The eaves of the pavilion drip, intermittently into a curtain. The nine-tailed skirt spread out on the cold stone surface without any haphazard spread, like frost. The strings vibrated like weeping, as if they were just trying to reconcile with the droplets, and Yukihime's pale fingers lingered on the piano, but her eyes did not lift.

Qingyun is silent, with his cultivation, he has perfected the realm, where is there any need to look for flowers all over the world? Flower night is definitely here.

The sound of the piano is high, without desire or desire, just like spring flowers and autumn moon, summer wind and winter snow, but things change and stars change, and nature changes.

At the end of the song, everyone is calm.

"In this game, I lost." Yukihime raised her eyes and chuckled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.

"Where is Lin Zheng?"

"Are you afraid I'll save him?"

"You shouldn't."

"Oh?" Xue Ji smiled even more, and stopped in front of him, the water curtain cut in the middle, and it was not broken.

"The past is gone."

"I hate it when you say that," Yukihime sneered, "Master is like this, and so are you. The one who dies after all has nothing to do with you. ”

"The avenue is ruthless, the law of heaven and earth, and the implementation is not slack. It will not be changed by one person. ”

"So what?" Her face was full of resentment, "So you should stay out of it?" Senior brother, the Lin family is full of dozens of lives, if it weren't for you and Jun Wu, how could they die? ”

"Ayuki ......"

"Don't call me!" Xue Ji shook her sleeves angrily, "Senior brother came here today, I'm afraid it's not just to preach, right?" ”

Jiang Yue was silent. A red arc crossed, Xue Ji caught it neatly, and spread out her palm, it was Ah Qing's black eyes. The corners of his mouth unconsciously raised.

She guessed that he must have come to rescue Lin Zheng, and sure enough.

"You're doing it yourself." The white clothes disappeared.

As soon as she opened the door of the secret room, Luo Yansha rushed over in a hurry: "All gathered?" Xue Ji didn't answer, and walked straight to Lin Zheng.

For a day and a night, for a whole day and a night, Luo Yansha has been guarding the lamp and never closed her eyes. It's just because Xue Ji told her that it was Lin Zheng's soul.

Brushing with his hands, but seeing that the flame is divided into two, two into four, four and eight, eight into sixteen, the flame is flickering, and the four flames at the front and the end are respectively one, a total of three souls and seven spirits, ten complete.

With a flick of his hand, the black eyes floated above the lantern array, scarlet and dripping, as if there was blood floating in it. The blood was poured on it, the red color was pressing, and the entire secret room seemed to be covered with blood.

"Ready?" Yukihime asked.

Luo Yansha's expression was firm, and she nodded without hesitation. Then he stepped onto the stone platform and stood beside Lin Zheng.

Xue Ji chanted the spell, ancient and obscure, Luo Yansha flew up in the air, and her body slowly lay flat in mid-air. She was very scared in her heart, but Xue Ji said that the art of prolonging life, one for one, once it starts, it cannot be interrupted, otherwise both parties will be killed on the spot.

The enclosed space was unprovoked, and she only felt that her dress was fluttering in the air. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from making a sound, trying her best to close her eyes and recall the bits and pieces of time she had gotten along with Lin Zheng since she was young, and overcome the fear of screaming in her heart. The dress was dripping with blood.

A blood figure struggled out of the sea of blood, barely discerning the shape of a human being, and there was nothing but a blur on it. The Blood Shadow has a strange posture, crawling slowly on the ground - not even "crawling", but "squirming".

The smell was disgusting, and Luo Yansha struggled to control her trembling body in the air, the taste was painful, as if she was in purgatory. The Blood Shadow struggled to climb onto Lin Zheng's corpse, as if trying to get into his exorcism. The sound of the dead was even more poignant, and it was terrifying, and the blood shadow was constantly twisting and making strange screams, as if it was wailing.

The wind turned stronger, and Luo Yansha's body became more and more painful, and then suddenly stopped, and the blood shadow suddenly fell into his exorcism shell and disappeared without a trace. Yukihime stopped chanting the mantra, and the ten lights flickered, spinning in circles, dazzling to see. Then they all converged and became one. Luo Yansha fell vertically and fell on Lin Zheng. Xue Ji picked up the lantern, and the flame turned from green to red.

Luo Yansha hurriedly went to see Lin Zheng, a warmth seeped out of his skin from the inside out, a muddy sound came out of his throat, and his eyes slowly opened.

"Brother Zheng!" Luo Yansha cried with joy.