[The book continues from the above, and the last book said that the ghost city lord rushed to the blessed land spirit cave with Tie Hua. And on the Blessed Land Spiritual Cave, Miaotian used the soul extinguishing charm of the dragon lock to fix the soul in the body of the fungus, so as not to cause it to spoil. And after the ghost city lord arrived here with Tie Hua, he immediately began to strengthen the prohibition. But they didn't notice that Liu Yang, who had rushed back from the Long Lake, had hidden on the other side of the Jinzhi River, watching them silently in the dark. The prohibition was strengthened again, and the aura in the spiritual cave blessed land calmed down. When everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, Liu Yang, who had turned into gray mist and had never dared to show his face, performed a spell across the river on the bank of the Golden Juice River, causing the fungus's severed arm to fly, and the short knife in his hand stabbed Ah Hong's throat with a knife. 】

The night breeze is gentle, and the surroundings are very lively during the day, but at night, it is very quiet on the surface of the Jinzhi River, and there is also a cold moonlight flowing with the river.

In the grove, the soft golden light flickered in the shade of the trees, converging into a swastika that gathered but did not disperse, and slowly swirled with the chanting of the ghost city lord, and the aura of compassion overflowed from it.

Even the moonlight sprinkled in the sky was dim under the golden light.

This burning sound of * resounded through the woods, and it was more solemn when it landed. In the woods, the yin and evil qi brought by the corpse of the fungus disappeared without a trace under the golden light.

Following the old monk's chanting, these swastikas circled around the spiritual cave of the blessed land several times, scattered on the surrounding gravel trees and ruined walls.

In the blink of an eye, it melted into the rubble, grass, and ruins; The golden light emitted by the swastika also dissipated.

Through the branches and leaves of the trees, the moonlight sprinkled through the trees and leaves in the forest appeared bright again.

On the other side of the river, Liu Yang, who hid in the shadows among the willow branches in the spring and turned into gray smoke, was excited to see it; The mysteries of the Buddhism of the lord of this ghost city can use the moonlight as a medium, so that Liu Yang can concentrate and keep his eyes on it.

He hurried back from the long lake, originally to pick up the fungus. Before I thought about this place, I saw that the fungus had died in the forest, and half of the dragon lockers were concentrated here. This made Liu Yang angry for a while, and he felt that his heart was being torn apart by grief for the death of the fungus, and he felt pain under the convulsions.

But soon, Liu Yang discovered that the old monk of the ghost city lord was exactly the same as the golden immortal who could open immortality recorded in the ancient books of the Immortal Dao. This made the sadness in Liu Yang's heart completely replaced by excitement gradually. His eyes crossed the river, through the shadows of the shadowy trees, and stared at the eyes of the ghost city lord, overflowing with greed.

And in the woods, the dragon lockers still couldn't sense the breath that was good at hiding Liu Yang. On the contrary, Mu Qingming could clearly perceive that the aura in the Blessed Land Spiritual Cave had been quiet at this moment, and it had become peaceful and serene again.

The prohibition had been strengthened again, and the ghost city lord's folded hands loosened and let go of his long breath. There was also a hint of exhaustion on his wrinkled face.

"Daughter-in-law." Mu Qingming gently poked Mo Han's arm with his elbow, and asked with a low smile: "You said that the great monk has been putting his hands together like this, will his hands be sore?" ”。

Mo Han was slightly stunned when he heard this, and sighed lightly; The things that a husband can notice are often strange things. Although she had long been accustomed to Mu Qingming's character, seeing that Mu Qingming herself was so tired that her limbs were weak, she was still in the mood to wonder if the ghost city lord would put his hands together for too long, and his hands were sore, which still made Mo Han speechless for a while, and he didn't know how to answer.

"That way, my job is done, but can I take a few of these mushrooms with me?" From the small mound, the lord of the ghost market, who walked down slowly, stood on the side of the fungus's body, bent down, and from the place where the fungus's blood flowed, picked a small green-headed fungus that grew out of the other party's blood into the soil, held it in his hand, and looked at it by the moonlight.

"Is this fungus any use?" Without waiting for Mu Qingming to speak or nod, Tie Hua had already asked.

Even the dragon lockers have unknown knowledge that they don't know.

For example, the uncommon tree people, they don't know much about this kind of person. On the other hand, the owner of the ghost city who holds the fungus, such as the treasure, seems to know a lot of knowledge about the tree people.

"This fungus is called Hemocyan, and it is recorded in ancient books that have been lost. However, it has one effect, and it can be formulated into the best anesthetic. As far as Lao Qu knew, when Bian Que changed hearts for the two of them, there were mushrooms growing from the blood of this tree man seeping into the soil in the medicinal wine he used. The ghost city lord smiled faintly, and when he squinted, his eyebrows bent again: "It's just that if you eat it excessively, you will fall into hallucinations and can't extricate yourself, and even lose your mind because of this, and you will always be troubled by hallucinations and go crazy." ”。

After the ghost city lord said this, Mu Qingming and the dragon lockers also suddenly remembered, indeed a long time ago, a few of them had heard that in the south, to be precise, in the southwest, someone ate the mushrooms on the mountain and went crazy.

From this point of view, most of those people have also eaten this fungus.

"Don't take it for nothing, I can pay you a half-open for a hemocyan." Seeing that Mu Qingming was silent, the old monk didn't know that they were fascinated by what they heard, and thought that they felt that they wanted to take it for nothing, so they hurriedly said: "If I can, I want the blood green bacteria here." There are many doctors in the ghost market who will need this kind of medicinal wine. Even if it is a stable woman who helps those rich ladies shed wild seeds, they also need this kind of medicinal wine to relieve the pain of those delicate ladies, which is very marketable. ”。

"Yes, just leave one for us." Mu Qingming said this, and gave Tie Hua a look. Tie Hua immediately understood, bent down and leaned down, picked a hemocynic and put it in his sleeve.

