The journey back to their friends was not short, but the five of them were not in a hurry anymore. Xibing followed shamelessly, and there was nothing anyone could do to him. This guy was always beaming, and if he didn't talk so much nonsense, he would be quite likable.
After walking a hundred miles, the bell suddenly froze in the air. After some heart palpitations, she began to be ecstatic. She shouted: "I feel her! Songyang Longluo!" After that, she rushed back. .
The four people quickly followed. After flying for more than 140 miles, they roughly knew their destination. It was actually the place where they set off, the "luck fortune telling village". The village was still so peaceful, and everyone felt the surrounding atmosphere. , Lingdang frowned slightly and said, "Is it strange? I felt it very clearly more than ten breaths ago, why can't I find it now?"
"Not only that, the old man is gone," Zhuan Wangdong said. "There is no spiritual power in this village and the surrounding ten miles."
"That means" Ling Dang clenched his fists.
Xiubing answered: "There is not a single ant within ten miles. When we left, there were millions of beasts of all sizes here. How come they were all gone in less than an hour?"
"Is this Songyang Longluo's method?" Lingdang gritted her teeth and said fiercely, "This vicious woman must have practiced some evil magic, but she ran too fast. Could it be that she was deliberately playing tricks on me? "
Mu Ziyun blew out countless sparks, and the sparks were scattered in the village. They all had souls and could transmit what they saw and encountered to Mu Ziyun's mind. After a long time, Mu Ziyun said: "The old man is gone. Could it be that he has left?" , in less than an hour, he wouldn’t have gone ten miles away, he was probably dead, and he didn’t even leave his body behind.”
Fang Tianmu saw something with his eyes. He walked towards the broken stone platform, which was the destroyed "Calculation Clock". He stopped ten feet in front of the platform. After a few breaths, he pointed to the ground next to it. He said coldly: "He died here."
Everyone hurried up and found that the place was scattered with very sparse ash powder. It was impossible to see clearly from a distance, but Fang Tianmu's eyes could still see traces of energy left on the ash powder.
Xiubing looked embarrassed, patted his head and said: "Oh, they are all dead and we can't get any news."
"I have a way to make the dead speak." Ling Dang suddenly called. Before anyone could ask questions, they saw Ling Dang take out a strange flute from the package around his waist. Mu Ziyun saw that the flute looked familiar, and it took him a long time to react. Said: "Isn't this the mermaid's flute?" This group of people got three treasures in front of the demon stone in Shuiying City. The echo stone was in the hand of the kite, the "Wind Blowing Record" was given to Mu Ziyun, and the mermaid flute has been kept. In the hands of the bell.
The mermaid's flute can awaken the spirits of the dead in a small area. This is not a false illusion, but a spirit with the consciousness of the dead. The real dead soul may have entered the underworld or the underworld, but it will remain at the place of death within a period of time. Some of the spirit energy is left behind, and this energy retains the consciousness of the deceased soul, which is no different from the real deceased soul.
The bell brought the flute to the mouth and blew gently, and the flute formed its own melody. The sound shocked the living beings. It seemed that at that moment, the soul and the body completed a separation. The person who had just died not long ago The old man stood in front of everyone in the blink of an eye, but now he was a dead soul. The old man's dead soul still maintained the same dynamics as before his death. His pupils were dilated, he raised his hands to protect his head, and he was shouting something. Then, a faint green light flashed, and before anyone could see clearly, the old man was beaten into powder, and disappeared when the wind blew.
But after a few breaths, the old man's ghost reappeared, still repeating the dynamics before his death. This time, Fang Tianmu slashed with his sword and blocked the green light. The old man "survived" but was still in shock.
Lingdang asked: "Old man, who killed you?"
The old man looked forward, his eyes getting wider and wider, looking very penetrating. Zhuan Wangdong said: "Could he not be able to see us and could only see the scene he saw before his death?"
"No," Mu Ziyun said, "He is looking at the bell."
