Shen Ling said: "This is an inn, it is a place for people and ghosts to stay, and you will stand in the distance for a while, and I will go to negotiate with the shopkeeper." ”

He Yu nodded in agreement, Shen Ling walked straight in, and the shopkeeper of the ghost inn saw who was coming and opened his eyelids slightly.

Shen Hui leaned on the cabinet and whispered a few words to the shopkeeper, who immediately bent down and took out a long object wrapped in a white cloth from the cabinet and handed it to Shen Ling. Shen Miao whispered a few more words, turned to Heyu, and said, "Let's go, go up and rest with me first." ”

Although He Yan was full of doubts, she had to follow him into the store. There were a few guests sitting here and there on the benches and tables in the row, most of them bowing their heads and eating their meals, but there was no sound of conversation. As I saw just now, there were quite a few drinkers with white ropes tied around their waists, behaving in words and deeds, but they didn't seem to be from a sect.

The gloomy light only shone on half of Shen Ling's side face, and he said: "Just now I asked the shopkeeper about the origin of these people, and the shopkeeper only said that it was a big man. It's a coincidence that we're here, tomorrow is the condolence meeting held by the gods of Shangqing for the dead Chi Fengbo and Yu Yuanjun, and I think these people are invited to come to mourn. ”

The chord was suddenly, and just wanted to explain, but he didn't hesitate anymore and pulled her straight upstairs. There was only a "creaking" sound, and the door was closed, and all sounds were temporarily cut off.

He Yu thought that it had been some time since Yu Yuanjun passed away, and Shangqing was indeed mourning because of him. It's just that this meeting to mourn the two of them was unheard of before, and it didn't sound like etiquette at first glance, but the fine tasting was because Shangqing didn't want to make a big noise.

After all, the murderer is still far away.

Shen Miao plugged in the door bolt and said: "If this memorial service is low-key and calm, then Hao Yuanjun, who is in charge of this matter, probably won't invite many people, but those invited immortals are going to stay here, and we happened to meet them." ”

He Yan sighed slightly, "Tomorrow I will go to Yu Yuanjun to ask for a cup of tea, how about it? With the blessing of Shangqing, I think I can get rid of the pursuit of the devil." ”

Shen Hui lit a white candle on the table, carefully covered it with a lampshade, and the room suddenly showed a dilapidated scene. The benches and couches were covered with cobwebs, and the curtains and bedding were covered with dust. He said, "If you think it's good, I'll accompany you." It's just that there are few immortals invited this time, and it is not easy to get in. ”

He also helped dust off the window lattice, "Don't worry. I had some friendship with that Yuan Jun in the past, and he would not refute my face. ”

The sparkling eyes under the dark light were uncertain, and he suddenly whispered to her, "You come here." ”

He was stunned for a moment, stared at his face with a patchwork of light and shadow, and walked over, "Huh?"

Shen Ling handed over the long object he had obtained from the store to Hefei, with a slight softness between his eyebrows and eyes, and said, "You keep this for me." Don't open it now, it's somewhat useful when necessary. ”

He Yan took the object, one pointed end, and it was not very heavy in his hand, "What kind of powerful magic weapon is this, why did you suddenly give me this?"

Shen Qing cherished the words like gold: "It's nothing, it's okay to scare people when you encounter danger." ”

He thought that he had been being taken care of in recent days, and he had never known him, but he treated himself so dedicatedly. She was moved in her heart, but she couldn't say it clearly, so she only said softly: "What is the name of the song you played for me today? ”

Shen Qing said: "It is the "Thoughtful" on the former Lingyin Sutra. ”

He said: "If you have time, can you pass it on to me? I see that the song has the effect of purifying the heart and calming the nerves, and it is also good to learn to pass the time with nothing to do." ”

Shen Miao didn't have time to talk, only listened to the raindrops outside the window, and there was the sound of Teng Teng and Qi, I don't know what happened. The two were silent, looked at each other for a long time, opened the door, and saw that the walkers who were guests downstairs and the shops in the town were all gone, and the huge inn was empty, and the wind was loud, but there was not even a ghost.

It is not good to secretly scream with him, this is the yin market to "drive out the corpse".

The art of chasing corpses is prevalent in the desolation, which is very different from that of the people. It is not a lifeless corpse that is being driven away, but a "living dead" whose spiritual roots do not exist and whose six spirits are still there. Midnight dreams, a hundred ghosts walk at night, colliding with corpses.

The eerie undulating chanting of the watchman kept coming, and it sounded terrifying. Shen Ling said in a low voice: "The song is old and decaying, and it will be passed on to you tomorrow." The corpse is unknown, you and I don't have to rush, go to bed early. ”

It was dark at the moment, and the two were speechless.

I don't know how long the corpse order has been transmitted, and in his sleep, he only felt that he had returned to the bottom of the confession acupoint, and suddenly saw a blue butterfly fluttering by, with its wings fluttering, crystal blue and clear, like the blue lotus of the snow-capped mountain, and like the eyes of the goddess of light, the clouds and mist locked, as if it was not in the world.

There is such a thing here? He Yu couldn't move for a while, and he was stupid. The blue butterfly flew into the clouds, circling and tossing, and her eyes were confused, chasing the blue butterfly in a daze. She tripped over the stone steps beneath her feet, her ankle ached, and she rubbed her eyes, the sparkling blue butterfly was long gone.

