A hard snap.
The black armor on the human figure's head receded like a tide, allowing the pomegranate branch to easily hit Nan Er's head with his face exposed.
"ah--"
He only had time to let out a scream, and then he fell to the ground with a thud, and the black armor on his body gradually melted away.
Like black snow, slowly melting.
Several more leaves fell from the pomegranate branch, and only the last three or four green leaves remained on the poor branch.
The dark fog that had been gathering in the courtyard receded little by little, and the dark clouds in the sky moved away in cooperation, revealing Yue Yaer who had been watching the show for a long time.
The white misty moonlight fell.
"He...isn't he dead?"
Xia Zhichan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He took a deep breath and found that Nan Er, who was lying on the ground, was motionless, so his heart tightened again and he asked quickly.
"should not……"
Jiang Qin did not let down her guard like Xia Zhichan. She handed the pomegranate branch to her left hand and picked up her sword with her right hand again. The cold blade pointed at Nan Er on the ground:
"Are you going to kill him..."
"No, no, no...don't."
Xia Zhichan hurriedly walked over and stood between Jiang Qin and the unconscious Nan Er. He lowered the woman's sword and said in a pleading tone:
"he is my friend."
"But he is no longer a human being. Kill him now, otherwise he will continue to do evil."
Although Jiang Qin had not yet agreed, he was very considerate to Xia Zhichan and put the long sword back into his sleeve robe.
"I have a solution."
"Can you turn him back into a human?"
Jiang Qin frowned. Although she had only practiced Taoism for ten years, she had never heard of any Taoist method that could transform a demonized person back.
"At least...let me try. It is recorded in the ancient books on Queryong Mountain that people who turn into monsters and monsters generally cannot turn back into humans, but this is different."
Xia Zhichan shook her already leaky sleeves and smiled to herself. Regarding the knowledge of subduing demons, Quelong Mountain has the most detailed knowledge. There are many things that neither Buddhism nor Taoism has.
Well, actually it’s not that Buddhism and Taoism don’t have relevant ancient books. But back then, Yan Chixia snatched up all the ancient books... ahem, borrowed them from Sleeping Dragon Mountain, and never returned them after that.
Buddhism and Taoism are still focused on cultivating immortality, and the magic about subduing demons is just a side branch, so they don't really care.
"Demons and ghosts have either lost their souls and been invaded by evil spirits, or they have lost their bodies and can only transform into beasts. Only evil spirits are actually people who are invaded by strong evil spirits and murderous spirits into their bodies, and then some other changes occur, and finally they become Damn it."
"A person must have a body and three souls and seven souls to be a complete person. Although the evil spirit is already considered a demon, his body and soul are complete. Logically speaking, as long as he finds a way to remove the evil spirit from his body , can restore him to an adult."
Jiang Qin nodded as if understanding, and then handed the pomegranate branch to Xia Zhichan.
The latter took it, looked at the nearly bald branches, and put the things into his right sleeve robe with some distress.
"Is there any healing medicine? Give me some."
Xia Zhichan was not polite and directly asked Jiang Qin for medicine to treat his injuries. Although he had countless cuts all over his body, he did not suffer any major injuries because of the black and white mysterious robe, which is a top-notch magic weapon. .
But Nan Er, who was lying on his back, had red blood slowly seeping out from the contact area with his back. If he didn't get treatment quickly, he might bleed to death.
Jiang Qin took out a white porcelain bottle from his sleeve robe and handed it over.
Xia Zhichan turned Nan Er over angrily, as if handling a dead pig that had just been slaughtered, without any patience.
He sprinkled the medicine Jiang Qin gave him on the wound on Nan Er's back, and saw that the wound quickly stopped bleeding, and then formed a brown blood scab. It seemed that it would not take long for the wound to be completely healed once the blood scab fell off.
"Ouch, I'm so exhausted..."
Xia Zhichan applied the medicine to Nan Er without turning him over, and walked directly to the steps beside him and sat down.
Jiang Qin looked at it, then walked over and sat next to Xia Zhichan.
"Thank you very much."
"Obviously I asked you to come here to catch monsters, but in the end, you came to thank me."
Jiang Qin pursed his lips and smiled slightly.
"Sometimes, some things can't be explained in a sentence or two. If I didn't come with you to catch monsters, I wouldn't be able to save my friend..."
Xia Zhichan reached out and took it out from her left sleeve, took out the black cat that had just blocked the knife for her, and gently placed it on the ground.
