Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

Although fierce on the outside, the gentle mountain ghost on the inside sat in the cave, looking at the scattered soul of his wife, disheartened, and decided to accompany him with death.

It staggered to its feet, looked at the stone wall in the distance, lowered its head, and suddenly ran and slammed its head into it.

Zhang Yao was stunned by this face, and he didn't react until the mountain ghost broke off a sheep's horn on the top of his head for the first time.

"Hey! Don't be impulsive! Zhang Yao hurriedly ran forward.

"Xiao Yaoyao~ You persuade it first, I'll go out." Zhen waved his hand at him from behind and hurried into the passage.

"Didn't you say youkai don't kill themselves! - "Looking at his back, Zhang Yao was angry.

Seeing that the mountain ghost was about to hit his head again and break the blood flow, he jumped behind the mountain ghost with a strong step, and then turned on the shield technique, no matter how it broke free or held on.

"You calm me down~~ Why do you have so much strength?" Zhang Yao was thrown in a daze, and he was still blaming Zhen in his heart, why was he so unparticular and threw himself here.

After jumping for nearly an hour, both of them were tired enough, and the mountain ghost was lying on the ground, with no breath in. Zhang Yao was lying next to him, his legs still wrapped around his waist, and one arm tightly around his neck. Beads of sweat the size of beans covered his cheeks, and his whole body was washed like water.

Pan Zhenfeng ran back in a hurry, followed by a person.

"Mountain ghosts! - Mountain ghost - look what I brought back. Zhen said and walked to the mountain ghost with the zither in his arms.

It turned out that he had just gone out to make a phone call and asked Qian to send Ji Lian's real body in Zhang Yao's room.

The mountain ghost opened his eyes slightly. The moment I glanced at the guzheng, I suddenly came to the spirit.

"Little pity, little pity"

Zhang Yao also got up from the ground. He looked at Zhen, rolled his eyes, and asked suggestively: What do you mean? Did it work?

Zhen nodded, stretched out his hand and dragged Zhang Yao up, and whispered: "Monsters are different from people, as long as the real body is not destroyed and the spiritual power is strong enough." She's still alive. ”

"Really?"

"Tsk! What am I lying to you for? I used to encounter this kind of thing when there were many youkai. Zhen glanced at the mountain ghost who was stroking the qin: "Hey, you take us to find the spiritual power of this spiritual mountain, and it is estimated that the poor girl can also come back to life." ”

It raised its head and thought in confusion: "I don't know where the spirit in this mountain comes from?" ”

"Huh??" The two shouted in unison.

"Though I have lived in this mountain for a thousand years. But I could only feel the presence of the Spirit, but I didn't know where it came from. ”

"So what now?" Zhang Yao stared at the shock.

He could also see the monster when he entered the cave, and he was already shocked by the appearance of the mountain ghost.

"You're not trying to find a way for it, are you?"

"At first, it was, but now it's more problematic." Zhang Yao said helplessly.

Only Zhen is pondering. He glanced at Zhang Yao. Glancing at the guzheng again: "Xiao Yaoyao, you said that you can open my yin and yang eyes, since your spiritual power is so strong, can you try to pass it on to the poor girl." ”

Everyone present listened quietly, and a drop of water fell from the stalactite, fell to the ground with a thud, and broke into four petals.

After a long time, Zhang Yao nodded: "I'll try it." I don't know if I can do it, but I don't even have a chance if I don't try. ”

He walked up to the mountain ghost and gently picked up the zither. Sit cross-legged and rest the instrument on your lap.

Raising his hand to caress the strings, he knew he had never learned this thing, but he didn't know why he felt a sense of déjà vu in his heart.

Close your eyes and concentrate on it, and slowly release your spirit. The hexagram on the left wrist became brighter and brighter, and another Zhang Yao wandered out.

He sat on top of each other with his flesh, plucking the strings lightly, his hands dancing, and a euphemistic sound permeated the cave.

Blue aura emanates from the fingertips and gradually pours into the guqin, and the body becomes brighter and brighter.

After the song was played, Ji Lian had been reborn, and she stood beside Zhang Yao, staring at him.

Ouyang Qian glanced at Pan Zhen beside him and said softly, "You already know who he is, don't you?" ”

Zhen also seemed to have just woken up from his shock: "At first I was just guessing, but now I'm pretty sure it's him." ”

Zhang Yao slowly retracted his mind and opened his eyes. Alas? How can I still play this thing? Was it really yourself just now? He was confused.

raised her head and looked at the woman in the white dress full of ancient charm in front of her, and felt comforted: "Sister Ji Lian, have you come back to life?" ”

"Little mercy and little mercy" The mountain ghost ran over in two steps, and hugged his wife tightly with both arms.

"Husband, you and I can be reunited today, and we should thank them."

"Yes, yes, thank you." The mountain ghost cried with joy, and he couldn't care about the image of the demon king.

Just when everyone was moved by this warm picture, suddenly there was a loud explosion outside the mountain.

The construction of the high-speed railway has officially started, and this spiritual mountain is also facing the first catastrophe in tens of thousands of years.

A mountain, a rock, a tree, they may have multiplied for generations. I have seen a lot of people's warmth and sorrow, joys and sorrows, and if they can speak, then it must tell a beautiful story.

"Let's get out of here." Zhang Yao reluctantly glanced at the beautiful cave, the stalactites dripping with water droplets.

It's really sad to be nostalgic but can't keep it.

The three of them returned to Zhen's villa with two homeless monster couples, and everyone's mood was a little heavy.

Zhang Yao sat alone on the bench in front of the lake, watching the ripples on the lake, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number of the demon spirit.

"Hello?"

A young girl answered the phone: "Hello? Husband, do you miss me so soon? ”

"Cough, cough, cough" Zhang Yao choked in fright: "Ling'er, I want to ask you, is there a way to move a mountain?" ”

"Moving mountains? Do you want to be a fool? Husband, you haven't returned to your soul, or I'll go with my sister to treat you in a few days. The demon chuckled.

"No, what I said is true, something happened recently, dozens of monsters are homeless, and they are all counting on a big mountain, but now that the mountain is going to be destroyed, I really can't think of a good way." Zhang Yao was very frustrated.

"Well, last time I left, I asked Qian to leave the Moro Ball for you."

"Well, he gave it to me, does that work?"

"Of course it works! You go to the bottom of the mountain in the middle of the night, take out the Moro ball, and then," the demon suddenly stopped in the middle of speaking, and another little female voice came from the phone, 'Who are you calling?' ’

'Nobody, phone fraud*. ’

'So you've been talking to him for so long?' ’

'Well, he loves to listen to me and say I'm cute. ’

"Hey! Husband, call me when you get there at night, I'll hang up first. The demon said a hurried word and hung up.

Zhang Yao looked at his mobile phone in confusion, thinking in his mind, how can the demon spirit help? (To be continued.) )