Behind the fog was the way Cloud City had been earlier, and they were now in a bustling liquor shop. Everywhere there was a noisy crowd of diners, probably in the summer, and people sweated despite their thin clothing. But even so, they refused to move to the sparsely populated second floor, and they all huddled in the hall on the first floor, and even spontaneously vacated a large area in the center.

After a while, the noisy crowd fell silent. The curtain was lifted from behind, and out came a woman in a light onion gauze dress.

"Yun Ruo?" Song Qingyin asked in a low voice.

Lu Qichuan nodded, his aura was indeed Yun Ruo, but it was very different from the appearance of the living souls they had seen before. This woman's slender waist is unbearable, her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her cheeks are plump, her eyes are full of smiles, and the pipa in her arms is still the one they have seen.

She bowed to the crowd around her, plucked the strings with her bare hands, and the soft and moving tune poured out. Song Qingyin couldn't help but sigh: "Even a layman like me thinks it's good, it seems that this 'Qin Immortal' is not in vain." ”

Lu Qichuan didn't answer her words, only stared at the pipa in Yun Ruo's arms thoughtfully.

The performance didn't last long, and the diners seemed to be used to it, Yun Ruo bowed again and hugged the pipa and prepared to retreat. At this moment, a thin and tall man suddenly came out of the crowd, this man was indeed handsome, and there was a natural aura on his body, Song Qingyin speculated that he should be a monk.

"Miss Yunruo stays!" His action attracted the attention of most people, and Yun Ruo also stopped and looked at him with a puzzled look.

The man saluted and handed over a handkerchief in a dignified manner, "Miss Yunruo, this is the handkerchief you just dropped." ”

Song Qingyin guessed that his current expression should be the same as that of the onlookers around him, with 'This person is so shameless' written on his face. But Yun Ruo was only slightly stunned, and even reached out to take it and blushed slightly and thanked him.

"Oh my God," Song Qingyin looked up to the sky and sighed, "What a cliché bridge!" ”

Lu Qichuan said: "Not really. ”

"How?"

Lu Qichuan pointed at the man, "I saw with my own eyes just now that he took out the handkerchief from his arms." ”

Song Qingyin: ......

Co-authored or chased the girl in a planned way.

For the next five days, this man came every day, but this was nothing strange, because the diners here didn't come every day, but he came by himself, and always brought some gadgets for Yun Ruo. What hairpin rouge fan or the like, although it is not worth a few dollars, Yun Ruo is obviously very happy. Others also wanted to follow suit, but Yun Ruo was the only one who received it.

Song Qingyin only felt that there was a tooth-wrenching sour smell of love in the air.

Sure enough, the two got together, and the owner of the liquor store was kind and open-minded, and soon allowed the man to come over every day to help. At this point, they haven't noticed anything wrong.

Soon, Yun Ruo had a serious illness. Her health is getting worse and worse, and even playing the pipa on weekdays has become very reluctant, and all kinds of Lang Chinese medicine practitioners have been invited, but it is only said that her body is too weak and needs to recuperate. The boss and the proprietress turned gray with sorrow, but Yun Ruo's body never got better. It wasn't until the man begged for medicine for her from a wandering immortal that she felt a little more energetic.

The man went out for longer and longer periods, and except for feeding her medicine, he hardly saw anyone at other times.

"No wonder." Lu Qichuan suddenly said for no reason.

Song Qingyin was still worried about Yun Ruo's condition, and was taken aback by him.

"You know again??" She asked.

"Got it," Lu Qichuan nodded, "Yun Ruo is a demon." ”

Song Qingyin plucked her ears, did she have auditory hallucinations just now. "No, it's impossible for the demon clan to turn into a ghost after death, but you can also see Yun Ruo's appearance."

"Yes, I see it. Fragmented, a soul that must rely on the pipa to manifest itself. ”

Song Qingyin's expression froze, "What do you mean." ”

"The owner of the wine shop should be an ordinary person, and the demon bloodline in Yun Ruo's body comes from her mother." The two of them set their eyes on the woman who was weeping in front of the sickbed, the woman's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and there was a kind of beauty after years of precipitation. Song Qingyin carefully discerned it for a long time before she sensed a little bit of demonic energy from her.

Demonic energy is different from reiki, aura, which is carried by a person when he is born, and will not dissipate even if he does not cultivate, but if he does not replenish it in time, he will dissipate over time. And the best and fastest way to replenish the demonic energy is to absorb the transformation aura.

The proprietress of the liquor store must have not hurt anyone in a long time. Thinking of this, Song Qingyin secretly breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay.

"Then this is even more strange, Yun Ruo was so close to me at that time, but I didn't feel the breath of the demon on her body at all, ah! Did I get a cold nose plugged? ”

Lu Qichuan: ......

"Keep an eye out for that man's saber." Lu Qichuan shook his head, apparently despairing of her IQ.

