Lanruo Temple.

The candlelight flickered, Qi Zihuan's body fell to the side, the side of his neck was still gurgling and bleeding, and his limbs, chest and abdomen occasionally twitched unconsciously.

The little red puppet stood next to the corpse, staring deeply at the man he had killed with his own hands.

"Are you sure this body can still be used in the future?" The puppet suddenly spoke, and his voice was very pleasant.

The dead on earth were obviously unable to answer.

The windows in the room were closed, and there was not even the sound of the wind, only Nie Xiaoqian's own voice was echoing.

"If it weren't for your repeated insistence, I really wouldn't have been able to do this." Nie Xiaoqian in the puppet sighed again.

This time there was a response.

Not far away, there was a sound of a whisper, and in the darkness before the candlelight, another puppet stood up, and walked over with some shaking.

"It's just that I can't do it myself, so I let you come."

This puppet also has facial features, but the voice is Qi Zihuan's.

Nie Xiaoqian pointed to the corpse on the ground and asked, "Are you really sure?" ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to joke with myself." Qi Zihuan was holding the puppet's arm, trying to adapt to the new body, "I've tried this secret technique several times, and I can be sure that as long as the soul returns to the body, the fatal damage on the body will heal, and I don't know the specific principle...... Anyway, the last time I performed the operation, I strangled myself to death, and I accidentally used too much force and broke my throat bone, but I still recovered immediately after returning to my soul. ”

Even if Nie Xiaoqian has been a ghost for more than ten years, she was a little dumbfounded when she heard this.

She was silent for a moment, and asked a little faintly, "Young Master Ning, are you okay?" ”

Whether it is a woman or a female ghost, she will never forget her first man.

"I have settled him in the county town of Guobei, where the yang energy is strong, and no ghost or demon dares to slaughter the city against the sky, at least the safety can still be guaranteed. As long as this is over, you will still have time to meet him before you are reincarnated. Qi Zihuan also knew her thoughts, and said with relief.

"Can we really come back?"

"The risk is very high, but this is the only chance, Xiaoqing has been completely scattered into ashes, that thousand-year-old dryad is now bent on forming an alliance with the old demon of Montenegro, and will definitely pay more attention to your ashes, unless she is completely destroyed, it will ......"

Whether to be a slave forever, or to seize the opportunity to fight hard, this is the choice that Qi Zihuan gave her.

"Well, Xiaoqian just does." Nie Xiaoqian's voice was still soft, but there was great firmness in her tone.

Qi Zihuan said softly: "Actually, there is still a great chance, as long as the story you told me is true." ”

……

In fact, when Nie Xiaoqian and Qi Zihuan met for the first time, Qi Zihuan didn't have any plans at that time, but was just going to say some empty words first, pull Nie Xiaoqian into the camp of justice and order, and then a few people sat down and slowly discussed the plan, slowly drawing it up.

After all, according to his analysis at that time, the old demon of Montenegro was either comparable in strength to the king of Hades, or he had a deep relationship with him, and it was difficult to fight the enemy no matter what.

But at that time, because Nie Xiaoqian was in love for the first time, she was moved by an empty talk that she could regain her freedom, thus revealing a key piece of information.

It turns out that although the place where the old demon of Montenegro is located is called the city of death, it is not the underworld city opened up by the Bodhisattva King of Jizo, but is located between the yang world and the underworld.

A few hundred years ago, when the old dynasty collapsed and the new dynasty was not established, the country was in turmoil, and the princes from all walks of life raised troops one after another, competing for the world in the chaos.

And now there is a city near Guobei County called Yancheng, and the general who defends the city is the eldest son of the meritorious family of the previous dynasty, although the character is withdrawn and stubborn, but the heart of loyalty is extremely firm. Moreover, he was calm and experienced in his soldiers, and was known for his good defense, so several forces at that time raised troops to attack the city, but they were all repulsed.

Later, a general attacked the city, and gradually became a trend, and because the geographical location of the flooded city was really critical, after sending people to surrender several times to no avail, he simply crushed it with a tenfold army regardless of damage.

After three months of fighting, almost all the soldiers and civilians of Yancheng were encouraged by the generals who defended the city, guarding the city day and night to defend and repair the city walls.

But the people are still fighting less and less, and the food in the city has long been consumed.

Every day, a large number of corpses are burned that are too late to be buried.

The plague is still spreading.

Many of the city's men were drained by hunger and disease, and the elected representatives of the army and civilians knelt before the mansion of the commander who defended the city, begging him to open a gate with mercy and let at least some of the willing people go out to flee or surrender.

"The city is in the people, and the city is dead."

This was the only word that came out of the general guarding the city through the heavy gate.

After resisting for another half a month, the walls were torn everywhere, and almost everyone in the remaining defenders was wounded.

Almost all the people still alive in the city were scrawny, and there was no trace of life in their eyes.

I ate everything I could.

Even the uninfected corpses were cooked and eaten.

The general trend has gone, and the city is about to be broken.

Finally, in the middle of the night when the besieging side was temporarily suspended, the defending general took his core troops to disarm the rest of the troops first, and then ordered the last fire oil to be set on fire everywhere in the city.

If there is resistance, there will be no mercy.

He and four of his most loyal men personally guarded the gates, allowing the crowd to cry and resolutely refrain from opening them.

It was a windy night, and the flames soon filled half the sky.

In the entire flooded city, more than 10,000 soldiers and civilians who were lucky not to have died in the previous battle, including the generals who defended the city themselves, were all burned to death in the city.

Not a single person has left a grain for the enemy.

This is the "loyalty" he wants.

Perhaps it is indeed determined and resolute, the generals who defend the city are still ghosts even after death, and they are stranded here with more than 10,000 ghosts who were innocently burned to death, and build the city and name it "Dead City".

From now on, it does not belong to the yang world, nor does it enter the underworld.

He called himself the old demon of Montenegro, trapped the ghost in the city and trained day and night, in order to one day attack the world and overthrow the rule of the "puppet dynasty".

……

"These are all things that grandma told me and Xiaoqing when she was analyzing the surrounding situation before, grandma has no right-hand man under her, and she is bent on cultivating the two of us, so there should be no fake."

"Well, if that's the case, there's still a lot more chance than I thought." Qi Zihuan said softly, "No matter what, we have to give it a try." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, there was another sound in the corner of the room.

One by one, the puppets sat up, walked up, and lined up.

There are eighteen in total, all of them faceless.

"Let's go." He didn't turn his head to look at Nie Xiaoqian again, and after spitting out two words, he first raised his feet and walked into the darkness.

Eighteen faceless puppets also marched in a neat line.

Nie Xiaoqian lowered her head and muttered like a mosquito.

"yes, I have to give it a try."

She looked up and strode to follow.

Twenty puppets disappeared into the room.