Zuo Kui was silent for a long time.

Yi Shan's state made him feel abnormal.

"What do you need me to do?"

"Everything you can do." Yi Shanquan said: "In the past year, you have also learned a lot of things. Although you are now a half-dead and half-alive person, since you have chosen to work in Liufangzhai, it is also your duty to do things for the ghost path. ”

Zuo Kui nodded solemnly:

"Hmm."

Whether it was in the past or now, running away and leaving behind friends is definitely not something Zuo Kui would do.

But he already knew the gravity of the matter. Even though his heart has changed drastically, he is still a little nervous.

Time passed, and the sun rose higher and higher.

Zuo Kui was so exhausted that he couldn't even get nervous.

Suddenly, a gong sounded.

Yi Shanwan and Zuo Kui looked at the street together.

The procession entered this folk street, and the gongs and drums were noisy, and firecrackers rang out.

A myriad of ghost operas dance at the front of the procession, and rattan statues of the city gods are placed in ornate palanquins, carried by a group of people dressed in traditional costumes.

This battle is so lively.

The people on both sides of the river held incense and prayed, and they were extremely pious.

Zuo Kui's nervousness immediately returned.

He glanced at Yi Shanwan and found that Yi Shanduan's eyes were cold, staring at the procession.

Zuo Kui stared, the whites of his eyes disappeared, and it was pitch black.

He stared at the procession and was suddenly taken aback.

The procession was gloomy. The only thing that is clean is the rattan statue of the city god.

His eyes recovered and he glanced at Yi Shan.

Yi Shandu sneered and did not speak.

Zuo Kui felt a little at a loss.

"Do you want to do it?" He asked.

"Wait." Easy mountains are all the way.

In the midst of the bustle, the statue of the city god slowly moved forward and was gradually carried to the center of the folk street.

Yi Shanwan stood up, he took a deep breath, and his whole body swelled slightly.

Immediately after, he blew out in one breath.

All of a sudden, the clouds were overcast. The wind swept through the entire folk street, and the smoke and dust brought up made the whole street invisible to the five fingers.

The crowds were constantly shielded from the strong winds. All of them slowed down, until they froze and could no longer move.

However, there was no one in the procession escorting the statue to avoid the strong winds.

They quickly lined up in an array and surrounded the sedan at the core.

Those people lost the whites of their eyes one by one, and their faces were gray and solemn.

Yi Shanwan and Zuo Kui jumped down.

They rushed into the crowd, and the soul locks and the two rulers opened their bows left and right.

Soon, the escort was beaten to pieces. Streams of black gas flew out of them, accompanied by a piercing scream.

Zuo Kui suddenly understood that these were mortals possessed by Yin Biao.

Finally, all the inconsistencies were defeated.

Although the wind had long since stopped, the clouds covered the surroundings in total darkness.

All the mortals stood like statues, and the whole street was silent.

This atmosphere is like a horror wax museum.

Zuo Kui and Yi Shan looked up at the statue of the city god, and felt that the wooden face was indescribably weird.

Yi Shan slowly walked towards the sedan chair of the City God, and every step was extremely slow and heavy.

Zuo Kui followed him, and followed suit.

His hand grasping the ruler trembled slightly.

The two stood opposite the statue of the City God, no more than a meter or two apart.

Yi Shanquan stood like a statue, without any follow-up movements.

Zuo Kui was not puzzled.

He knows that Yi Shandu is such a person, quiet as a virgin, and moving like a rabbit.

They just stood like this, and time seemed to lose its meaning.

Just when Zuo Kui was impatient, Yi Shandu suddenly became difficult, and Zuo Kui couldn't see his movements clearly.

He appeared in front of the statue in an instant, and the glittering soul lock slashed down with the wind, like a large knife.

The statue of the city god was split in half, and the entire sedan chair was split in half.

A ball of light rushed out of the ruined statue of the city god and drilled into the ground as if it were underground.

Yi Shan swept the Soul Lock violently and slammed it into the ball of light.

The ball of light was knocked out and landed on the ground, revealing a human being.

It was a person dressed similarly to Zuo Kui and Yi Shan, dressed in black with a high collar and a pale face.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Yi Shan shouted angrily, and rushed forward with the iron rope again.

Zuo Kui doesn't need to guess, he also knows that this is the boss of Liufangzhai.

The speed of the previous boss and Yi Shanji was amazingly fast, and Zuo Kui couldn't reach it.

He watched the two of them hit the street in an instant, and then he reacted and desperately followed.

Yi Shandu and the previous boss were in a stalemate, and shouted loudly:

"What the hell do you want?!"

The strange thing is that the previous boss only cared about running away and never said a word.

Yi Shan was furious, and the light was wrapped around the iron rope, dancing like a stick.

He threw the rope out violently, folded his hands, and said something in his mouth, and his eyes were shining.

The iron rope approached the previous boss in an instant and strangled him fiercely.

"Hey!"

Yi Shan let out a loud shout, and the previous boss suddenly distorted his face in pain and fell from the air to the ground.

Yi Shan fell to the ground, grabbed him by the collar, and shouted angrily:

"Why the hell are you doing that? What the hell are you doing? Say! ”

The previous boss looked at him, and the muscles in his face began to twitch strangely.

His face began to distort from convulsions, and his entire face and body began to disintegrate as if it had melted.

In the blink of an eye, the previous boss's entire body melted away. Only a pile of filthy pus remained, stained with Yi Shan's body.

Yi Shan's face was stunned, his body stiffened like this, and he forgot to move.

Suddenly, his pupils dilated.

A jade-like dagger was inserted into his heart, and black gas began to pour out wildly.

The hand holding the dagger was sticking out of the pus.

That hand was rotten and disgusting.

Yi Shan clutched his chest, gasping rapidly and falling backwards.

The hand seemed to have completed its task, and slowly sank into the pus and disappeared.

As if it had never been there.

Yi Shan tried his best to pull out the dagger, but no matter how hard he tried, except for the increasingly severe pain, the dagger remained motionless.

He felt his strength draining away like crazy, and he couldn't control himself.

Zuo Kui finally arrived, and he was taken aback when he saw Yi Shanduan.

He tried to help Yi Shandu pull out the dagger, desperately calling his name.

Yi Shan's panting became more and more intense.

Suddenly, he grabbed Zuo Kui and said while gasping:

"Optimistic...... Hexagonal ...... Optimistic about ......"

Yi Shanwan's movements came to an abrupt end.

The black qi on his chest stopped surging, and the jade dagger turned into a puff of flying ash.

His hand was still grasping Zuo Kui's arm, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was extremely unwilling because he couldn't take his last breath.

Zuo Kui looked at all this, and his mind went blank.

He sat like this, as if he felt that Yi Shanqian would take a full breath and sit up again at any moment and tell him his next move.

An hour passed, two hours passed.

The surroundings were still as black as ink, and Yi Shanwan's movements did not change in the slightest.

He's dead.