The noise behind him suddenly became a little sharp, and suddenly it sounded very dull.

In the past, when Li Huaishan was at war with the evil spirit, he had never yelled so loudly as now, his voice was very impatient, which made me worry, and through the huge extravagant group, I could even smell a faint fragrance of painting, which seemed to be the smell of Shezi flowers.

I wanted to stand up, but as soon as my thighs were forced, the two leg bones seemed to be broken, and my legs and stomach trembled.

I only tried the second stage of Jin once, but I didn't expect it to cause so much damage to my body.

The spiritual rhyme and yang energy generated by Kankan Dao and Qingyazi have become more and more refined, and the wind on the street has been completely eliminated a few minutes ago, hoping that they can successfully seal the wind outlet and free up their hands to help Li Huaishan.

I lay on the ground, waiting for the aches to subside, and after about half an hour, I was finally able to support the ground and barely allow myself to sit up, but it would take a long time to get back on my feet.

At the same time, the noise behind me had disappeared, except for two hurried footsteps, rapidly approaching me.

Wu Lin's figure soon appeared next to me, he still looked cold, but at this time, there was a faint impatience in his eyes, he leaned over, squatted, looked at me carefully, and didn't speak for a long time.

I knew what he was worried about, so I smiled back, waved my hand hard, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." ”

Immediately after that, Li Huaishan also rushed over, the ice on the ground was still smooth, and when he ran to my side, he couldn't stop immediately, he fell to the ground with a snort, and slid out of a distance along the inertia.

Li Huaishan crawled back on all fours, and he, like Wu Lin, kept rolling his eyes and looking at me as soon as he put it up.

I also kept looking at Li Huaishan.

There seem to be some changes in his body, but these changes are a bit inexplicable, and I just feel that his breath and the vitality emanating from his body have become more mellow than before, but there is nothing abnormal on the outside.

The scent of the shezi flower that wafted from him before couldn't be smelled now.

"How are you?" I raised my chin at Li Huaishan and asked casually.

Li Huaishan shook his head: "It's okay, it's just an itch on my back, and I can bear it." ”

Wu Lin exhaled a breath of turbidity, held the ground, sat down beside me, and took out a cigar from his arms.

He seemed to be carrying such a cigar on his body, the battle was fierce just now, and this cigar was also this one, and the delicate tobacco was hung on the broken edge, floating gently with the movements of Wu Lin's hand.

It can be seen that Wu Lin is also very tired now, after he took out the lighter, he exhaled again, and then did not light a cigarette, but put the hands holding the lighter and cigar on his knees, trying to adjust his breath.

It seems that among the three of us, only Li Huaishan still has a trace of spare strength, which is very surprising to me.

"Ergou," I pointed to the piece of talisman paper not far in front of me, and said to Li Huaishan, "Pick that thing back." ”

Li Huaishan first glanced back, then lay on the ice, crawled to Dashi's side with difficulty, picked up the rune paper, climbed back along the ice, and handed the rune paper to me.

The texture of this rune paper is very good, delicate and soft, like a smooth silk, which is equivalent to Shantang's rune paper, and the graininess on it is heavier, but in terms of the toughness of the paper, it seems to be better than Shantang paper.

According to the grade, this paper and Shantang paper should be of the same level.

There were indeed two very small lines of words on the talisman, I put my face over it, looked at it carefully, and found that those words were actually ghost scripts unique to Yin Cao, I knew in my heart that they were ghost scripts, but I didn't recognize a single word.

It's like a person who uses Chinese a lot, and encounters rare characters that he has never seen before, and you know they are Chinese characters, but you don't know how to pronounce them, and you don't know what the meaning of each word is.

Li Huaishan rubbed the ground and leaned over, glanced at the talisman, and asked me, "What is written on it?" ”

I shook my head helplessly: "I don't know these words, so I'd better take them home and show them to Xiaohei." ”

Taking advantage of the fact that the pain in my body was no longer so strong, I turned around and glanced at Kankandao and Qingyazi.

Qingyazi was standing in the distance, staring at the wind on the ground, and the Kankan Taoist stared straight at us, his gaze seemed to pass through me and fall on Dashi.

The wind is gone, everyone present is silent, and the extreme silence shows a sense of silence and oppression.

It wasn't until Wu Lin lit the cigar that the sound from the lighter broke the silence that had been stagnant for a long time.

Qing Yazi patted Kan Dao Ren on the shoulder, Kan Kan Dao Ren's eyes finally became less stiff, he lowered his eyelids that had been opening wide, sighed, shook his head, and walked over.

After coming to me, Kankandao's eyes still stayed on Dashi, and he watched silently without saying a word.