As long as you give a blood green fungus to Miaole, you can let the dragon lock people know more about the tree people.

The old monk also squatted down after thanking Mu Qingming and began to pick the blood green mushrooms around him.

The fungus only had a small amount of blood sprinkled in the soil, so it only gave birth to dozens of hemocyanis. But even so, the old monk was like a treasure, he shot like the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he picked half of the blood green bacteria on the ground around him and put it in his arms.

At this moment, Liu Yang, who couldn't hear anything on the other side of the river, had already begun to pinch his handprints. Since the fungus didn't grab the wood ghost, then at least let that wood ghost not be obtained by others, and what others can't get if the immortal path can't get it.

In order to make the best use of things, Liu Yang once used the control talisman in the body of the fungus, which could come in handy at this time. Even if the fungus died, Liu Yang could still control his corpse.

Although Liu Yang found that he couldn't control Fu'er's body at this time, he could still control the broken arm that was not attached to the soul destroying talisman, and there was a short knife on top of that broken arm; Don't miss the opportunity, this is a good opportunity to assassinate the wood ghosts. When Liu Yang's handprint was formed, he had already taken out a copper bell in his other hand, which was the golden bell for corpse chasers.

The golden bell shook, and the pleasant jingle gently echoed in the night wind, and the severed arm of the fungus holding the short knife trembled slightly. Miao Tian was the first to notice this anomaly, and sensed that there was a murderous aura coming from the severed arm of the fungus, which had been broken for a long time and had begun to stiffen.

He turned his head, his vigilant gaze towards the severed arm that exuded murderous aura. I saw that the severed arm of the fungus holding the short knife had been ejected from the ground at a lightning speed, and flew towards Miaotian's face.

Seeing a flash of cold light, Miao Tian was surprised, followed by a pungent blood, echoing around him.

Everyone in the forest was surprised for a while, and their eyes widened, and they saw that the cold light had pierced into the throat of Ah Hong, who had just stood up.

Blood mist splattered, sprinkled with water. Ah Hong, who is also with round eyes, and his eyes are full of incredible colors, which are gradually darkening.

The guqin in Miaoyu's arms was surprised to perceive Ah Hong's vital signs, and began to disappear, and he let out a terrible scream in a hurry.

The screams were like ghosts crying like wolf howls, and the ghost clan's immobilization technique was invisibly launched. Everyone present felt a burst of pain in their eardrums, and they froze in place for a while, unable to move, and could only watch as the severed arm of the fungus holding the short knife was pulled back by an invisible thread like a marionette.

The dagger retracted, and another mist of blood splattered. Yin Hong splashed in the air, and Ah Hong's body fell backwards. The stiffness in everyone's bodies was still there, their minds were still blank, and even their eyes were blurred by the piercing screams of the guqin. But he could only watch as the short knife was held by the severed arm, and quickly flew out of the woods and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The lord of the ghost city opened his lips slightly, and finally whispered a whisper.

Under the echo of the burning sound, the guqin quieted down, and after the poignant sound dissipated, everyone was freed from the fixation.

"Uncle Miaotian Tiehua, chase after you!" Mu Qingming didn't care about the tinnitus at the moment, and immediately shouted. And Miao Tian and Tie Hua had already jumped up and chased out of the woods towards the side where the broken arm flew away.

And Miaoyu still put down the guqin, and with a trembling hand, he quickly took out the bandage from his sleeve, quickly kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into the wound of Ah Hong, who was lying on the ground with a convulsion, that is, blood foaming from his mouth and nose.

I wanted to use this to temporarily stop the bleeding for Ah Hong, but Ah Hong was already bleeding like a lot, and a mass of bandages was obviously not enough.

Miaoyu, a dragon lock man who is good at medical skills, was also at a loss for a while. And the front of her sleeves are already full of crimson. For example, in the moonlight at night, the blood-red rhododendrons that bloom are bright and conspicuous.

The others couldn't help and could only stay in place. But they all know that Ah Hong, who is bleeding like a lot, is afraid that most of them will be gone.

Even if he were a wood ghost, such a large amount of bleeding would have bled too much and died. In the eyes of Mu Qingming and the others, they couldn't help but show sadness.

Only the ghost city lord has no more pity and compassion in his eyes. He folded his hands again, and slowly walked to Miaoyu's side and squatted down under the gaze of everyone, watching Miaoyu press Ah Hong's wound hard, but to no avail, the ten fingers of his hands that were constantly bleeding between his fingers, and chanted a Buddha name: "Female donor, you have done your best, but the old monk has a way to reincarnate this wood ghost, and he only needs to detain a touch of life within a moment." ”。

After Mu Qingming heard this, he asked the old monk urgently: "Do you want to use the soul to extend his life?" ”。

"Yes." The old monk nodded his head.

Mu Qingming, they were even more anxious; This big night, it's not in a mass grave, where are they going to detain a wisp of soul for the old monk?

What is a living soul? Can Ah Hong be saved? Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[The stable woman of the Suolongren Small Theater - the stable woman, who was a person who was a person who delivered babies for women in the old days, also worked part-time to induce labor and abortion. Due to the historical period and the difference between the north and south regions and ethnic cultures, it has a variety of different names such as hidden woman, midwife and midwife, midwife and old woman, etc., which is among the three aunts and six women in the rivers and lakes. 】