Chapter 59: The Pact of Life (4)

Nan Rong Puchu shrugged his shoulders and pulled the little girl into his arms, not knowing Yun Lingxiu and Yun Yuan, so he silently withdrew from the crowd. He didn't say a word the whole time, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Brother Puchu!" Yun Ling Xiu and Yun Yuan hurriedly followed.

Yun Lingxiu patted him on the shoulder and said with concern, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Nan Rong Puchu stood with his back to Yun Lingxiu, leaning slightly and still hugging the little girl. His shoulders trembled, he looked ahead, and was silent.

The back was lonely and helpless, and it tasted a little weak.

Weak?

Yun Lingxiu frowned, pinched a trick with his fingers, tapped a few acupuncture points on Nan Rongpuchu's back, and then slapped him heavily on the shoulder a few times.

Nan Rongpu was stunned for a moment by this beat, stayed for a moment, seemed to have his soul back to his senses, turned around suddenly, covered the place where he had just been slapped by Yun Ling Xiu, and shouted, "Brother Ling Xiu, you hit me again!" ”

"What's wrong with you?" Yun Lingxiu frowned, "What about the little sister?" ”

"What's wrong?" Nan Rong Puchu looked around, but he didn't see the little sister that Yun Lingxiu said, and shouted, "What little sister?" Why do you keep saying strange things today? ”

Nan Rongpu turned around a few times and looked around.

Yun Lingxiu noticed that there was nothing in his arms, let alone the little girl, there were no objects. What about the little girl he was protecting in his arms? Disappeared into thin air?

Thinking of this, it seems that there is something even more wrong, those silk and bamboo vocal music, the noisy laughter around them, seem to be slowly moving away.

Yun Lingxiu turned around, and the street that had just been lively became empty again, the lanterns disappeared, the stage behind him was no more, and the pedestrians on the street disappeared like smoke.

Once again, the whole street fell into endless silence.

Everything seems to be just a dream of Nanke.

The big red lantern he saw when he entered the village had turned white at the moment.

The whole street, fluttering white lanterns one after another, the wind blowing from the end of the street, set off the whole street even more bleak and cold.

Yun Lingxiu approached a lantern. The lantern was made of white paper, made of bamboo strips, and a candle was burned inside. The wind blows in the streets, but the candlelight in this lantern is not half blown away by the wind.

And that's not all!

Yun Lingxiu broke open the white paper on a lantern and looked at the candle burning inside. There was candlelight jumping on this candle, and wax tears continued to flow down the candle body, but this candle was not short for half a minute.

"Illusion!" Yun Yuan frowned and came to a conclusion.

"Illusion?" Nan Rongpu was startled at first, his face turned pale with fright, and he trembled and approached Yun Lingxiu, "Why are there so many coffins here!?" ”

Yun Lingxiu raised his head, and sure enough, he found the wooden box that Fang Cai and Yun Yuan saw. That's really a mouthful of coffins!

There are them in every house, and they are hanging in front of the door, and it looks very scary in the dark silence.

Yun Lingxiu squinted his eyes and looked at the sky, the full moon had indeed disappeared, and the vast night sky was extremely dark and empty.

Without hesitation, Yun Lingxiu held the rune paper in his left hand and drew the Dao rune line with his right hand. At the same time, Yun Yuan used his spiritual power to buckle Nan Rong Puchu, and Yun Lingxiu turned around and buckled the talisman paper on Nan Rong Puchu's shoulder.

......Suddenly, the rune paper emitted a golden light, turning into a silk of gold thread to bind Nan Rong Puchu, and a trace of black smoke instantly came out of his shoulder, and Qingjun's face changed white, and after a while, it calmed down.

"Brother Ling Xiu, what am I ......" Nan Rongpuchu's face turned pale, cold sweat was dripping, and the heat on Fang Cai's body was blown by the night wind, and suddenly disappeared, but a trace of coolness rushed up the soles of his feet, so frightened that he sat on the ground all of a sudden, "Am I being ghosted?" ”

Yun Ling Xiu saw that he was back to normal, and helped him up from the ground, "What's the matter?" Is it still hot? ”

Nan Rongpu Chu shook his head.

At this moment, Yun Yuan said softly in the direction of the stage, "Come out." ”

A swarthy figure slowly emerged from under the eaves, dragging one leg and limping very slowly in front of the three of them. The figure was a wisp of soul, emaciated, scarred, and seemed to have burns.

"What the hell are you trying to tell us?" Yun Lingxiu stared at this wisp of soul and examined it.

The spirit raised its hands in a panic and opened its mouth, but it couldn't make a sound. Yun Lingxiu saw that his wide open mouth was empty, without a tongue, and it seemed that it had been uprooted before his death.

Not knowing who was so cruel, Yun Lingxiu frowned and said, "What do you want to express?" ”

The spirit waved its hand even more frantically, pointed and pointed behind him, and bent down to pull at the collar.

"You're that Han ......"

The soul seemed to weep with joy, and nodded incessantly.

If it weren't for those mung bean-sized eyes, Yun Lingxiu would almost not have recognized the unrecognizable and emaciated soul in front of him, who was actually the one who had just been on the stage with a domineering face.

"Evil deeds are finally retributed." Yun Yuan raised his eyebrows.

When the soul heard this, it showed a look of extreme remorse, and it actually left two lines of blood and tears, which frightened Nan Rong Puchu by grabbing Yun Lingxiu's shoulder, running behind him, and hiding.

The soul of the man surnamed Han suddenly knelt down and solemnly kowtowed several times to the three of them.

"You don't have to! If you don't speak, we can't help you. Yun Lingxiu didn't expect that someone who was once so arrogant and unreasonable would be able to kneel down easily, and he had mixed feelings for a while.

The spirit pointed to the end of the street in a panic, then to its own.

Yun Lingxiu watched his movements seriously and said thoughtfully, "You mean, someone will harm you, this person is at the end of the street?" ”

The soul nodded busily, almost tears welled up in its eyes, and the face full of vicissitudes bloomed with the brilliance of hope.

He gestured more anxiously, pointing to himself, and then to the coffin behind him.

"This coffin is yours?"

The soul shook its head again and again, and pointed to the coffin more quickly, and then to itself, its eyes eager and longing, and there was a trace of horror oozing from its eyes.

"Is this coffin intended to be done by the man who harmed you?"

The spirit shook its head, then nodded.

"What the hell are you trying to say? True or False?

The spirit nodded, shook its head anxiously, and looked anxiously at the end of the street, where it seemed that a demon was about to appear.

His eyes were terrified, like a bird with a bow. Suddenly looked at Nan Rong Puchu behind Yun Lingxiu, and was stunned.

"What the hell are you going to say?" Yun Lingxiu frowned, "Can you write?" ”

Hearing this, the remnant soul's eyes lit up and nodded. He raised his illusory right hand, and just as he made a few strokes on the ground, he heard a crisp bell at the end of the street.

When the soul heard the bell, its face changed suddenly, and it disappeared in an instant.

Yun Lingxiu looked down and saw that the word he had just written was a "Sanskrit" character.