So for the next half pillar of incense time, Song Qingyin kept glaring at the sword. stared at the eyes so sore that he didn't see any doorway, and when he was about to ask again, he saw Lu Qichuan move his wrist calmly.

I felt a chill on my neck instantly.

But Lu Qichuan was obviously not as naïve as she thought, "The fragment that attacked you came from this sword, and I suspect that Yun Ruo can't get rid of him if he becomes like that." ”

The saber is the one on the man's body. He has been appearing in wine shops less and less recently, and Song Qingyin is not very good-looking, and he knows what is on that sword. And Yun Ruo is losing weight day by day, and when the year is approaching, he is already in shape.

It's Chinese New Year's Eve.

Although Miss Yunruo can no longer play for everyone, the wine shop is still very lively this day, and the mellow aroma of wine fills all corners of the wine shop, and everyone's face is a little drunk. It was rare for Yun Ruo to get out of bed and walk around, and he was also infected by the lively atmosphere, and his cheeks were slightly rosy.

She leaned against the window with her lute in her arms, looked at the fireworks outside that lit up the night sky and the children who ran away laughing, smiled, and plucked the strings a few times. The man said he would come today, and she smiled. Where Yun Ruo was at the moment was in the small cubicle behind the signboard hanging on the second floor. From time to time, firecrackers rang out in the streets, and the loud noise masked something else.

Song Qingyin and Lu Qichuan glanced at each other, something was going to happen.

Sure enough, the fire first burned from the side of the dark alley, and soon reached an uncontrollable momentum. By the time the guests in the liquor shop woke up from their drunken dreams, the fire had almost burned in front of them.

"It's out of the water!!" I don't know who shouted first, and the people in the room suddenly became a mess. Yun Ruo, who was on the second floor, heard the movement, stumbled up and wanted to go downstairs to see what was going on, but just stood up and walked two steps but remembered that the pipa was still in the position where she had just sit, she turned around, and her fingertips had not touched the pipa that had not left her body.

Outside the door that she opened with her own hands, a sharp blade fragment burst through the air, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through her chest and nailed deep to the signboard outside the window. Immediately afterwards, the people in the liquor store gradually realized that no matter how they went, they just couldn't get out, and a huge fear enveloped the liquor store.

And Yun Ruo didn't even have time to look back at who killed her, only a few drops of blood that had been brought out fell on the pipa, pressing the strings and ringing twice, as if someone was playing them.

This is the bizarre catastrophe that claimed fifty-five lives without ever showing up. The blade of the sword nailed to the signboard carried a seal, and the souls of these fifty-five people after their tragic deaths could not leave, and the heavy resentment and their spirits were absorbed by it.

"He did it." Song Qingyin said firmly, only that man could be. He tried his best to get close to Yun Ruo, for probably this day.

Lu Qichuan looked at the blade that was wantonly absorbing the divine soul, and his head was swollen and painful, as if something was clamoring to merge with him, waiting for him to take it off with his own hands.

Things changed at this point, and the blade's absorption was interrupted, and it was Yun Ruo, who was closest to it, who interrupted it. The pipa was played but there was a dingdong music, Song Qingyin listened carefully, it was Yun Ruo's favorite song on weekdays. The corpse that fell to the ground gradually dissipated into a point of light and merged into the lute, and the sword blade that had been robbed of the ration was furious, and the sword qi attacked the musical instrument across the window.

The pipa strings vibrated violently, and the sound of the piano in the vocal range actually dispersed the sword qi. couldn't hit her, and seeing that there was really no way to take her, the sword blade died down, concentrating on devouring resentment.

Song Qingyin muttered: "I didn't expect that Yun Ruo usually regarded this pipa as a treasure, and actually let the dead thing come to life. And the first reaction of this pipa to give birth to divine consciousness was to protect Yun Ruo's incomplete divine soul.

Remembering that this was the end, Song Qingyin only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and in the fog, she only remembered grabbing Lu Qichuan's hand. When I opened my eyes again, I felt blood all over my hands.

"Ninety-nine!!" didn't wait for her to ask about Lu Qichuan's condition, only to hear Xiao Minglan shouting from the side.

She hugged Yun Ruo, who had become a powerful ghost, in order to prevent Song Qingyin from being injured, she spent a lot of effort, and her white forearms were full of torn blood. The person she hugged was still screaming and struggling, and blood and tears flowed out of her angry eyes.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color, and a pen broke through the seal and flashed in front of them, looking for Yun Ruo's location and hitting it extremely quickly. Song Qingyin didn't even have time to shout the word 'don't', and the simple-looking over-the-top pen passed through the center of the ghost's eyebrows, and not even a drop of blood was spilled.

A cold hand covered her eyes as she stared blankly ahead.

"Don't look at it." Lu Qichuan sat up with his other hand propped up his body, his eyes swept over the pen with the same breath as its owner, and snorted disdainfully.