Meow~
The black cat gave a feeble cry, and the clear knife wounds on its back were still oozing out little by little black blood.
"Sorry……"
Xia Zhichan said, taking out the ghost bone biscuits that she had made before from her sleeve robe and placing them in front of the black cat.
Meow~
(Don’t think you can bribe me with this!)
Although the mouth was very tough, the black cat still couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food. He used the nails on his paws to hook up the largest biscuit, and then gnawed it with his head tilted.
Click, click, click.
After swallowing several small biscuits in a row, the darkened fur of the black cat gradually regained its luster, the wounds on its back gradually scabbed and healed, and its little tail began to dangle.
She seemed quite happy.
Alas, foodies are easy to coax. No matter how big the problem is, there is nothing that a hot pot, barbecue, and spicy hot pot meal cannot solve. If it really can't be solved, then have another meal.
Xia Zhichan was playing with the cat, but when she turned around, she found that Jiang Qin had been sitting very close to her, and she was sitting upright.
Of course he wouldn't think too much about it, because the woman's eyes never stayed on him, but stared at the black cat eating for a moment.
Jiang Qin's eyes widened, his lips trembled slightly, and his outstretched hand stayed in mid-air. He wanted to reach out, but then suddenly retracted it.
It's so cute, but it's a demon!
It's a monster, but it's so cute! ! !
Jiang Qin struggled for a long time, and finally looked for help at Xia Zhichan, who had been observing her for a long time. She did not speak, but the latter understood what she meant.
After the black cat recovered, Xia Zhichan collected all the remaining cookies on the ground. This move annoyed the black cat, who thought he could monopolize all the cookies. She was biting Xia Zhichan's sleeves that were almost in pieces.
So Xia Zhichan took a biscuit in her hand and teased the cat back and forth.
After seeing Jiang Qin's gaze, Xia Zhichan handed her the biscuit in her hand and motioned for her to feed the black cat.
Jiang Qin pinched the biscuit and put his hand down.
The black cat hesitated for a moment. She was a very proud cat demon. Except for the idiot owner who could feed her, others...
Ouch.
What's the use of dignity? Is it more delicious than biscuits?
The black cat licked the biscuits on Jiang Qin's fingertips. Occasionally, the cat's tongue would touch the skin on her fingers, causing her to let out a low exclamation.
…
In the courtyard, under the withered pomegranate tree.
Nangong No. 1 was still sitting on his grave, looking at the black mist at the door in boredom. He kept looking at it for who knows how long, and suddenly heard a voice: "Ah! Brother, I don't dare to do it anymore..." screams.
That was the second brother's voice. This sound seemed to be the scream when he beat the second brother for the first time. In order to sneak out to play, the second younger brother used candles and quilts to make a shadow of himself reading. Later, because the candle lit the quilt, the whole room almost burned down.
That was the first time he spanked his younger brother. He used a wooden board as wide as his palm to hit the second brother's butt again and again. Finally, the second brother's butt was so red and swollen that he couldn't even get out of bed for several days. .
"Haha, my naughty second brother has finally grown up..."
Just as he was talking, the black mist at the door was billowing, retreating little by little under the gaze of Nangong No. 1, and finally disappeared.
"It seems he succeeded... By the way, I forgot to ask his name."
It was a rare occasion when Nangong No. 1 was very nervous. He looked at his somewhat illusory body and could only sigh helplessly.
If he hadn't spent a lot of spiritual energy, he would have taken a walk in this house while the dark fog had receded but before dawn. After all, he was a ghost now.
But the spiritual energy was consumed too much, and Nangong No. 1 had a hunch that even if the black fog had receded, he still could not step out of the yard. If he left his body too far, he might really lose his soul.
"well……"
Nangong No. 1 looked at the moon that finally appeared in the sky. After being moistened by the moonlight, he felt that his body was slightly condensed. It was not as illusory as before, but he still couldn't leave here.
"well……"
He sighed again, feeling that he was sitting here waiting to die until dawn, and then he might really be out of his mind.
"Why are you sighing? The Nangong Number One I know is a person who doesn't know how to sigh..."
Following the sound, a woman in a red dress appeared at the door.
She had narrow eyes and a smile on her face as she looked at the man sitting on the mound in the courtyard, sighing.
"exquisite……"
The woman in the red dress gently lifted up her skirt, then jumped over the threshold and entered the courtyard.
