Chapter 93: Ghost Marriage
Is it planned that the jade will not be burned?
[Senior brother! It's not enough for you to go alone, you can't listen to it. A minimum of three musical instruments is required. 】
[Yes, senior brother, let's go find the master as soon as possible! ] 】
[Withdraw from it.. I can't leave him alone! If you follow this path, you should be able to get out. 】
After that, the senior brother of the leader was about to leave, but suddenly someone fell to the ground and hugged the leg of the leading disciple.
The disciple who fell to the ground foamed at the mouth and convulsed all over.
The countenance quickly withered.
Seeing this, the disciples retreated in a panic.
The disciple at the head was about to help him up, but was dragged to the side by the other disciples.
[Senior brother! It was scratched by a ghoul. He's hopeless. Let's go as soon as possible. You see, the stone carving has arrived, and the little junior brother is gone....]
Everyone looked at it in horror. The stone sculpture where the little junior brother was standing in the tomb collapsed, and the dense ghouls lay on top of the stone sculpture.
The little junior brother has long since disappeared.
The disciple at the head clenched his fists.... The complexion is condensed.
[Little junior brother! Damn, it's all me, I shouldn't have left you there! 】
[Senior brother, don't blame yourself. The ghouls here are just too vicious. We can't handle it! 】
[Senior brother, if you don't leave, I'm afraid the rest of the junior brothers will be...]
Seeing this, the leading disciple hurriedly left with the rest of the disciples.
Behind a boulder, a young man dressed in white poked out half of his head.
With a sword in his hand, he approached the tomb step by step.
In the middle of the cemetery, at the moment when the stone sculpture collapsed, when Qiu Nanfeng was about to fly out, a figure suddenly appeared, and dragged the little boy to the highest platform at a swift speed.
The figure came from the sedan chair that had been turned back.
Qiu Nanfeng frowned.
Sure enough, on the high platform, the ghouls were discouraged and did not dare to approach.
If you guessed correctly, the owner of this mausoleum is the head of this group of ghouls.
On the high platform, the little boy was shocked, looking at the young man wearing a red wedding dress next to him.
"You are.... A disciple of the Chang'an Qiu clan? Senior Brother Qiuchen really didn't lie to me. ”
Qiu Mosheng raised his lips and sneered, without explanation.
"Don't take it personally, I didn't mean to save you."
The little boy was stunned, and he didn't know why.
It wasn't meant to save him, it was .....
saw Qiu Mosheng's eyes staring at the figure in the shadows behind a statue in the cemetery.
Did you just feel the powerful aura from that person?
The little boy who calmed down thought about it carefully, but understood.
This disciple of the Chang'an Qiu clan didn't want to save him, just because the person behind the stone sculpture was ready to save him.
......
Well, so ....
"Under .. Gangneung Yue's...."
"Yes, I know. Dressed in blue, I know. ”
The little boy was embarrassed for a while, seeing that Qiu Mosheng was cold, it was inconvenient to ask more, but he saw that his forehead hair was with a beautiful Qingluan pattern.
I have heard Shizun say before that the disciples of the Chang'an Qiu clan determine the identity of the disciple based on the pattern and length of the hairband.
Jun Xiu Qingluan is a disciple in the door.
If I'm not mistaken...
He should be the only disciple of the Feng Immortal seniors that Master Zun often mentions.
If this is the case, then the person with the powerful mana after the stone carving is the predecessor of the Feng Immortal?
"If you have time to be suspicious, you might as well think about how to deal with those ghouls you have recruited!"
Suddenly, an indifferent and detached word floated from above his head, and the little boy came back to his senses with an embarrassed expression.
Busy apologies: "I'm really sorry... I'm out of my mind..."
When he looked, a small white shadow outside the cemetery was approaching one by one.
"Senpai.... That shadow seems to be a disciple of the Chang'an Qiu clan...."
"Yes."
"The center of the cemetery is full of ghouls, and it's dangerous for him to come in now... Let's go save him. ”
"We?" Qiu Mosheng lowered his head and glanced at the little boy, patted him on the shoulder, his face was slightly gloomy, "He is my junior brother, I will save him." Just stay. It's the safest here. ”
The little boy looked embarrassed, but when he saw Qiu Mosheng leaving, he looked at him deeply.
"I can't even protect myself, and I still talk about saving people. You alone saved your disciples as a hero, so you can see that they came back to save you? ”
Hearing this, the little boy was slightly stunned and stunned for a long time.
There are different opinions on this, "If I can save people, I will not regret my death." ”
“.... Are you worthy of your master? You're okay dead, what about him? ”
The little boy was dumbfounded, stunned to see Qiu Mosheng flying away.
Was he wrong?
Shouldn't he save people?
Shizun lost one of him, and he should be happy to see more senior brothers.
The master once said that those who save people will always save them. Saving people should be done in order to save people.
He's not wrong, he's just not strong enough.
In the center of the cemetery, there was a fight, and when the white shadow appeared, a large number of ghouls surrounded him.
Suddenly, there was an eerie and terrifying aura of ghouls from all sides of the cemetery, and the ghostly ghost fire burst out.
The entire cemetery began to shake violently, and the ground began to crack several cracks.
Tens of thousands of ghouls emerge from the ground.
Qiu Mosheng flew halfway, and countless ghost fires burst out from the ground to attack Qiu Mosheng.
He didn't have time to get to the little white shadow.
The figure behind the nearest stone sculpture was wrapped in several ghostly fires.
A raging fire lit up the entire cemetery.
On the high platform, the little boy saw clearly that the little white shadow turned out to be Qiuchen, a disciple of the Chang'an Qiu clan.
He was fighting the ghouls with his sword in hand.
The sedan chair that stopped near him suddenly crossed in front of Qiu Chen.
I don't know that a lot of ghosts came out of there, wrapping the autumn dust in the sedan chair.
When Qiu Nanfeng, who was surrounded by ghost fire, rushed out of the ghost fire, the sedan chairs disappeared one after another.
All of a sudden, the goblins died down and sank into the ground.
The little boy who rushed all the way from the high platform knelt on the ground and shouted anxiously: "Qiuchen! Autumn Dust! ”
Qiu Nanfeng followed the prestige, and Qiu Mosheng also disappeared after him.
Only she and the little boy were left in the huge cemetery.
She walked to her side, her brow furrowed deeply.
"Qiuchen will be fine. Go back to your master. ”
The little boy shook his head, got up stubbornly, and followed closely behind Qiu Nanfeng.
"Senior, please take me with you."
Qiu Nanfeng coldly: "Go back!" You can also see that the ghost master of this cemetery is a powerful character. I can't protect too many people. ”
The little boy didn't plan to leave, he was silent, just stubbornly standing.
Why is this kid so tough?
Qiu Nanfeng was displeased, picked up the little boy, summoned the spirit beast, and tied him directly to the spirit beast.
"Go back and tell your master that my apprentice was saved by him. His apprentice, I can't sit idly by. It's a gratitude. ”
The little boy who was imprisoned above the spirit beast shook his head stubbornly, "Qiuchen was arrested because he saved me." I can't die without help! ”
"Go back and cultivate for another ten years, and then come out and say this!"
The little boy couldn't catch a word when he was blocked.
He's too weak.
Weak enough to protect others.
Weak enough to watch him be captured.
The spirit beast fled, and Qiu Nanfeng let out a long sigh.
I'm anxious.
My apprentice has been arrested, and I'm anxious.
Qiu Nanfeng arrived at the place where the first mark was made, and the mark left before was gone.
The entire cemetery fell into a dead silence.