Ling Ding moved his body to the left, and sure enough, the old man's eyes followed the bell, and he became more and more frightened. Zhuan Wangdong sighed and said, "It is indeed Songyang Longluo, because he looks exactly like Ling Ding."
Lingdang was startled for a moment, and suddenly said: "No! It's not me he's looking at!" Lingdang suddenly turned around, but at that moment, Lingdang's body seemed to separate a figure from behind. Although the general attire could not be seen clearly, his face But it was very similar to a bell, and it was it that the old man had been staring at. The figure walked towards the old man, and the old man made a gesture of protecting his head with his hands before death, and the figure that looked very much like a bell disappeared. , the old man was hit by green light again and turned into ashes.
The bell shouted to all around: "Song-Yang-Long-Luo! Get out!" There was an echo in the mountains, but there was no response.
Mu Ziyun shook his head, looked at the old man's soul that reappeared, and said: "Hey, the mortal's spirit is too fragile. He can't get out of the predicament before death. Calling him out will not help."
Then he took the flute with the bell and wanted to play the tune to scatter the soul of the dead, but Fang Tianmu stopped him and said coldly: "Wait."
"What are you waiting for?" Mu Ziyun asked confused. What he didn't know was that Fang Tianmu's eyes had been staring at the old man's eyes. The eyes of the stars kept magnifying the small things, and he could actually see the pictures reflected in the old man's eyes. After trying again and again, Fang Tianmu He said coldly: "I saw it."
"Who?" Mu Ziyun asked.
"man."
"Man? Isn't it Songyang Longluo?"
"no."
"What kind of man?"
"Can't see clearly, he's wearing a robe."
Zhuan Wangdong suddenly shouted: "Everyone, look at him, he has changed."
Everyone turned their heads and saw that the old man suddenly stopped repeating the actions before his death. Instead, he crawled towards the broken stone platform on his hands and knees. As he climbed back, he said something to the left and right. Everyone could not hear clearly. It might be The old man’s previous memories. Suddenly, in the memory of the old man's soul, a pair of hands appeared. Those hands were holding something. The old man reached out and pulled out a green leaf. Then the hands disappeared, and there was another box in front of the old man. It was the one that Ge Yuan had lifted out from under the stone platform before.
"Huayoucao," Mu Ziyun said, "What's in the box is just a leaf of Huayoucao, and the real Huayoucao is somewhere else."
"Wait a minute, look, are those runes... newly painted?"
Everyone saw the old man holding a pen dipped in red ink and writing on the stone bricks. Aren't they the runes on the gravel platform at the moment? There was something wrong with the red ink. Once it was written on, it immediately dried and deteriorated, as if it had taken decades or even hundreds of years.
"What is he doing?" As soon as Mu Ziyun finished speaking, he saw the old man burying the box under the stone bricks, and then laying the bricks up, and the stone platform, which was the "calculating clock", took shape. Mu Ziyun whispered: "The daily calculator is also fake? Here..."
The old man suddenly fell silent, and then, without everyone being prepared, he suddenly turned his head, with a sinister smile on his face. No one could remain calm in front of that look, and the old man also kept this posture. That expression. The bell immediately played the flute and scattered the soul of the dead, but he still couldn't help but shudder. The evil smile lingered in his mind for a long time.
Everyone fell into silence, and Mu Ziyun kept muttering to himself: "This is not a daily calculator, and that is not a worry-free grass, so what else could it be?"
Zhuan Wangdong said: "I have an ominous premonition, eh? Where did Brother Yuan'er go with that box?"
"Huangdu."
"If the sun clock is not there, it may not be destroyed in time, but the magic circle of Zhen Kingdom has disappeared, and the sun clock should be useless. Why do they still use a fake one to deceive us?"
Bell replied: "Unless they want the day clock to continue running, but..."
After a period of silence, Mu Ziyun stamped his foot and shouted: "Oh, it's broken! Where did Ge Yuan go with the box?"
"Huangdu!"
A burst of smoke arose on the ground, and Muziyun rushed out like a bolt of lightning.
