Before waiting for the end of Youyang to arrive, Yan Luo felt that every minute and every second was torment, she climbed the roof early and waited, for fear of missing the light of today's Youshi, she didn't want to wait any longer, she didn't want to think about it for a minute or a second, she wanted to see the Oriental Festival tonight.

"Have you ever thought that when the soul gathers, it will disperse, and the side of don't want to only increase sadness, why bother?" Zong said solemnly on the side, he saw that Yan Luo was very attentive to this matter, and kindly reminded him.

"As long as he still has a trace of his soul, I have a way to keep him by my side"

Yan Luo smiled meaningfully, isn't it just a sentence of flesh! What's the big deal, everything in the world is available, and I'm afraid it's difficult to shape a physical body? Even if you still lack a soul and a few souls, you can come and go freely in the world, and there is naturally a way to keep your soul.

"Alright! You're amazing."

Even though he seemed to feel that he had underestimated this little demon girl before, this little demon girl was not as weak as she seemed on the surface, you know, things that cannot be forced are so easy for her to say, if there is no certain means, how dare you say such big things.

What a human being who is unseemly! has a face that brings disaster to the country and the people, I thought it was a showmanship, but I didn't expect it to be a powerful faction.

This time, he really looked away!

"Little demon girl, didn't you ask me before what this lamp doesn't burn oil! I can tell you now what it burned! Do you want to hear it? ”

Even though she deliberately sold Guanzi to let Yan Luo guess, she couldn't guess, which made Zong feel a sense of accomplishment.

"You lean over here, I'll tell you what it is"

Laughing and grinning, the naughty appearance is a little naughty.

"What is it?"

Yan Luo stretched his neck and approached Zong, because he was a lamp spirit, so he couldn't be too far away from the lamp, so she put the lamp beside her, and the two of them sat on the ridge of the roof together, looking very harmonious.

"Blood"

Laughing very innocently, the words she said really made Yan Luo frown, she heard it right, right?

Even though she just said that the Soul Gathering Lamp burns not oil but blood, such an evil thing, she has never heard of the saying that the lamp burns blood instead of oil.

This is normal from beginning to end, the lamp is lit without fire but with the light of Youyang Sunset West Mountain, the lamp burns not oil but blood, sure enough, the holy relics are different!

"And what is the wick used for?"

Yan Luo asked suspiciously, since there is 'fire' and 'oil', what is the wick? I can't afford to light this lamp without a wick? Faintly, Yan Luo felt that it was definitely not a simple thing, and she began to panic a little, this lamp was too weird, and the things used were unexpected.

"It's simple, just a strand of hair"

Laughing and laughing, he didn't know where to take out a small pair of scissors and handed them over, and he was stunned.

Is this going to make a wick out of her hair?

It's so strange how this lamp is used! You see:

Light point light

Blood is oil

Hair is the core

None of them are normal.

"Hurry up, the sun is about to set, and if you delay the hour, then continue tomorrow! I don't have to worry about it, I have plenty of time."

Even if he shrugged his shoulders, anyway, it wasn't that he was in a hurry to gather his soul, he didn't care.

Yan Luo didn't hesitate to take the scissors, quickly cut off a strand of hair, and handed it to Zong, "Is it enough?" Not enough for me to cut a little more."

"Enough, you should burn a fire? Why do you want so much? He looked at the smoke and said, "Cut your hand and pour blood on the lamp."

"Use mine?"

"Nonsense, don't you use mine?"

Zong's mouth is very mean, and the words he says are always so scareless that you have nothing to say, Yan Luo looked at his arrogant appearance, endured the pain and cut his hand with scissors, dripping blood on the lamp.

Yan Luo found that this lamp was very weird, it was actually 'eating' her blood, as the blood disappeared, the lamp body suddenly exploded a ball of red light, the light was as red as blood, stabbing people unable to open their eyes, followed by huge fluctuations, as if a certain power that had been frozen for a long time was instantly released, the power was somewhat amazing.

However, it didn't hurt Yan Luo in the slightest, Yan Luo looked at Zong in confusion and cast a puzzled gaze.

"Look what I'm doing, you come and get the lamp, the sun is about to set," Zong urged, ignoring Yanluo's gaze.

"Oh!" Yan Luo hurriedly and carefully went to get the lamp, only to find that the originally closed lotus-shaped lampstand had now been opened, and the previous black lamp body had long been spotless, and the silver lotus seemed to come to life and shine.

The setting sun was already hanging in the air, like a disc, and it shone on the earth, as if it had gilded a piece of land.

Even if she threw the hair in her hand, they flew into the lamp by themselves as if they had eyes, and the blood before Yanluo had already gathered at the wick, and she held the lamp to the sunset, feeling a little apprehensive.

Little by little, the sun sets and changes colors, as if it wants to show its dazzling colors to all things in the world.

The last rays of sunlight were about to be swallowed up, and the soul gathering lamp suddenly lit up, startling Yanluo, she had been too focused before, so she was frightened.

Looking at the strange blood-red flames, Yan Luo smiled.

