I saw four ghost grooms flying over. Their stomachs were instantly scratched by the silver corpse fan, and they were knocked to the ground one after another. All their intestines fell out, and streams of black ghost energy came out of their stomachs. They climbed up again like wild beasts.
At this moment, the ghost bride who was killed by Chu Mubai just now walked slowly towards her with a strange posture.
Meng Tianyan's eyes were shocked and he said: "They seem to be unkillable!"
Soon the four of them fell into a fierce fight. What they had to face was not living people, but walking corpses. These walking corpses were like living ghosts and could not be killed no matter what.
In the end, Chu Mubai had to perform the twenty-eight demon-breaking skills, waved his sword and formed seals, and chanted: "Jiao, Kang, Di, Fang, Xin, Wei, Ji, Green Dragon Flying to the Sky - Break Demons and Kill Evils!"
I saw a stream of green energy flying up, meeting the wind and transforming into a dragon, blocking them in front of them like a powerful shield, and then two crossed golden spells also rose up, protecting them firmly.
Immediately, a ray of green light spread out, heading towards the ghost groom and ghost bride who were overwhelmingly surrounding them. Soon they were reduced to broken limbs.
Lin Qianxue praised: "Master Chu is good at martial arts!"
Just when everyone thought they were done, they saw the pieces of broken flesh suddenly spliced together again, and unexpectedly gathered into a big red meat ball, attacking the four people with multiple hands and feet.
Countless strands of black ghost energy burst out from the big flesh ball, knocking the four people away one after another.
I saw that ball of flesh suddenly turning into countless red ghosts, laughing and rushing out of Yizhuang, heading towards Qianli Moon City.
"Ahahaha! Ahahaha! Ahahaha! Ahahaha!"
Meng Tianyan and others chased them out. She stared at the ghost figures in red clothes that had disappeared around her and said worriedly: "Now Qianli Yue City is going to be in trouble!"
Lan Zuiwu chased him out and said, "I remember when my brother was in the restaurant the night before, he once said that they met the Huang Quan Granny in Jixiang Town. She captured eleven pairs of men and women and refined them into ghost grooms and ghost brides. Ghost Bride, are they the ones we met today?"
Lin Qianxue said: "I just counted, and there are indeed exactly eleven pairs of men and women. They should be the ones Mr. Ye and the others met before."
Chu Mubai said: "This Granny Huangquan is really weird. She actually refined such a ghost. I'm afraid this Thousand Miles Moon City will soon turn into a zombie city."
Lan Zuiwu said: "As the disciples of Da Yang Mansion, it is our duty to subjugate and eliminate demons. How can we sit back and wait for death? We must capture these ghosts and destroy them!"
Meng Tianyan said: "In that case, Qianxue and I will help you. Anyway, we have to wait for Ye Zhenfeng and the others to come back before we can save Liu Yanyan."
After discussion, the four of them decided to split up and pursue the ghost bridegrooms and ghost brides in four directions: southeast, northwest, and southeast.
The eleven pairs of ghost grooms and ghost brides, once they leave Yi Zhuang, kill everyone they see, even livestock, and they desperately suck blood to enhance their ghost power.
The autumn wind rustles and the night becomes desolate.
In the Taiyin Courtyard, Ao Zhongzhi was gently wiping a flute in his hand. The flute was simple in color and had been around for several years.
A few dark bamboo shadows were reflected outside the white screen window. The wind blew gently, and the bamboo shadows swayed slightly on the window screen.
Dressed in red, he quietly
Standing outside the window.
However, the people in the room did not notice it. His thoughts seemed to be far away. His slender fingers held a white silk handkerchief and wiped the hole flute over and over again.
The man in red standing outside the window saw the scene inside through the gap in the window lattice. His beautiful eyes could not help but tremble slightly, and they were instantly filled with tears. He held his breath and was actually trembling slightly.
The man in black with long hair had a handsome and cold side face. His narrow red phoenix eyes were slightly lowered as he stared at the flute in his hand with a somewhat desolate look.
Finally, he gently put the hole flute to his lips, and blew it gently as if kissing his first love.
The pair of black wide sleeves were like water, gently sliding off his wrists, revealing a section of white arms. Those slender white fingers moved gently on the flute, and their movements were extremely graceful. They were not like his usual cold demeanor, but more like a young prodigal son.
The melodious and deep sound of the flute passed through the long and cold night, carried away by the autumn wind, making people feel sad when they heard it and shed tears when they heard it.
The beauty in red standing outside the window paused for a long time, her face already stained with tears, and she burst into tears.
The moon on the autumn night was bright and bright, shining on half of her face. The exposed half of the hibiscus face was covered with a thin black gauze, but the person under the black gauze, looming, was still stunningly beautiful. asphyxia.
Suddenly, the sound of the flute in the room stopped, and Ao Xiongzhi, who was sitting in the room, suddenly became alert, stood up abruptly, and shouted: "Hongyue--is that you?"
