Wu Xing remained silent, silently looking at the sugar man on the hospital bed full of tubes, whether I admit it or not, the sugar man has become like this now, and he has nothing to do with himself. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Is the power of the Ding family's copper kettle so powerful, or is it a taboo that I want to inquire about? My head was a mess, and I just felt as if I had touched something I shouldn't have touched.

Out of guilt, Wu Xing and Zong Xin stayed overnight. The first night after surgery was still in the danger period, and our bank paid for a nurse for the sugar man, but the person is still in the ICU, and everyone is separated from the glass window. Sugar Man's little girlfriend has been watching him outside the grid glass, and her eyes are full of tears. Wu Xing couldn't stand this kind of scene, so he and Zongxin sat on a chair in the corridor and waited for dawn.

It was also at this time that I knew that the sugar man and Zongxin could be said to be a friendship that grew up with a bare butt, before the Ding family did not produce the sugar man and his father, the Bai family and the Ding family have been moving around very closely, and later because of the antiques, the friendship was hurt, and the Bai family could not turn their faces because the Ding family and Wei were not familiar, so it has become clear in recent years.

Wu Xing sighed inwardly: "Maybe I really shouldn't have asked about these things." This is a compromise, although Wu Xing is still obsessed with everything in the ghost axe screen, but now that human life is really involved, Wu Xing is a little timid.

Chengdu was very hot in August, and the sugar man's girlfriend couldn't stand up in the middle of the night, so Zong Xin persuaded the girl for a long time to persuade the girl to go back to rest, but at four o'clock in the morning, the girl came again, with two thermos buckets in her hands.

Zong Xin had already fallen asleep on the chair at this time, Wu Xing didn't understand Sichuan dialect very well, the little girl put the thermos bucket on his hand, and said in broken Mandarin: "You are also tired, I won't make anything else, this is porridge." ”

Wu Xing had a very good impression of her, and she didn't add any seasoning in this porridge, it was a light red date porridge, people like Wu Xing who were so picky about the taste also felt very appetizing, he thanked him, sat on the chair at Zong Xin's feet and ate it.

While eating, Zong Xin suddenly sat up straight, "What taste?" ”

Wu Xing was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Your dog nose is really good, get up and eat porridge." ”

Zong Xin showed a vigilant expression, he didn't even need to smell it anymore, he immediately sensed that the smell was wrong, the young man's astonishing acuity and his eyebrows and eyes immediately became clear, and his childish face was immediately full of murderous intent when he turned his head violently.

"Dementor soup?"

As he spoke, Bai Zongxin had already jumped up and kicked towards Sugar Man's little girlfriend. The little girl was like a frightened rabbit, narrowly dodging a kick, and then ran towards the end of the corridor like crazy, Bai Zongxin also ran away, but if Bai Zongxin paid a little attention to my line, he knew that he was already very wrong at this time.

What does it feel like? The whole world was shaking, and he could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and the laughter from far and near, which could not have been possible in the hospital, the voice laughed so ghostly, every time he heard it, it was like an electric current piercing the eardrum. Wu Xing felt that the world was too noisy, these laughter were too ugly, and he needed to be quiet......

Before the last bit of consciousness disappeared, he thought of what Zong Xin said-Soul Soup!

Soul soup is a kind of Miao Jiang witch Gu technique, Miao Jiang witch Gu and Taoism can also be regarded as intersecting, Taoism pays attention to three games: one is a spell, two is a charm, and three is a law. And Miao Jiang witchcraft is very refined on top of spells.

All the external forms of Miao Jiang's witchcraft correspond to corresponding spells, such as Gu worms that can control people's hearts, such as this kind of "soul soup" that can allow people's souls to enter a specific formation.

Although Wu Xing has no attainment in Feng Shui Yin and Yang Technique, his curiosity about strange things can be said to be innate, so before he lost consciousness, he already understood that if he woke up, he would definitely be in a formation.

And this is exactly the case, after I regained consciousness, I immediately saw this familiar street. He actually arrived at this street outside Jindu Mansion again.

Wu Xing remembered what Sister Furong said: After the fifteenth day of this month, this ghost house screen array will be completely destroyed. And judging from the current situation, was Jindu Embroidery Workshop forced to be anxious, and even looked for him in a panic to make up for the formation? Even if he enters the formation, but Wei Wuxing is a half-man who doesn't even know what the formation eye is, how can he cultivate? Where to fix it?

Wei Wuxing couldn't help muttering in his heart: This Jindu embroidery workshop is too imprudent, even if he is tied to this formation, at least he has to be trained in advance, right?

Wei Wuxing had been lying on the ground for enough before he stood up, but the next moment he was already feeling a strange aura in the overly quiet time and space.

The sky was blue, and the whole street was empty, this kind of hollowness was different from the silence of the street when night came, all the shops here were open, the stove of the roadside pie stall was still smoking, I don't know who bought a bowl of sugar glutinous baba but was knocked over on the side of the road.

Wu Xing's heart sank more and more, and he thought of another word related to Jing...... Dead!

Wu Xing lowered his head, and soon he noticed the pale red color on the bluestone pavement, which was a blood stain that had been washed by water. Wu Xing watched this astonishing scene, and his steps moved forward uncontrollably, little by little, and he immediately ran up the empty street.

But after not running a few steps, Wei Wuxing's feet seemed to be nailed, and he couldn't move anymore. The silent streets are just appearances, the open shops are not empty, the hideous corpses appear in various twisted shapes in each storefront, the stumps and broken arms are hidden by the flower beds, and the person who seems to be asleep in the rickshaw has already had his neck cut off. The cloudy brain was splattered on the glass window, and the head of a beautiful woman was sitting on the table by the window in the dining room, and her two eyes were staring out of the window unwillingly......

The whole street, wrapped in the sticky smell of blood, is like purgatory on earth.

The blood churning in Wei Wuxing's chest seemed to feel the danger of the outside world and shrunk tightly at the bottom of his throat, this time Wei Wuxing didn't vomit, he didn't know when, and tears flowed on his face.

Obviously a few days ago it was a crowded street market, and a happy little girl walked through the crowd to talk to all kinds of markets, and obviously the rouge powder and chestnut melons and fruits were equally fragrant and charming...... Over here...... What's going on?

As if a car whistle from hell came from across the street, Wei Wuxing immediately sobered up, and he quickly hid behind the pie stand and lay on the ground like a corpse.

The four military vehicles rumbled over the bluestone road, but the soldiers on those military vehicles were very different from what I had seen before, they did not have the upright spirit of the soldiers, and there was a little gloom in the middle of everyone's eyebrows.

Wei Wuxing quietly got up, and the direction they drove in was still Jindu Mansion. The ghost was about to follow, when a force covered his mouth from behind.