The lights were lit, and she could see the Oriental Festival right away.

"Alright, let's go down first!"

As soon as it floated down first, Yan Luo followed, carefully guarding the center of the lamp, with an irrepressible smile on his face.

She Yue couldn't see Zong, so she always thought that Yan Luo was talking to herself on the roof alone, and she was startled at first, but no matter how she shouted or screamed below, Yan Luo seemed to be unable to hear.

Later, Zhiniang told her that she couldn't disturb Yanluo, so she stopped, but she was still not at ease, so she kept guarding below.

"Yueniang, go back! I'm fine, don't come to my yard if you're okay tonight."

Yan Luo passed by Sheyue and said, Sheyue felt that Yanluo was very wrong today, but she couldn't say what was wrong, she wanted to say something, and when she turned around, she saw Yanluo coming to the door, and finally she had to give up.

Inside the house

Hanging in the air, Yan Luo's hands were now sweating nervously, she was a little scared, afraid that he was really dead, and there was no trace of soul, if that was the case, what should she do then?

But, at the same time, he was sure that he could not die.

"What's next?" Yan Luo's voice trembled slightly.

"Say that person's name, remember, be sincere! Use your mind to bring me to the place where he died."

After saying a serious admonition, he plugged his head into the lamp and disappeared in front of Yan Luo, and at the same time, the light of the lamp body suddenly flourished.

Yan Luo took a heavy breath when she saw this, then closed her eyes, calmed down, her mind drifted across the mountains and the sea to Jiuhua Mountain, everything moved quickly from the time she returned, she didn't want to recall the situation of that day, but she had to do this, she wanted to find the soul of the Oriental Sacrifice, so she had to bring it here.

Tongyu and Zhiniang were guarding the roof in the distance, they remembered Yanluo's words, and they didn't dare to get too close for fear of disturbing her.

Tongyu looked at the room from afar, and had mixed feelings in her heart, if my sister could find the soul of the Oriental Sacrifice, it would be great, if not, my sister should die!

"Dongfang Festival, you are really a good fate, you can make your sister miss you so much, and abandon Jiuye for you, you better not let her down, even if there is only one soul and one soul, you have to come back"

Tong Yu muttered to herself, suddenly, she hoped that Yan Luo could find the soul of the Oriental Sacrifice, so that Yan Luo would not be sad and sad anymore.

In Zhiniang's heart, she always thought that the father of Yanluo's child was Jiuye, but she didn't expect it to be.

Oriental Festival? Who are they?

What kind of person is he, he actually made Yan Luo give up Jiuye and choose him.

A man like Jiuye's god would actually lose to a person?

………

Many questions echoed in Weaver Niang's heart, but now was not the time to ask these questions, so she endured it alive.

Time passed little by little, and the two of them stood in the cold wind, and they didn't feel the cold at all, and both of them stared at Yanluo's room with blazing eyes.

The night, quiet and a little hesitant, the dark night of winter is always the most difficult to guess, the moon is as pure as the girl of first love, and a slight shyness faintly appears on her white cheeks.

The moonlight is so cold, the trembling feeling is like a broken stone, like the bottom of the heart of a gentle lake, gently rippling, reflecting the bits and pieces, small and fragmented memories of the past, a few stars beating in the distance, and after a while, the star will disappear in the night sky.

"How can it take so long? Could it be that something is wrong? ”

Tong Yu muttered, she was a little impatient to wait, the time was inevitably too long, it was almost two hours, she was worried about Yanluo's safety, and she was going down.

"Don't rush to go first, in case it's a critical moment, won't you give up all your success as soon as you break in like this? You're going to hurt Yan Luo" Zhi Niang was very calm and persuaded her, she believed that Yan Luo would be fine.

"But..."Tongyu wanted to argue, but before he had said two words, he heard a 'plop' sound on the wall beside him, as if something had fallen, and the movement was not small, and it was like the movement that interrupted Tongyu's words.

Zhiniang also heard it, and the two rushed in that direction at the same time, there seemed to be a figure lying on his stomach in the corner not far away, the two frowned at the same time, Tongyu quietly flew down, and Zhiniang followed.

What kind of thing lives, but dare to climb into their yard, the courage is really not small!

"It seems to be a person, and I'm injured," Weaver said.

"What a cat and a dog, it's really bold"

Tong Yu stepped forward in displeasure, rudely grabbed the back of the man's neck, and looked at the person in front of him.

Despite the darkness of the day, she could see the person clearly, with a tall nose, thin lips, sword-like eyebrows flying diagonally into a few strands of black hair under the corners of the sideburns, a handsome side face, and a perfectly contoured face.

He was dressed in a night suit, and he was wounded in many places, and the wounds were still gushing blood, and he had already passed out.

Tongyu threw him down in disgust, because the movement was too violent, the man's head hit the ground hard, and Zhiniang felt pain next to him.

It's all the same, and it's a little ruthless.

"Who is he?"

“”

"Take the soul as the curse, take the spirit as the guide, the soul flies when you die, and the soul scatters when you die!"