When the ghost was crying wolf outside, Bu An was thinking about two questions.

The first question is, isn't doing this a bit like Gongsun Pang?

Don't get me wrong, he's thinking about this very rationally and doesn't mean to blame himself. Gongsun Pang killed people without blinking, but was thrown into the canal but held back until he gathered the six divisions to set up a siege, and then immediately fled away after missing a blow, which is simply a model of judging the situation and is worth learning.

Of course, this little old man's pattern is a little smaller, his vision is lower, and his brain is sometimes not very useful, so these shortcomings are not worth learning.

The second question is, when is it appropriate to rush out?

As time goes on, this issue becomes more and more important. Because they went out early, the officers and men, and the ghosts were all enemies of the Seventh Division, and if they didn't do well, they would lose their troops; if they went out late, the ghosts of the officers and men would be clean and wounded, but when the ghost spirit dissipated, the benefits would not be reaped.

Glancing at the people of the Seven Divisions who "have nothing to do with themselves", Bu An decided to do psychological counseling first.

He said: "We can't watch all the officers and soldiers die cleanly......

Deng Xiaoxian lay on the bed and said leisurely: "You are still too kind-hearted." Now, if we change to a different one, we are desperate, and the officers and soldiers are hiding, do you think they will come out?"

Blind Zhang said in a deep voice: "Don't interject the flower Taoist, Bu Ye hasn't finished speaking." ”

Bu An knew that Deng Xiaoxian was right, and he also knew that Zhang Blind actually thought the same way, even Qingshan had no sympathy for the officers and soldiers - of course Bu An himself didn't, and he couldn't pretend to be able to pretend.

It's useless to know righteousness to these people in the Seven Divisions, and Bu An is not so shameless as to use Saving Xinyu as an excuse for himself to rub ghosts.

Naturally, he could not say a word, and when the time was almost up, he pushed the door and yelled "rush me", and in a daze, most of the people rushed out.

But he empathized, if he encountered an accident without explaining the reason, and slapped the table as soon as he did it, after a long time, he would definitely feel that this person was mentally ill and not worth following him.

In fact, when Bu An was thinking about these, he had subconsciously regarded the people of the Seven Divisions as his own people, and no longer regarded the Seven Divisions as a business. The business runs away from the old guys, and there are new guys coming in, and there is always a day when the guys are scattered, so you don't need to think about it so much.

Bu An gradually discovered that the answer to the question "When is it appropriate to rush out?" actually meant that he valued his cultivation more seriously and his own human life too seriously, in other words, he was more cold-blooded and more humane.

He smiled and looked up at the ceiling, as if as time went on, he had more and more human touches on him, which was a very interesting experience.

When the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves outside weakened slightly, Bu An felt that it was not a good thing to be too human, so he got up and said, "These ghosts have hidden a lot of silver......

Deng Xiaoxian sat up from the bed: "Really?"

"If you don't believe it, ask Su Su ......"

Su Su remembered the scene when Childe asked the ghost for silver, and couldn't help but tremble, but she still nodded vigorously to prove that Childe was not lying.

"Don't let the officers and soldiers rob it!" Bu An ordered Deng Xiaoxian and Hui Yuan, and then took a thick stack of soul suppression talismans from You Ping's hand, and ordered Qingshan to stay to protect everyone, and then carefully pushed the door out.

There was not a single ghost in the courtyard, and the sounds of wailing and fighting came from the side of the street along the river.

Deng Xiaoxian walked in the last one, gently closed the door, followed Bu'an and walked a few steps, and suddenly said softly: "No, when the officers and soldiers are dead, not all the silver is ours." Why rush?"

Bu An turned his head and glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I have a point." Actually, it doesn't make sense, and you can only use authority.

For the time being, his authority is still useful, and Deng Xiaoxian really kept his mouth shut.

