Yang Muqing wanted to call her name out loud, wanted to ask how she was here, this was her soul dilemma, how could she break in?

But when the words reached his lips, he found that he could not make a sound at all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Murong Cao showed her signature smile, took a few steps forward, walked in front of Yang Muqing, squatted down gently, stretched out his hand, and held the little hand of the five-year-old Yang Muqing.

Yang Muqing stood up with her support, and her heart, which was close to collapse, seemed to have regained strength in Murong Cao's familiar smile.

If Murong Cao didn't come, he wasn't sure when he would be able to hold out for when.

After all, subconsciously, even he felt guilty of himself.

The wind and rain still did not stop, Murong Cao was already drenched, she took Yang Muqing's hand steadily, and walked back along the way she came.

"Bang...... Bang......! ”

A thunderclap swept across the sky from south to north.

Neither of them had an umbrella, and Yang Muqing could clearly see the flying stones rolling down from the edge of the cliff!

This is different from the time and situation he remembers!

No way! No!

He tried his best to pull Murong Cao back, but the speed of the flying stone was obviously faster!

Murong Cao also saw it, but he couldn't dodge it.

He watched as the flying stone smashed into Murong Cao's head, just like when he hit Teacher Xiaoya.

The mist of blood sprayed on his body, and the hand he was holding parted, and he himself was still shamefully unscathed.

Murong Cao seemed to want to smile again, but the smashed and deformed head made her expression look even more terrifying.

Like a dying fish, she struggled to open her eyes twice, then shuddered and finally closed them.

Yang Muqing fell to his knees with his head in his hands, completely unable to believe what was happening in front of him.

How so?

How can this be?

This is his own soul dilemma, why would the person who died be Murong Cao?

Before he came to his senses, Murong Cao, who had obviously lost his life just now, suddenly opened his eyes again, but there were only the whites of his eyes in his sockets, and there were no pupils, which was a manifestation of corpse transformation!

Murong Cao, who has always maintained elegance and beauty, has turned into an ugly and deformed murderous corpse in the blink of an eye.

She seemed to catch Yang Muqing's human breath, and her hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed his neck.

Although this was just a soul parasite, Yang Muqing still really felt the pain and suffocation.

No, all of this shouldn't have evolved like this!

It's like, it's like an uncontrollable nightmare......

Yang Muqing couldn't speak, but it didn't affect the use of the spell, he recited the "Soul Cleansing Mantra", his left hand quickly drew a talisman pattern in the palm of his right hand, and then slapped the palm of his right hand on Murong Cao's forehead.

A ray of light leaked through her body, splitting her body in half from the middle.

The strength in her hands was abruptly exhausted, her hands hung down softly, and Yang Muqing finally regained her breath.

Murong Cao's body began to fall apart, slowly dissipated into two balls, and gradually condensed into the appearance of Huang Xiaoya and Deng Yuanzhou.

"You killed us again."

They were still the most hideous appearance before their lives, and the words they spoke were like the sharpest knives, piercing deep into Yang Muqing's heart.

"You're not them, you're already dead, and now you're just looking for a substitute."

Yang Muqing experienced the great sorrow and joy just now, and her brain, which was blindly immersed in self-condemnation, finally cleared up.

He continued to press the spell and slammed it into the two souls in front of him.

The soul body in front of him didn't seem to expect Yang Muqing to make such a ruthless move, and was hit by a blow, and then scattered like porcelain, shattering into many pieces of remnant souls.

When each remnant soul landed, it let out an unwilling moan.

As he expected, the ghosts he encountered were not actually Huang Xiaoya and Deng Yuanzhou, they were just a wisp of remnant souls imprisoned here, and then used by the evil spirits rooted here to confuse his mind, intending to kill him here, so as to borrow his body to be reborn.

His body is a special psychic physique, and he has been coveted by many evil spirits since he was a child, but after he began to study spells, he has not encountered such a thing for many years.

Seeing that the doom in front of him was solved, Yang Muqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But at the same time, his heart was tight, and the illusion just now also exposed his heart, except for the bomb buried in his memory by Teacher Xiaoya and Deng Yuanzhou, the one who could disturb his heart the most was Murong Cao.

Either way, this doom is finally coming to an end today......

But why is he still five years old, and he hasn't returned to his body smoothly?

"Yang Muqing."

Murong Cao's voice came from behind him, he turned around suddenly, and sure enough, it was Murong Cao again.

Could it be that there are other evil spirits lurking here? Yang Muqing put on a posture of fighting to the end.

He was shocked enough to see her face that he didn't even notice her bloody left hand.

"What are you doing? I've found you, come with me. Murong Cao stretched out his intact right hand and wanted to hold him.

Yang Muqing broke free, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

"If you don't come with me, I'm going to bleed to death." Murong Cao helplessly stretched out his left hand to show him.

She didn't know what he had been through, only that he didn't fully trust her now.

Yang Muqing was shocked by her scarred and bloody palm, this was not a picture he remembered, so it was impossible to be made.

Standing in front of him at this time was indeed the real Murong Cao.

Yang Muqing stretched out his little hand, Murong Cao held him, and walked forward unswervingly.

In this section of the road to reality, Yang Muqing gradually recovered to the appearance of twenty-five years old.

Murong Cao looked at him and smiled, "Watching you grow up little by little, how can I have the joy of being a mother?" ”

Yang Muqing listened to her deviant jokes, and was not angry at all, but looked deeply into her eyes, wanting to judge how serious she was.

Li Hang, who was already waiting for his feet, finally saw Yang Muqing open his eyes.

"Where's A-Cao?"

Yang Muqing looked around and didn't see Murong Cao.

"Here."

In reality, Murong Cao had turned back halfway, re-ascended the mountain, and slowly walked in front of the two.

"Show me your hands."

Yang Muqing's voice was muffled.

Murong Cao had been hiding his left hand behind him just now, and when he saw Yang Muqing's eyes firm, he reluctantly stretched it out.

Ten deep openings on the top, crisscrossing from the palm of the hand to the forearm.

Yang Muqing suddenly had an urge to cry, and he tried his best to control it, using the lightest strength to hold her hand full of wounds.

"Murong Cao, how can I feel that the more I owe you, the more I owe you?"

"It's okay, it's still a long life, you can pay it back slowly."

The pain made Murong Cao's face pale a little, but it didn't damage her smile at all.