There stood a woman with a goose egg face and willow eyebrows, light lips, hair tied behind her with a white hosta, and a Luoxia Mountain entry token hanging from her waist.

She was in a hurry, and it didn't seem to be abrupt when she mixed in with the figures of the other monks, and those people didn't pay much attention to it as if she was also looking for someone.

Song Qingyin subconsciously took a step over there. Cheng Ye hurriedly grabbed her, her current look was exactly the same as Xiao Minglan during the day.

"Don't worry, Brother Cheng." She whispered, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "It's better to throw such a conspicuous target at us than to look around aimlessly." ”

Before Cheng Ye could react, he heard her exclaim, "Senior Sister Qingya!" Why are you here! ”

Cheng Ye: ......

Knowing that she had her own plans, Cheng Ye was not so anxious, and waited for her to sprint a few steps before slowly following.

Su Qingya glanced back at her, furrowed her eyebrows, not knowing what trouble she had encountered. Seeing that they were about to walk in, he suddenly stomped his feet, turned around and walked briskly to the other side.

The voice calling for her behind her never stopped, but she ignored it and just lowered her head and walked forward. The part of the road that followed her was longer than the part of the road that Song Qingyin and they walked out of the courtyard. When Song Qingyin was about to take it back, the person walking in front finally stopped. Su Qingya glanced up at the dilapidated signboard of the wine shop in front of her, lifted her skirt and stepped in.

Song Qingyin stopped at the door, and the walls of the wine shop were all smoked black and gray. Although it has been a few years, you can still smell the burnt smell from the broken wood, and it looks like it has experienced a fire. There is a layer of misty resentment shrouded in the sign of the wine shop, and judging by this thickness, it is estimated that many people have died.

She wanted to make out more about the reason why the resentment had gathered on this sign, but suddenly a woman's terrible scream sounded in the night sky, accompanied by the sound of a murmuring piano from the second floor of the restaurant.

"The voice is...... Sister Lan? She didn't wait for Cheng Ye to follow, and broke into the wine shop directly. The stairs leading to the second floor were burned to the point that there was not much left to be stepped on, and Song Qingyin carefully avoided those cracks and ran up to the second floor.

However, the second floor of the wine shop was empty, and only Xiao Minglan sat on the ground alone. Tears flowed down her dull eyes, smashing down on the scarecrow figure she was clutching tightly in her hand. Although this thing was poorly made, it had a spirit that made a crying appearance with its painted face.

"Singing Kite...... Singing kite......"

Xiao Minglan kept reading a name in his mouth, and Song Qingyin approached and listened carefully, probably the word 'Ming Kite'. The scarecrow doll in her hand lowered her eyebrows and made a sad gesture.

There was a slight sound of wind in her ears, Song Qingyin tilted her head to the left and right at the same time pinched the other party's wrist, she quickly turned around and grabbed her neck with her right hand. Su Qingya obviously didn't expect her to react so quickly, she struggled twice and didn't break away, she flattened her mouth and suddenly burst into tears.

Song Qingyin's jaw was about to be frightened.

You must know that Su Qingya is a person who always has the style of a senior sister when she falls on Luoxia Mountain, and she will not be so out of shape when she is outside. She is not close to Song Qingyin, but she is not a bad person, and she has never treated her harshly, and on the first day she entered the mountain, this senior sister named her.

In addition to crying, I couldn't say a word about this 'Su Qingya' in front of me.

Her hand is still pressed on someone's neck, no matter how you look at it, she is bullying others. The sultry sound of the piano sounded again, intermittently as if someone was walking, stepping on the strings with every step.

"Let it go...... Let it go, it doesn't want to hurt you. ”

It was a woman who spoke, but her voice was not good, as if her throat was hoarse from smoke. It sounded like the other party should have arrived at his side, but Song Qingyin looked around and didn't see anyone talking.

She hesitated, but let go of her hand. As soon as 'Su Qingya' was liberated, he immediately jumped away from her several feet, covered his neck and coughed several times before glaring at her sadly, turned around and disappeared in place, leaving only a straw puppet where he was.

A thin, pale hand picked it up and carefully wiped the dust from it. The woman was holding a delicately crafted lute in her arms, and with every step she took, the sound of plucking strings came from the lute strings. It looks like a machine spirit, but when you distinguish it carefully, you find that it is different from the machine spirit, which is a living being, and the spirit body is born from the 'device' itself, and the two are one. But this woman's spirit and the pipa seem to be one, but in fact they are completely independent, more like a person who has been locked up in the pipa after death.

"She has something to say to you when she was alive." The woman handed the scarecrow doll to her, and the little doll looked very resistant to returning to the man who had just choked her neck, and her eyebrows were about to stand up.