Is this the feeling that Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies? He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that everything was silent, and the night was thick. She collapsed on the bed in a cold sweat, realizing that it was ridiculous that she had been fascinated by a butterfly in her dream.

The next day, the hundred ghosts retreated, and a layer of white paper money was scattered everywhere in the yin market, the wind fluttered, and the open flames were clustered, and it was mildew.

As soon as the two of them left to walk down the street, they felt that their shoulders were cold and biting, like entering an ice cellar. In order to avoid trouble, the two of them deliberately covered themselves with veils and followed a few people with white ropes around their waists. He Yu thought of the fantastic butterfly in her dream from time to time, and her heart was worried, but she didn't know how to tell Shen Ling.

On that day, the mourning hall was set up in the Twelve Great Purple Kunlun Palaces of the Underworld, and the secret letters were sent to the Xihai Wenhua Divine Honor, Yuze Zun Shen, Le Xian Great Sage, Jin Xin Xianzun, Zhiming Old Immortal, Hanchi Immortal Official, Taihe Immortal Zun, Zhixing Holy Envoy, Zhemao Immortal Monarch, Yangshuo Great God, Junming Holy Envoy, and the most important letter was sent to the brother of Dong Yuanjun - Southeast Han Yuanjun. Hao Yuanjun is a veteran of the two dynasties in the Shangqing realm, presiding over the condolence, and he must bow down to everything and make all the arrangements for the condolence meeting.

He Yu and Shen Ling didn't know this section, but they could see that the people who mourned were all famous immortals, and if they hadn't been invited, it would be difficult to get into trouble. Approaching Dazi Kunlun, I saw the guards everywhere, and ordinary ghosts were not allowed to approach even the edge.

He Yanpei has a Shangqing jade pendant and a fairy sword, but he can't cross the defense line by half a step.

He Fei thought for a while, and whispered a few words in the guard's ear, and the guard immediately nodded, and rushed out quickly, saying, "Your Highness, please come in quickly." ”

The two walked into the inner hall, but saw one person hesitating left and right, looking anxious. Seeing He Yan walking in slowly, he burst into tears and said loudly: "He You! I heard that the Mage Tower of the Desolation has fallen, but fortunately you are fine!"

That person was none other than His Royal Highness. After the huge earthquake of the Immortal Desolate Mage Tower, Yu Yuanjun died unexpectedly, causing a sensation in Shangqing, Lou Che has been busy cleaning up the aftermath and preparing for the funeral, and put the matter of finding someone on hold. Until today, when I heard the guards report that He Yu had arrived here, I couldn't help but feel shocked, and immediately called someone to invite in.

These days have been gloomy and miserable, and He Fei bowed slightly, and said: "It is the fault of He Yu to make His Highness worried." That day, he was anxious to find out the truth of the matter, but when he came to the Underworld, he found that things were much more complicated than he had previously thought. ”

At that moment, the two of them sat down and talked about how He Fei went to the Underworld to investigate the case, how the Xuangu ghost mother misunderstood the seal of the sealed well, how she met Zhuhua Jushi, and how she appeared here. It's just that she doesn't understand many details herself, and she can't help but be inconsistent after saying it.

Lou Che sighed and said, "Shangqing also wants to thank Zhuhua Jushi." This matter was originally the negligence of Benjun, and it had been found out a few days ago that the murderer of Chi Fengbo was not that guy from Haocang, and someone was secretly manipulating everything. The old monster of Haocang confessed that he wanted to go to Tianji Pavilion that day, but he didn't want to be stopped by someone as soon as he arrived at Landian Lake, and that person asked him to steal ten scrolls. The old monster of Haocang was not that person's opponent at all, so he had to do as the other party asked. As for the murder of Chi Feng Boxian, it was not Haocang's doing. I think it should be that person killed Xianshang first, and then went to Ningtongtuo and played this game of chess for us. ”

He Yu remembered the solitary book that he showed himself in the spotted bamboo forest, Chi Fengbo was highly respected in Shangqing, and if he said the content recorded in the solitary book, he should offend Shangqing.

Just after hesitating, Lou Che said again: "A few days ago, the mage tower exploded inexplicably, and the entire desolation was shaken, and the father sent heavenly soldiers to clear the field. The Xuangu ghost mother has some relationship with Yu Yuanjun, and she actually secretly hid the immortal body of Yu Yuanjun, and wanted to use the girl's spirit to refine the ghost to save her life. I didn't expect the girl to be affected as well...... Benjun is really stupid, and he didn't know what happened to the girl's loss until this moment, but the murderer has already seen all this. ”

He Yan heard the meaning of his words, "Your Highness thinks that it is the same person who killed Chi Fengbo and Xuangu Ghost Mother?"

Lou Che nodded, and shook his head again, "In this matter, the Giant Spirit God originally sent people to the Underworld Burning Lord to inquire, but they didn't know anything about it. ”

Seeing that he was frowning, it was not appropriate for him to tell Chi Fengbo's secret in his own identity after all. Not to mention that Lou Che may not believe her, if she investigates the source of the root and orphan book, wouldn't she harm Shen Miao in vain?