The smoke of gunpowder dissipated, and the dark night of Baishui Village was breezy. Because of Xiao Thirteen's distant marriage and kinship, the war between Jiubu and Kyushu came to a bleak end, but some stories are destined not to end here.

Osmanthus Xuan, the summer breeze is like smoke and Gen Kun has already slept, under the osmanthus tree at the door, a coffin is steaming, the coffin is blackened throughout, the wood is strong, and the osmanthus goddess is engraved on it. The osmanthus tree behind the coffin is full of paper and copper bells, and in front of the coffin, several candles twist and pinch in the cold wind to maintain the light. The moon was submerged in the clouds, a few bursts of birds passed through the laurel tree, and in front of the candles, a man sat cross-legged, doing a trick to summon spirits.

That person is none other than Feng Wumian, from childhood to adulthood, Nangong has always accompanied him, although they are master and servant, they are like sisters and brothers, now she was blinded by someone, and lost her life for saving Ah Yan, Feng Wumian didn't want Nangong to leave him like this. She started the oracle that had been sealed in the dust of white water for many years, and wanted to refine Nangong into a puppet and always be by her side.

With the start of the wind sleepless oracle, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, the dark paper on the osmanthus tree also spontaneously combusted, the copper bells jingle non-stop, a few candles are extinguished at once, the coffin coffin is broken like a thunderbolt, and the two hands stretch out along the edge of the coffin. Suddenly, he turned over, and the body in the coffin also stood up, and after a closer look, he found that the corpse was full of whiteness, without a trace of blood on his lips and teeth, his eyes were dull, and his hair was messy.

Feng Wumian stopped the oracle in his hand, got up and walked to the puppet's side, touched his face and shouted Sister Nangong.

A burst of sonorous footsteps came, and Arou Kyoka and others rushed over.

Zichun walked to the puppet with a smile, looked at her, and whispered, "Hey, how did Sister Nangong become a demon?" and pointed to Feng Wumian and said: "You are the maid next to Eighth Sister, how did you become a man?" haha, I also want to change, I also want to change...... Oh, oh, oh, I'm going to be a ghost and kill those ...... Oh......" Zichun smiled and ran away.

Arou frowned and said, "Do you know what you're doing?" Nangong is dead, what's the use of you leaving a corpse without any emotion by your side?"

Feng Wumian smirked: "What's the use?hahaha, you naturally don't understand!"

Ju Yue quickly walked up to Feng Wumian and gave him a slap: "My white water has come to this step of the field, all of which were given by you! Now you have come up with this evil demon crooked method, and you actually use the oracle to refine the puppet!"

Huai Xu said: "Ninth Sister is right, if it weren't for you, Bai Shui would not have been slaughtered, and Eighth Sister would not have died tragically for saving the wild seed born to you and others!"

After that, Juyue Huaixu threw his sleeves and left.

"Since you have activated the oracle, you are violating the rules of the White Water Clan, and tomorrow morning, you will leave the Jurchen with the mountain god and Ah Yan!" Ah Rou looked up at the moon in the sky and walked past Feng Wumian.

Qingxiang was silent for a while: "Tomorrow, the Yin and Yang Clan, the Xian Clan, and the Human Race will leave Baishui and go to Xiaoyao Mountain, if you don't want to walk alone, just follow." ”

Feng Wumian said expressionlessly: "Thank you, second sister." Not necessarily. ”

Kwonxiang tugged at Feng Wumian's chest and clothes: "Who are you pretending to be dead now, Nangong is not the only one who died in my white water, and now the life and death of Jiayue Bingyue is unknown, and the cicada was captured by the gangsters again, you and Arou Xiaojiao are the only three men left in our clan." Now that I'm in such a situation, how can I still kill the wicked like I did in the past! If I were a man, I wouldn't let the evil demon hurt my daughter of Baishui for half a point!"

Kooka pushed Wind Sleepless to the ground.

A cold light shone from Feng Wumian's eyes: "When the warbler, the cicadas chirp." Xiaoyao Mountain, Xianle Clan. Sumire!"