like someone was knocking on the door?
Mu Haotian was puzzled and looked at his master and senior sister, only to see that their faces were solemn and their eyes were fixed on the door. He could only endure it and look there.
Not long after, the door shook slightly, and there was another muffled "dong" sound.
It was late at night and there was no sound. Thinking of the heart-piercing scream that I heard not long ago, the intermittent knocking on the door was obviously a bit strange.
A vaguely cold air quietly arose from Mu Haotian's ankles and quickly spread all over his body.
But the knock on the door was still sounding stubbornly, hitting the hearts of the three of them every few breaths.
A sudden cold wind blew up, and in the garden behind the three of them, flowers, shrubs, and banana leaves swayed. The sound of wind mingled in my ears, like the whimper of a drowning person.
Mu Haotian noticed that his senior sister was shaking slightly, and his master couldn't help but tighten his clothes. Then he realized that the cold he felt was not because of his heart, but because of the real cold current, and the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped a lot.
"Can't even the master who cultivated his innate true energy be able to withstand this sudden cold current?"
As soon as this thought came into Mu Haotian's mind, his body became a little colder. He quickly circulated his inner breath to drive away the cold. Unfortunately, the effect was not good, and he couldn't help but shiver.
Suddenly he saw his master whip his backhand behind his waist, and there was a "crack" sound, and there was a long whip in his hand.
When I gathered my eyes to identify it, I couldn't help but be secretly shocked.
This is one of the few magical weapons in his family's mountain sect. It is called "Inviting Evil Whip". It was used by an accomplished and prestigious Celestial Master more than two hundred years ago to deal with certain evil spirits of unknown origin. Refining.
Its meaning is only to "please leave", rather than to suppress, seal, punish or destroy. One can imagine the fear of such evil spirits.
Mu Ting already understood and took two steps back.
Mu Dingzhen's ape arms spread out, and he swung forward with all his strength. The evil whip tore through the air with a sharp sound, and danced with long curls. It accurately wrapped around the two doorknobs, and then pulled hard.
The two vermilion solid wood doors creaked and slowly opened inward.
The three of them watched intently and suddenly noticed a figure standing at the door! It was dark and I couldn't make out my appearance. I could only vaguely see that he was not wearing a coat and was only wearing a light undershirt. He seemed to be sleepwalking.
The man's head was lowered and his body was stiff, swaying back and forth after a while.
The three of them suddenly realized that those weird "dong-dong" knocks on the door just now were caused by this person banging his head on the door.
The scene in front of them revealed an evil nature, and none of the three of them acted rashly, and each took a defensive stance.
Mu Dingzhen flicked his wrist, flicked his whip to test, and hit the threshold in front of the man five times in two breaths. The man listened indifferently and remained confused, looking like a ghostly zombie.
After a while, Mu Dingzhen swung out the evil-inviting whip again, swung the whip into the air into a noose, wrapped it around the man's body, then grasped the handle of the whip and moved forward slowly.
Mu Ting remained silent and walked up shoulder to shoulder, followed closely by Mu Haotian.
When the three of them crossed the threshold, they all gasped!
This is a middle-aged man, his eyes are wide open, but his eyes are unfocused, as dull as a dead fish, and his face is expressionless, with a glistening surface covered with a thick layer of frost.
His appearance looks familiar, he should be one of the guests at the celebration banquet.
This man's condition was strange, and his life and death were unknown. However, what shocked the three masters and disciples so much was the extremely terrifying sight not far ahead.
But outside the courtyard, I saw mottled tree shadows and a cold mist.
On the walkway, beside the grass, under the shade, and in the pavilion, dozens of white figures were wandering like ghosts! Among them are adults and children, of varying heights, standing in a disorderly manner, swaying in the wind, and teetering on the verge of falling over.
If you look closely, they are all the same as the person at the door. He is only wearing inner clothes, and his face is covered with frost, which shines in the dim moonlight.
"Soul-taking!"
Mu Haotian was good at exorcising ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but the first thing that came to his mind was not ghosts, but some kind of soul-stirring technique used by the evil monks in the Taoist sect, and he suddenly felt frightened in his heart.
"He's still alive."
At this time, Mu Ting's quiet words sounded beside her.
Mu Haotian gathered his thoughts, turned his eyes, and saw his master and senior sister looking at each other and nodding, each holding a palm against the person's chest and back, shouting softly at the same time, and entering the true energy at the same time.
The frost on the man's face melted quickly and turned into droplets of water. His eyes blinked a few times and he came back to life.
"Fellow, how are you?"
Mu Dingzhen supported him and asked.
The man's eyes were blank at first, and then he seemed to be startled. He stared like bells, and screamed "ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
It was obvious that he was overly frightened, and the cold air invaded the body, causing confusion.
Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of the question, Mu Ting asked him to sit against the wall and continue to absorb the true energy.
Mu Dingzhen said to Mu Haotian:
"Come on, let's go out and take a look."
The two people ran quickly and shuttled through the crowd separately. They quickly identified that these people were from the squire's house. They had met each other more or less before. The situation was similar to that of the person who had just been rescued. His breath was weak. There is still a pulse.
After finding out, Mu Haotian turned back and saw his master and senior sister standing opposite each other. The man beside the wall had fallen asleep and fell to the ground.
Mu Ting said:
"It's him!"
She tried her best to keep her tone calm, but there was still a trace of vibrato that could not be concealed no matter what.
Mu Dingzhen was silent for a while, then suddenly he pulled his two disciples to the side, leaning against the courtyard wall, and looked around as if facing a formidable enemy.
Although Mu Haotian was confused, he caught a glimpse of his senior sister's sword being unsheathed and pointing diagonally at the ground. The sword was rippled like water and shaking uncontrollably. Strong uneasiness suddenly arose in his heart:
"who is he?"
In the next moment, his question was answered.
"Tette, who am I? It turns out to be the little beauty from Dao Xuanwuji Mountain~~ I haven't seen you for a few years. The little beauty has a plump figure and is far more charming than before! It's not in vain that my ancestor loves you so much. , Tee, Tee, Tee!”
The speaker was speaking very fast, and his voice was moving from east to west. It was impossible to hear the direction, and it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
However, this strange laughter, which sounded like a eunuch grabbing his throat, suddenly brought out an unforgettable memory in the hearts of the three of them!
That year.
That rainy night.
That face that is wanton and evil!