Qing Yazi rubbed his shoulders and said to Wu Lin and Li Huaishan, "If you two are fine, follow me." ”

I glanced up at Qingyazi, and Qingyazi said to me again: "I'll take the two of them around to see if there is still a living luxury ratio." ”

Wu Lin spit out a puff of cloud smoke, supported the ground with his hands, and stood up with a little difficulty, and Li Huaishan also got up and followed Qingyazi.

Only Kankandao and I stayed.

After a long silence, he shrunk down and sat down beside me, he looked at Dashi's corpse and said to me, "Thank you." ”

I laughed a little, and Quandang responded.

After a while, the Kankan Taoist said to me, "Five years ago, I used to come to this road. ”

I still smiled: "Guessed." ”

Kankan Taoist then said to me: "When I came here before, I found that this Yin and Yang Dao has been constantly changing, and in the early years, there were only a few extravagant comparisons in this place, and there was no karmic wind and no lunar eclipse. ”

When the last two words were spoken, Kankan Daoist raised his head and looked at the night sky occupied by tea yellow.

I opened my mouth and asked, "You're here to find Dashi, right?" ”

"I thought it was, but then I found out that it wasn't," Kan Kandao's tone was a little dull: "Five years ago, I saw a lunar eclipse in this place, and I also sensed the breath of Dashi's body, and at that time I knew that he would appear soon, I had always wanted to find him, but when he was about to appear in front of me, I was afraid, I didn't dare to meet him, and I left the Yin and Yang Dao that night, and in the next five years, I didn't dare to come back." ”

I shook my head helplessly: "You're not afraid of seeing Dashi, what you're afraid of is seeing your former self." ”

Kankan Daoren suddenly laughed: "You're right, I'm just afraid that after seeing him, I will think of the sins I have done." ”

"Are you familiar with the psychic medium on the Yin Yang Dao?"

"It's not familiar," Kankan Daoist shook his head and said, "It's only a few sides." ”

"Why did he stay here and refuse to leave? He has lived here alone for so many years, what does he live on? ”

"I've heard that people bring him food on a regular basis. He stayed here just to fulfill a promise. In his early years, I heard him say that he seemed to have made an oath in front of someone, saying that he would keep an eye on this yin and yang path until the people who did not go around the mountains returned. ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help frowning.

Kankan Daoren's words were not finished: "I heard someone say a few years ago that Bu Zhoushan seems to have been watching the book of life and death all these years, and they can't enter the Yin Cao, so they plan to create a Yin Cao themselves, so as to explore the cause of the Book of Life and Death." I used to think that this was all a rumor, after all, relying on manpower to build a Yin Cao, it is not so easy, even if the three mountains in the industry participated in the construction with their own hands, the probability of success is very low, no, not low, but with the ability of mortals, there is no possibility of success at all. ”

As I listened to the talker, I shifted my gaze and looked over the nearby ice.

Eight Cold Hell, the Yin and Yang Dao in front of me, already has the prototype of the Eight Cold Hell, and no one can say what it will become in a few decades.

Maybe Buzhou Shan really found a way to build the Yin Cao, but the Yin Cao they created was completely different from the Yin Cao I understood.

To be precise, the Yin Cao in my heart should be linked to the Daomen, but it is not the hell imitated by Zhoushan, but the hell of Buddhism.

I think of my father mentioned in the letter that the reason why people in Buzhou Mountain are looking for a spirit medium is because the spirit medium saw the Sun Tomb in a dream, and the fourfold space in Wu Lin's mouth is also very related to the Sun Tomb.

Coupled with the fact that the spirit medium had disappeared out of thin air on the Yin and Yang Dao, this phenomenon reminded me of those broken spaces hidden in the depths of the Bohai Sea, and the experience of traveling through different spaces.

Now I feel more and more that the Netherworld, the fourfold space, is actually the same place, but the name is different.

Buzhou Shan coveted the book of life and death, but it was just to explore the secret of immortality, which can also be unified with the information I got in the Three Gorges Deserted Village.

Two hours later, Qing Yazi returned with Wu Lin and Li Huaishan, Qing Yazi said that they found a truck at the end of the Yin and Yang Road, and the car was still alive, but like the other Haobi on this road, the tuyere was sealed, and it was completely incapacitated.

In addition, they also found five carrion corpses in a small building, and the death of each corpse was exactly the same as the spirit medium we saw before.

It is almost certain that everyone, including the medium, died at the hands of the Great History. When I fought with Dashi just now, I found that the rotten water flowing from it was exactly the same as the pus on the spirit medium.

(End of chapter)