Chapter 124: Evil energy backfires (Part 2)
However, the evil spirit in Lin Fenghuo was too strong. If it was not suppressed in time, the consequences would be disastrous. Chen Chuantuo sighed, and then slowly said four words: "Haoran is upright!"
The next moment, golden light surged between heaven and earth, gathering towards the young scholar.
"seal up!"
As soon as these words came out, countless golden lights rushed into the dark young man's body, forcefully suppressing the evil spirit.
At this time, Lin Fenghuo suddenly smiled evilly and said seven words: "We will meet again."
Then, he suddenly started laughing wildly, until the evil spirit was completely sealed by the golden light, and then he fell into a deep sleep.
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"Brother, are you awake?"
Lin Fenghuo slowly opened his eyes. He looked at the busy young junior brother in front of him and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
"Junior Brother Liu, why are you here? No, I'm doing morning exercises, why are you here all of a sudden?"
The scholar named Liu scratched his head and asked doubtfully:
"Senior Brother Lin, don't you remember anything?"
"Remember what?" The swarthy young man didn't know what was going on. He couldn't help but wonder, was he sleepwalking just now?
However, just as he was about to ask, he saw the disciple suddenly run out, shouting as he ran:
"Dean, dean! Something bad has happened. Senior Brother Lin has lost his memory."
After a while, Chen Chuantuo's figure appeared in the house. He looked at the dark-skinned young man lying on the bed and didn't know what to say for a moment.
When Lin Fenghuo saw the person coming, he felt sore all over his body just as he was about to stand up. His muscles seemed to be filled with heavy lead and he couldn't lift them up. Now, only his eyes and mouth could move freely.
"Dean, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Chuantuo interrupted.
"Don't go out and walk around these days. Well, there's no need to practice for the time being."
After finishing speaking, he put the long knife next to the table again, which he had personally ran to the pawn shop to redeem.
Lin Fenghuo didn't know what happened, or what trouble he got into. He just felt that something was wrong with the way Dean Chen looked at him, and there was a little helplessness in his calmness.
Chen Chuantuo didn't say anything. After the instructions, he left the place, leaving the other party lying quietly in the house.
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"Dean, why is this guy Lin Fenghuo so evil?"
The person who spoke was none other than Liang Xinhuai, one of the seven seats in Xiaoyuan Academy.
Chen Chuantuo was a little silent. Lin Fenghuo was the only direct descendant of Lin Hengshan in Yinren Village. If something happened to him, how should he explain to his old friend. But he also knew that Haoran's righteousness could only be suppressed for a while, but not for a lifetime. If there was no good solution, he could only watch the child fall into the devil's path.
"Haoran's righteousness can eliminate evil spirits, but it cannot eliminate evil spirits."
Liang Xinhuai was a little puzzled. He said, "I can just press it again when the time comes."
Chen Chuantuo shook his head and replied with some disappointment: "The inner demon has become a reality. If you suppress it again, it will be like reaching the sky."
"So serious?" Liang Xinhuai was a little surprised. He had little experience with evil spirits, so naturally he didn't know as much as the person in front of him.
"I hope this boy has good luck and good luck."
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The outskirts of the Demonic Cult.
The characteristics of the Demonic Cult's techniques do not like to be bright. When the leader of the Demonic Cult led his followers to select the site for the main altar, they chose Zangyuan Mountain, which is the least exposed to sunlight and has a cold climate in the Demonic Kingdom.
Over the years, Zangyuan Mountain, which was originally uninhabitable, became increasingly dark and terrifying due to the influence of the demon sect's disciples' skills and karma: the air was filled with a vague blackness. Fog and shrill wind dominate this land, and the night sounds like the wail of ghosts.
However, the Demon Sect, as an extremely influential sect in the Demon Kingdom, attracts a large number of warriors to the Demon City every year to seek opportunities.
They often cannot find an attic with good feng shui, and most of them live together in small and dilapidated huts. This kind of small hut has no paper windows, and no light comes in all year round. It is dark all day long. After their clothes are washed, they have no place to dry them, so they just hang them on the branches of the trees outside the house, letting the wind blow. Rain hits.
If an ordinary person stands in a thatched hut for a while, he will feel that there is no warmth at all below the calf, and even the quilt is always filled with cold moisture.
But this can't stop the people of the Demon Kingdom from coming to the Demon City. Four or five days of hard work in the magic city can be worth a season's worth of copper coins in the town. Not only some young and strong men will come, but also girls with weak physiques will come together.
These girls can be divided into three obvious categories: those who are as strong as men, those who are smart and capable, and those who are beautiful. Among these three categories, there are very few people in the first category, and they are basically in the third category. This third type of people is basically active in two places, one is the big house of a powerful person, and the other is this crowded and dirty thatched house.
At this moment, a four-foot-long figure wearing black clothes appeared on the road in the streets and alleys. And from time to time, one or two drunkards would be encountered, holding wine gourds and wandering around on the road. Not far in front of the man in black, a drunk man appeared.
The drunkard wandered from one wall to the other, occupying the entire narrow road by himself. Several little girls came out of the house, but when they saw the drunk man, they shrank back. However, there was a woman who came out of the brothel. She seemed like a hunter who had seen her prey. Instead of retreating, she moved forward and pressed forward with a smile on her face.
"Ouch~ Who is this? Look at how pitiful this guy is. He is so drunk that he doesn't even have a warm person to help him." The woman was wearing a rouge-pink light silk shirt with half-naked breasts. It's like touching the real body. If you get closer, you can smell the rich scent of powder on her body and the aroma of alcohol that has been soaked in the wine shop for a long time.
The drunkard grinned, leaning against the wall with his upper body upright. He stretched out his hand and pointed at the woman and said, "I know you! I know! You are... the prostitute standing in front of the brothel... the prostitute... Female! Hehe, are you right?"
"Haha, that's right! I look like a knowledgeable man." The woman smiled charmingly, and slowly grasped the drunken man's stretched out finger with her small white hand, pulling him to lead him towards her.
"Hey, hey, hey...do you have any knowledge?" The drunk man swayed forward and was about to reach out to the woman.
"I'm the most knowledgeable? Giggle!"
In fact, the appearance of a woman is not outstanding. When standing with a group of women, she always belongs to the first group to be excluded by the men. Because of this, she, who had not received any guests for several days, felt so happy when she saw her success.