Nangong No. 1 was completely stunned.
On that day of a certain year and a certain month, Nangong Qiqi, who was traveling alone in the world, came to a wine shop. He was sitting and drinking when suddenly a red-dressed heroine with bright clothes and an angry horse came to the door.
She wore a knife, tied up her horse, and broke into the wine shop.
It also broke into Nangong No. 1’s heart.
I don’t know how long it took from then on, but Nangong No. 1 finally spent all his efforts to trick the heroine he longed for and made her the young lady of the Nangong family.
"exquisite……"
Nangong No. 1 stood up.
Yes, he even died with his eyes closed and became a half-ghost. How could the ghosts of the Nangong family who were still waiting for death not exist?
The woman in the red dress walked over, as if meeting for the first time, stretched out her knife and tapped the dazed man on the head.
The scabbard was used at first, and it wasn't just a tap.
Nangong No. 1 subconsciously touched the top of his head. Although as a ghost, he should have lost the feeling of pain, he still recalled the original pain.
"My man, Mu Linglong, is not a guy who only cries..."
Although the woman said this, her eyes turned red first. If it weren't for the fact that she was a soul without tears, I'm afraid tears would have burst out of her eyes at this time.
Nangong No. 1 said nothing, and reached out to hug his wife, whom he had not seen for many years. The latter also slipped into his arms like a bird flying into the forest.
"I didn't expect to see you again..."
"You bastard! Do you really not want to see me? Have you never dreamed of me?"
The woman scolded loudly, but it was more coquettish than accusatory.
"Even if I dream about you every night, it's not really you..."
Nangong No. 1 shook his head. Maybe he couldn't discuss such a sad topic. He first let go of his hands holding the woman tightly.
Although the woman was reluctant to let go, she also broke away from the man's arms.
"Tonight is still very long, let's not talk about those unhappy things, let's talk about something happy..."
Nangong No. 1 held his wife’s hand, pointed at the mound in front of him as if to offer a treasure, and said with a smile:
"Come, madam, please sit down."
"What is this……"
The woman knows this courtyard. She visited Nangong No. 1 once after they got married, and knew that the pomegranate tree was planted by Mrs. Nangong herself.
But she had never seen this mound before.
Nangong No. 1 helped his wife sit down, and then said with a smile:
"This is my grave."
"ah?"
Mu Linglong looked at the unattractive man in front of her and suddenly felt a little dazed. When he followed me shamelessly, he seemed to be in the same disorganized manner.
"You are this person..."
The woman pouted, half complaining and half coquettishly poking the man's forehead with her finger. She didn't know whether what her husband said was true or false.
"Have I not always been like this?"
Nangong No. 1 was squatting next to him. His grave was not big, so it was just right for one person, but not enough for two people.
If I had known better, I should have asked the second brother's friend to help me pile some more dirt up there, so that at least two people could sit together.
"Yes - he has been so shameless since the first time we met."
The woman deliberately lengthened her voice.
"If I wasn't so shameless, how could I have married such a wonderful woman as my wife, who combines beauty and wisdom..."
Nangong No. 1 simply sat on the ground, half-leaning next to his wife. He smiled evilly and continued:
"Madam, when did you fall in love with me?"
"Who likes you! Don't be sentimental. If I hadn't accepted the Hongxia knife from you and you said that the knife was for your wife... I wouldn't marry you."
Mu Linglong stared. If it had been in the past, she would have hit Nangong No. 1 on the head with the Hongxia knife.
"Yes, I fell in love with my wife at first sight."
Nangong No. 1 is now completely willing to risk everything. They are all dead, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
After hearing this, Mu Linglong turned her face sideways, not wanting her husband to see her blushing. After trying hard for a long time, she said in a voice that was not much louder than a mosquito's hum:
"I don't remember when... I first hated you, a follower who doesn't know martial arts, and then I treated you as a friend... I don't know when, but I can't live without you..."
There is always endless talk between husband and wife.
Until the golden rooster crows, the world will be white.
I don't know when it started, but Nangong No. 1 was sitting on the grave, while Mu Linglong was lying on his side in his arms.
"Hey, Nangong No. 1... let's be husband and wife in the next life... okay?"
The man smiled and lowered his head to find her lips.
"OK."
The golden rooster sings three times, and the world becomes clear.
There was no one under the dry pomegranate tree.