The three of them stepped out of the open courtyard gate, and Monk Huiyuan glanced at it before entering the alley, Bu'an followed suit, and Deng Xiaoxian fell last. Along the alley, the sound of the fight in the ears became smaller and smaller, but if you carefully identify it, the sound is clearly coming from outside the alley, but there is a Xiao wall at the entrance of the alley, and you can't see the scene on the street.

Monk Huiyuan also seemed to realize something, and his footsteps gradually became faster; Bu An followed closely, holding the pile of talisman paper in his left hand, and the cold dagger had been pulled out with his right hand; Deng Xiaoxian did not fall behind, the footsteps were behind Bu An, and the sound of breathing gradually became shorter.

Before rushing to the entrance of the street, the pungent smell of blood came in, and there was a mutilated corpse in the corner of the wall, and Bu An suddenly remembered that this was probably the officer and soldier who had already touched the alley as the blind man said.

Monk Huiyuan ran faster and faster, and when he went around the Xiao wall, he sang "Amitabha......

Bu An ran out after him, stepping from the dim alley to the bright street, and at the same time there were more than a dozen ghosts entering his body, but he felt that it was dark in front of him, and he almost vomited.

The whole street was littered with corpses, dozens of human-like monsters, surrounded by black mist, crawling among them, gnawing at the bloody corpses, while looking at the three people at the entrance of the alley. This scene was bloody and weird, even if Bu'an's killer took the knife, he still couldn't help but feel disgusted and horrified.

"All appearances are vain...... If you see that everything is not the same, then you will see the ...... "Monk Huiyuan has turned into a phantom and shot out, and the voice of chanting scriptures seems to be elongated, and it sounds extremely low......

Bu An felt that there was a ghost qi entering his body, and before he had time to realize it, he shook his hand and threw out all the runes that You Ping had drawn all night.

At this time, the street on one side of him was blocked by Monk Huiyuan, but on the other side, six or seven monsters turned into humanoid black mist and flew over quickly, only to pause for a moment when they were stained with rune paper flying in the air, and then returned to their original state.

But it was this slight lag time that gave Deng Xiaoxian a moment of reaction time.

"The Ten Thousand Gods Dynasty Ritual Control makes the thunder ghosts and demons lose their fear, and the spirits are as anxious as the law!" Deng Xiaoxian breathed a breath and recited the golden light to guide the thunder to suppress the evil spell, and the thunder in front of him suddenly appeared, and four or five yin spirits that rushed to the front were split and exploded, like a disintegrating sandbag.

At this time, there were two remaining Yin Spirits that flew over, panickedly avoiding Deng Xiaoxian, who was covered with golden light, and pounced towards Bu'an.

The grim viscous touch and hammer-like weight hit at the same time, and Bu An fell on a corpse with a thud, half of his clothes had been torn to shreds, and there were five blood marks on his bare shoulders that were deep and bone-deep, and the heart-rending pain was a moment late before he came to his heart.

But the yin spirit that succeeded in the heavy blow also let out a scream of "ah" at the same time, and fell down like a broken pocket, instantly turning into a middle-aged man who was on the ground. It's the rich squire in Liudian Town!

Bu An knew why he was screaming, and on his shoulder, there was a ghost qi coming in from the bleeding wound, which was as clear as the pain!

It turns out that the ghosts who are jumping around can also be rubbed off by themselves! It's just a little more expensive......

At this time, Monk Huiyuan also retreated to Bu'an and Deng Xiaoxian's side, and more and more yin spirits gathered in this direction.

And on the other side of the river, a voice suddenly came.

"Look! There are people! There are still living people!"

"It's those thieves!" was the voice of the roadblocker.

"No! That's Bu Gongzi! It's Tianmu Academy!"

Bu An was in a trance, a little puzzled, how this woman followed like a shadow, and how she ran with the officer and soldier.

He didn't have time to think about it, stared at the slightly weakened face of the squire's ghost, casually touched a long sword on the ground, and stood up with a sneer.

On the streets along the river in Liudian Town, nearly a hundred ghosts slowly gathered, surrounding a monk and a Confucian in the center.