He didn't want to have anything to do with her anymore, so he didn't want to even look at her more.

But on the other side, on the boulder, she looked at him coming down from the wind, but she didn't say a word, and when she turned around, her figure turned into thick ink and disappeared.

Seeing her leave like this, Si Jun was quite surprised, he thought that with her relationship with him, he would at least step forward and entangle again, but she didn't even look at him again, as if she was just a passerby, walking chicly.

In the rolling evil air, Yexi's white clothes were blown away by the wind, and Si Jun behind her looked at the direction in which she disappeared and said: "Yesterday at the gate of the main hall, seeing her crying so sadly, I can't help but sigh, the Demon Venerable can be said to be very affectionate to the emperor, but I didn't expect to make the words clear, she put it very quickly." ”

His cold eyebrows seemed to be quenched with ice, without a trace of emotion, but his eyes were looking at the cracks, and the frozen heart lake trembled slightly for no reason.

The ghost respectfully returned to the world, and with it, the unjust ghosts sealed in the one hundred and eight layers of purgatory.

People come and go in Yangzhou city is very lively, Su bone comes to the wind, falls on the roof to show the figure, overlooks the vicinity of Yangzhou city on the roof, but sees the ghost in the city, thinks that there is a dead soul hiding in it.

What happened in purgatory must be asked by someone, and perhaps a clue to the ghost venerable can be asked.

She jumped off the roof, chasing the ghost towards the city.

In the abandoned alley, the little Taoist priest and storyteller who escaped from purgatory shrank in the alley in horror and trembled, the little Taoist looked at the burned talisman in his hand, and the tears rolled down, the storyteller gasped and patted the little Taoist on the shoulder, and said: "Now I believe that you have the ability to go down to the underworld, but you should also believe my words, there are really one hundred and eight layers of purgatory in the underworld." ”

The little Taoist priest didn't seem to hear it, and the tears in his hand fell even more, this is the last talisman left by the master, and he still hoped to use this talisman to find the traces of the master, but now this last talisman with the master's true qi has also been destroyed, and I am afraid that I will not be able to find the master in this life.

The storyteller saw that the little Taoist priest didn't speak, turned his head to look, but saw that his tears were like falling beans, and he was suddenly startled, and comforted him a little helplessly: "Why are you crying, aren't you all back, it's okay, don't cry?"

The little Taoist priest looked at the talisman in his hand with tears in his eyes, and said: "This is the last talisman left by the master, and it was used to escape for his life, and it has become so bad, I am afraid that I will never find the master again in the future."

The storyteller breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and said: "I should be a big deal, if something is broken, it will be broken, if your master and apprentice are destined, they can come to meet thousands of miles." He said and scratched his chest, only to feel that his chest hurt badly, so he pulled the little Taoist priest and said, "Little Taoist, my chest hurts badly, you can help me take a look." ”

The little Taoist priest wiped his tears and tore open his shirt in the past, but saw that the position of his chest was a red scar the size of a palm, so he reached out to touch it, and his fingers touched the thing, and the storyteller screamed in pain like a pig: "It hurts"

The little Taoist priest's fingers touched the scar, and a powerful force bounced him away, and he was taken aback: "What is this?"

"What's something" The storyteller looked down, reached out to touch it, touched it, and suddenly it hurt and screamed again, and he endured the sharp pain to touch it, and felt that his chest was an egg-like thing, and like a cocoon, wrapped in his chest, and the thing had life, beating with his heartbeat.

(Markor Literature-)