Song Qingyin panicked for no reason, "She, who is she?" ”

The woman tilted her head suspiciously, and glanced at the puppet in her hand, "Su ...... Elegant. ”

What's going on? What does it mean to have something to say 'in life'? She subconsciously glanced at Xiao Minglan, who was sitting on the ground, the tears on her face were not dry, and she was clutching the doll with both hands.

This time, the woman no longer allowed her to refuse, and directly stuffed the doll into her hand.

The puppet cried again.

The moment she touched her hand, the woman was suddenly stunned, and then showed a look of surprise, "It's you, you come here, can I leave!" She laughed happily, and the sound of the lute rang out.

At this time, the doors and windows suddenly closed with two bangs, and they were all locked in as if they were deliberately trying to refute the woman's words.

"Why?" The woman looked at the closed doors and windows in a daze, "Didn't you say that I could leave when she came?" Oh yes, yes, I've got to get the stuff out! ”

When she turned to meet Song Qingyin's eyes again, the sound of the pipa had become sharp, her originally clear eyes were soaked in scarlet, and the void 'qi' on her body gradually became turbid. The straw villain had long forgotten what the person holding it had just done to it, and was so frightened that he stuffed his straw head into Song Qingyin's sleeve and trembled.

It's a ghost!

The monks once divided the spirits of the dead into three kinds, one is the spirit of resentment gathered after a tragic death, and the other is the spirit of the heart after death without resentment and has not hurt people, this kind of spirit is very clean and harmless, generally called the soul, and the spirit of nothing to cause trouble, murder and evil, is called a ghost.

Song Qingyin was almost subconsciously ready to awaken the bloodline of his blood spell master, but the moment he smeared the small sword in his hand, he stopped, and instead took out the spirit rune in his arms and threw it. The target of the spirit rune is not the woman who turns into a ghost, but the signboard hanging outside the window behind the woman at the moment!

Something surrounded by resentment must be the culprit who turned a woman into a ghost!

It wasn't a vegetarian either, and the rune was bounced back before it could break through the window, shattered into pieces in mid-air. Song Qingyin was affected, and there was a burst of fishy sweetness in his mouth. Seeing that Song Qingyin's spirit rune could not do any substantial harm to it at all, the thing was even more arrogant, and he stabbed the woman's eyebrows through the wooden window with a huge resentment. Attacked by resentment, the woman's soul became even more restless, and the piercing sound of the piano struck the consciousness of the people around her.

Song Qingyin secretly said that it was not good! didn't have time to react too much, and directly reached out and grabbed the black mass.

"Cloud !!"

The frantic piano sound really calmed down, and Yun Ruo looked at her in confusion. Song Qingyin's hand was blurred by the thing he was holding, and even he had to sigh that his left hand was really full of disasters.

The blood dispersed the resentment that was wrapping around that thing, and Song Qingyin was finally able to see his true appearance. It was a shattered fragment of a blade. The only thing that can be said to be special is that it can still maintain its original sharpness under the erosion of such a strong resentment.

Song Qingyin stared at his left hand, and it was that familiar feeling again! In the shards of the blade, something clamored to become one with her.

She was not the only one who fell silent, and Yun Ruo also looked at the same place as her stupidly. After a while, she gently placed the lute in her arms on the ground and peeled off the placket of her chest with trembling fingers. The scarlet in her eyes hadn't faded, but had precipitated into a deeper, dark red.

She finally pulled her shirt open, and there was a stab on her heart. Song Qingyin finally knew where that sense of disobedience came from, if the youngest daughter of the wine shop was burned here, then why did her soul not have any traces of being burned at all?

After death, the soul of a person will remain the same as it was at the moment before death. Yun Ruo was not burned to death at all, but had been killed before the liquor store was burned down.

"I thought it would ...... He just didn't have time to save me, he didn't have time to save everyone trapped here...... So I don't hate him...... I've even been waiting for him, always. Yun Ruo covered her face, and blood and tears flowed from between her fingers.

There was a sudden sound of broken strings in his ears, Song Qingyin sighed secretly, the ghost was formed, and there was no turning back.

The fragment of the sword blade actually shrank, he turned around and took advantage of Song Qingyin's unpreparedness to break free from her grasp, and stabbed Song Qingyin in the neck before he had time to return to himself.

It was too late to do anything at the moment, and she magically calmed down and closed her eyes and waited for the severe pain to come.

The blade pierced the skin, but the imaginary pain did not come, only a cold breath hit her full bosom. She hurriedly opened her eyes.

Sure enough, it was Lu Qichuan.

He gritted his teeth, but there was still a little dangerous smile on his lips. The splinter trembled and clutched in his hand, the sharp tip already piercing into his chest.

"When exactly will you be obedient?"