The person standing outside the window hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth, holding back his tears. His eyes trembled slightly, and he looked motionlessly at the people in the room.
Ao Zhongzhi's cold eyes suddenly dimmed in the room. He put down the flute in his hand and lowered his head slightly. The white Pisces jade pendant and the white tassel hanging on the flute were like flowing water swaying in the dim light.
The long black hair was draped on his shoulders. He sighed and smiled bitterly: "Hahaha! How is it possible? How is it possible... I must be wishful thinking. I haven't seen you for eight years. How could you come to me suddenly? ?Red Moon..."
Suddenly, there was movement outside the house, and the woman in red was about to turn around and leave. He suddenly woke up as if from a dream and knew that he was not dreaming. He immediately rushed out, stretched out his hands to take her into his arms, and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Hongyue...is that you?" He murmured in a low voice, lowering his head and smelling the familiar fragrance on her shoulders and neck. Without the woman turning around, he had already determined that she must be the woman who haunted him.
Hongyue clenched her hands into fists, her thin shoulders trembling slightly. She sighed softly, looked down at the flute lying on her chest, and the long and shining white tassel, and said: "Ambition, after so many years, you Do you still remember me?"
Ao Xiongxin smiled bitterly and said: "What stupid things are you saying? I think about you all the time. But what about you? Why are you so cruel and insist on leaving me?"
Hongyue slowly turned around and said: "After all, there is a difference between good and evil between you and me. You are the dean of the Taiyin Courtyard of Da Yang Mansion, but I am a member of the devil's path, and we can never be together."
After many years, Ao Xiongzhi finally saw the face that he had longed for. She was still radiant, as if she had just seen her for the first time, and he couldn't help but stir up the dead water in his heart.
His eyes were full of tenderness, and his gaze was like gentle starlight, caressing her gently over and over again, making it difficult to let go.
She stretched out her jade hand and gently opened the black gauze covering her face, only to see
Under the black gauze, there is a black spot on the right pink cheek. The black spot is like a black butterfly. It is really scary. It is a huge flaw on this pink and jade face.
Ao Xiongxin's eyes trembled and he took a breath of cold air, but still forced himself to remain calm and did not show too much shock.
Hongyue looked up at her beloved lover, and saw that he was holding back his inner fear for her, which made her feel sad again.
She smiled bitterly in her heart, she would rather he be scared away by her face at the moment, so that she could really stop thinking about him for so many years and be completely freed.
Hongyue said slowly: "This is what happened to me when I practiced demonic skills. The demonic energy ate away at my face. You really should have killed me with one sword back then, so that I wouldn't have to face this ugly face. I can’t sleep every day and suffer from it every day!”
Eleven years ago, the young Ao Xiongzhi took up the post of director of Taiyin Yuan for the first time.
The young dean quickly gained the favor of the women. At that time, he was not as sinister and scheming as he is now. Back then, he was full of passion and was a very simple and determined person.
He was ordered to go to a village to kill the demons. At that time, the village was occupied by a group of demons. Almost everyone in the village was killed or injured. He rushed there with a few students from Da Yang Mansion.
After three days and three nights of fighting, the group of demons had been almost wiped out by them, with only a few others still running around.
So he took his disciples around the village looking for fish that had slipped through the net. At that time, he met the young Hongyue.
The bright red dress first caught his eye, and he began to feel strange in his heart.
She ran around with a terrified look on her face, her messy hair covering her face, revealing only a pair of looming beautiful eyes. Those eyes were clean and clear, like a deer drinking water by the stream, with a bit of cunning and a bit of charming.
He held the sword and approached her step by step. She dragged her wounds and kept retreating, trembling all over like a frightened deer, and said tremblingly: "Don't come here!"
The wind gently blew the long hair of the tall man in front of him. He was dressed in black clothes and looked unruly and cold, but his clean and bright face had a hint of gentleness.
He did not listen to her words and stop, but walked straight towards her step by step. Finally, he bent down and slowly stretched out his hand towards her.
His slender fingers, filled with warmth, slowly slid across her cheek, combing her long hair scattered in front of her forehead, and then reached out to lift her chin. Those narrow eyes stared intently at Hongyue's face.
He sighed: "How come such a fallen woman is a demon?"
Hongyue frowned slightly, reached out and opened his hand, and then stepped back again.
His eyes fell on her slender ankle. There was a deep sword mark on the slender calf. It must have been injured during the previous encirclement and suppression of the demon clan. The injury was visible to the bone, so it must have been very painful.
He stuck the long sword on the ground beside him, then took out the bandage and golden sore medicine, and knelt down to bandage her wound.
Hong Yue stared at him, unable to believe that the man who was chasing her would heal her wounds.
His hands were extremely gentle, and he was afraid of hurting her at all. He first applied the golden sore medicine on her, and then wrapped the white bandage around her again and again.
