The bones swirled around the mulberry, and they were very fast, and there was a cold wind with them, which was biting and cold. At the same time, Sang noticed that the light around him was getting dimmer and the water was getting more and more mixed, and the bright light above his head was already far away from him.

It knew that it was about to fall to the bottom of the river, where Qiu Ran drowned Chen's corpse, and where the yin qi was heaviest. If you are dragged into the mud and sand, the situation may turn against you.

"Burn."

It uttered the word silently, and a flame immediately ignited in the palm of its hand, but before the flame could ignite, the power of the vortex disappeared at once, and its body slammed into the rough sand, smashing up a white dust.

At this moment, Qiu Ran's shattered bones, which had turned into ashes, coiled around the two tough kneecaps, re-transformed into human form, and plunged headlong into the sand at the bottom of the river.

"Damn, let him run away again."

Sang scolded, but as he said these words, it felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on its chest, and it was so suffocated that it could not breathe. It wasn't obvious in the whirlpool just now, but now that it was at the bottom of the river, it really felt the huge pressure of the river.

Sang was stunned for a moment and looked down at his body. It understood: he was not afraid of water, but this body was afraid of water, and if he stayed in this river for too long, he was afraid that Mu Xiaowu would be a dead corpse when he came ashore.

Without Mu Xiaowu, what else would it do to trade with Zhao Zimai?

Thinking of this, it threw the flame in its hand into the sand at the bottom of the river. It seemed to see something moving inside, but it didn't know if it was Qiu Ran or a fish lurking at the bottom of the river.

But now it couldn't think so much, and there was a tearing pain in its chest, and it knew that if it didn't go up again, it might be trapped in the river. So, after kicking its legs down hard, it swam upwards, as light as a feather.

The light was above, and after a few dips in the water, it could see the moon above the river and the faces of the people still looking down, and it knew that it was about to surface.

Zhao Zimai stretched out his arms, he finally saw Sang, and now he was about to pull it up. But suddenly, Sang saw that Zhao Zimai's face had changed, his eyes widened, he waved his hand desperately at himself, and pointed the other hand behind it.

Sang didn't have to look back to know what was going on, but it couldn't do anything now, because Mu Xiaowu's body had begun to become bulky, and there was not much air left in her chest, and if she didn't swim out, she would suffocate to death in the water.

It squeezed at the water, and out of the corner of its eye, caught a glimpse of the gray shadow in the lower right rapidly approaching it.

Of course, Qiu Ran also saw Sang's embarrassment, it was the flesh, and this was the only place where he could win. He chased after San, and before it emerged from the water, he removed the two snow-white kneecaps from his body and thrust them into his lower back.

"It hurts." It snorted a few times, and finally could no longer hold its breath, but it was somewhat comforted by the cold air it was inhaling instead of the fishy smell of river water. It felt its hands grasped firmly by a pair of large, warm hands, and then its entire body was dragged onto the raft.

"Whew."

After spitting out a mouthful of water upwards, strange images suddenly appeared in its mind, and gradually, the pictures connected together and transformed into a complete scene.

First, the sound of bamboo jointing reached its ears, and then Sang saw the clearing surrounded by bamboo forests again. It's just that the clearing is now level, the soil is compacted, as if no one has ever excavated it, and the tomb that crossed the fairy bridge is still safely hidden underground.

What makes Sang even more puzzled is that there is a girl standing in the middle of the bamboo forest now, judging from the back, she is not yet an adult, and she should only be thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing a lake-blue round-necked skirt, lined with moon-white plain silk, with a lake-colored silk body, with copper gilt chisel flower buckles, and the body was inlaid with bunches of magnolias, revealing subtle elegance in luxury.

The girl's back and neck were straight, as if a thread was hanging from above the large wings of the emerald hairpins on top of her head.

Sang couldn't see her face, but he also knew that her identity was indescribably expensive, and she was definitely not an ordinary woman. It also understands that what it sees now is the experience of this girl, but why can it see her memory, it is not like that guy who is extremely weak, and he sees that he is trapped in the memory of a ghost at every turn.

Could it be because of those two pieces inserted into the life point of its waist...... Bone......

Sang figured it out, but at that moment, it saw the girl bow her head slightly to the ground, as if she saw something.

"There is a tomb down here, and there is an old ghost living in the tomb, and the old ghost likes young and beautiful women the most, if you are interested, run away." Sang hissed and sneered and muttered in his heart.

But the girl didn't run, not only did she not run, but she smiled at the ground, and her voice was crisp, like a bell fluttering when the wind rose.

But the crisp voice belonged to a man.

"You're singing, huh?" She said, "If you are born voluntarily, you will be the same, and if you die, you are an infatuated person, how can you pay the wrong ...... infatuated"

As soon as the words fell, a slight "rumbling" sound suddenly sounded underground, and Sang squinted her eyes and looked at the clearing under her feet, and saw a crack slowly cracking on the flat ground, and the clods of soil fell, and a large hole appeared in the ground.

Immediately after, a black shadow crawled out of the gaping hole, his clothes fluttering, revealing his shriveled and yellowed body. He stood in silence for a moment, as if he didn't realize where he was, and then he slowly turned to face the girl. The moonlight fell from above, illuminating his grotesque face, which had no eyeballs and was only a skin left.

Qiu Ran......

Sang read his name, and his heart immediately moved: You are not afraid of him, and when you see such a terrifying-looking old ghost, you don't even have any reaction......

Oh, I see, I see.

Qiu Ran raised an arm at the girl and walked towards her in a slow, strange manner, but only took a few steps before the girl's gaze swept over, and he fell to his knees with his legs bent and turned into a pile of dry bones.

The girl seemed to be oblivious to what was in front of her, and she looked away from the pile of broken bones scattered on the ground and looked up at the moon in the sky. After a long time, he sneered lightly and said, "It's better for me to give you the bones, I won't need them now anyway." ”