The fairy maids were startled, and they got up and stood in a row, nervously lowering their heads and not daring to squeak again.

Si Jun said: "Tiangui Mountain is a pure place, if anyone doesn't want to be clean, the door of Tiangui Mountain is always open." ”

"My lord spares my life, and the slave and maid don't dare anymore."

The fairy maids were so frightened that they hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy in fear.

Although it is said that the red dust is enviable, but there are not only in the red dust, but also the unpredictable impermanence and suffering, who is willing to run to the mortal world and fall into reincarnation forever.

Si Jun looked up at the main hall, in the main hall, Ye Xi was sitting cross-legged in a white robe, his long hair was waist-length like silk, and his eyes were closed quietly, but he was not settled.

Si Jun walked in, bent down respectfully, and saluted: "Emperor." ”

He opened his eyes and asked in a cool voice, "How's it going?" ”

Si Jun said: "The news has spread. ”

He sat there cross-legged, the sun falling on him, bathed in the sun, and his white garment seemed to glow, like the snow of the mountains, unstained with dust.

Si Jun raised his eyes to look at him, and he didn't know what those immortal maids said outside the hall, lest he be worried, he thought about it, and said: "When I went, I happened to meet Su Gu and Lieyun to fight for soldiers, and casually made up a pretense, saying that I still had the child of the snake king in the room, and Lieyun's group was also confused, so it was ridiculous that she was deceived in a daze." ”

He said, carefully watching Yexi.

But seeing Yexi close his eyes, he said coldly: "How she is, it has nothing to do with me, you don't have to explain it to me." ”

Si Jun smiled lightly, bent down and saluted.

In the mortal world, the figures in the city of Yangzhou in the dead of night gradually dispersed, and at the third watch, the husband knocked on the bang and came out, and in the cell, Han Qizi, who woke up from a coma, lay on the ground with a look of life worse than death, looking at the roof with a dull gaze, to be precise, looking at the bloody faces in front of him.

There were more souls in the prison than in the streets, and they were even more terrifying, and those who died in vain, as well as the lonely souls and wild ghosts outside the prison, gathered towards him one after another.

Without the spirit talisman to protect him, Han Qizi's surroundings were crowded with dead souls.

What are they doing?

What do they want to do?

Lying on the ground, Han Qizi asked himself, he has never done anything hurtful in his life, if he has to say it, it is a cheap mouth to instigate the little Taoist priest to take him to the underworld, which can be regarded as retribution, and now he has a ghost in his body.

Perhaps because of this ghost venerable, there were more and more souls gathered around him, and he saw more and more.

With a sigh, Han Qizi said to the undead souls who were watching: "It's useless for you to follow me, I'm not a Hades king, I'm not a ghost venerable, you look at me, I don't have any way." ”

However, the group of dead souls whose facial features had rotted were still gathering from all directions.

Han Qizi was about to say something, suddenly his eyes turned green, his mind was suddenly blank, he looked at the souls in front of him, stood up, stretched out his hand, and a force rolled out of his palm, and the surrounding souls instantly distorted, turning into gray smoke and rolling into his palm, rolling into a tornado, and finally getting smaller and smaller, shrinking into a small black ball, his fingertips moved, and the gray was instantly quenched out, and the gray attached to it fell off like dust, leaving a dazzling white light, he opened his mouth and swallowed the light into it.

The light swallowed in, the green light in Han Qizi's eyes disappeared, and the whole person instantly regained consciousness, only to see that the cell that was still full of sheds was empty at the moment, and there was no longer a dead soul to be seen.

(Markor Literature-)