"Yes, I am the Nine Heavenly Girl." Murong Jiajia lightly opened her lips and said with some confusion: "I have already remembered, I am the Nine Heavens Girl of the Nine Heavens Sect, and Tu Yu is the master of my previous life. That dream I had, it was true! ”

"Is that dream the dream of the sea of corpses and blood you told me?" I suddenly remembered the dream that Murong Jiajia said that night

Murong Jiajia nodded and said with a wry smile: "Yes, I have already thought about it, and during this period of time, I have always been in turmoil. This dream also recame in my mind again and again. I just remembered that I was the bloodthirsty Nine Heavens Girl back then. ”

"The Nine Heavenly Maiden, it is not that the body of the Nine Yang and the Nine Yin Star are kneaded with each other, but that the Nine Yin and Nine Yang are combined into one, and the souls of two people live in the body of one person." Murong Jiajia recalled, pointing to his nose: "I am the soul of the Nine Heavenly Maidens who was defeated and sealed by the Ancestral Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling, I am the soul of Jiuyang, as long as the Nine Yin Body is in harmony with me, I can become the Nine Heavenly Maiden of the year again." ”

"Murong, do you mean to say that Yuanyang wants your soul in order to resurrect the Nine Heavenly Maiden?" The fat man jumped.

Murong Jiajia was speechless, but it was her gloom that explained the problem. Analyzed in this way, Yuan Yang fed Yirong with spiritual bone marrow and refined her soul body with resentment, the purpose was to make her lose her nature, and her body and soul were compatible with Murong Jiajia. Yirong, it should be nine yin. Nine yin and nine yang are combined into one, which is the nine heavenly gods. Therefore, Yuan Yang did not kill Uncle Sui, but guided them into a coma, which is reasonable.

It's just to let me throw a mouse trap and personally send Murong Jiajia to him. He was very cautious, afraid that Yuan Qiu would leak something in my mouth, so he killed Murong Jiajia in a fit of rage.

"You killed me, it's all because of me that you're what you are now." Murong Jiajia's eyes closed and stretched out her neck.

The fat man and I have been together for a long time, but neither of us has picked up the sword in our hands, and we can't handle it.

"Bar, bar......" Chubby walked out of the room with a red belly pocket and small steps. Chubby cheeks were covered with tears, he took my hand and screamed, and her other hand also held Murong Jiajia's hand.

"Little fatty, don't worry, I won't kill Sister Murong." I took Chubby into my arms. Raising his head, he shook his head at Murong Jiajia and said, "It's none of your business, it's all Yuanyang's conspiracy." You, like everyone else, are just a victim. After a pause, I took a deep breath and said with self-deprecation: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we wouldn't be alive until now." ”

"En......" Murong Jiajia just nodded at me gently.

I stood up and walked out of the doorway, looking at the lonely night sky, but my whole body was lost in thought. Over the years, I've learned to be calm and think. A clue to the cause of qiē can be explained in the past. But there is one more strange place.

Yuan Yang's ability is all over the sky, and he can have the ability to make Uncle Qingsong and the Seventh Master unconscious. Naturally, he could easily take away Murong Jiajia's soul. But why did he do so many useless things, why did he use Yirong and Uncle Qingsong to clamp me and let me obediently send Murong Jiajia over.

Is this qiē superfluous? He didn't have to work so hard at all.

"Guiling Mountain ......" Just when I was confused, the fat man muttered these three words, and the fat man raised his head and asked me: "Haisheng, do you know what kind of place Guiling Mountain is." ”

Without even thinking about it, I immediately replied: "I know that it is a barren mountain to the north of this city, which has not been cultivated, and is still very desolate, and there is not a single human population within a radius of dozens of miles. ”

After I answered, the fat man held his cheeks and shook his head very decisively: "No, barren This is in modern times, but before the Qingming and Yuan dynasties, this was a mass grave. In the Song Dynasty, he was the execution ground for prisoners. In the Yuan Dynasty, the corpses of Han Chinese were buried here by the Mongol soldiers. By the time the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China Revolution broke out, this place was infected with countless blood. ”

"It's not that no one is going to develop it, it's that no one dares to develop it. This place is very resentful, it is the yin eye of the whole city, a Shura hell. The fat man held his chin and asked me suspiciously, "What do you say Yuanyang chose this place for?" ”

I was also very puzzled in my heart, and I thought about it carefully. In Feng Shui, Yin Eye refers to the place where the Yin Qi in the region gathers, most of which are mass graves, or places where people often die on the battlefield in ancient times. The yang energy of the sun can restrain the yin energy and evaporate the yin energy. The Yin Eye is basically in a special location, and when the grievances are not dissipated, they are superimposed again, and the geographical environment is special, it will become a dead place.

"What did Yuanyang choose such a place for?" I thought about it for a long time, and at this moment, the weak murmur of the master before he died appeared in my mind: "Yin Mountain is ashamed"

"No, what the master is talking about should be the Yinshan Ghost Realm, which is Tianfu. Yuanyang wants to use this place as an enchantment to summon ten thousand ghosts and evil spirits as his Shura generals "My hands and feet are a little numb, and my whole body is trembling, especially when I remember that a month ago, Yao Wenju inadvertently told me that when the Yao family acquired the terracotta warriors and horses of the Song Dynasty and the weapons of the Song Dynasty soldiers, my body was even more cold.

What does he want to do? Summoning ten thousand ghosts and evil spirits and training corpse soldiers through the ages? Isn't he afraid of suffering from heaven's curse, and besides, hasn't the secret art of the soldiers of Tianfu, the Yin Mountain, disappeared from the world? How can it still exist in this world.

"Haisheng...... Haisheng, what's wrong with you? The fat man pushed me, who was stunned. I came back to my senses in a daze, ahhhh ”

When I lost my mind just now, I didn't hear what the fat man was saying clearly. When I came back to my senses, the fat man pulled me and said, "I just thought of a way to deal with him." ”

"Uh, what's the solution?" I asked blankly

The fat man touched his chin, held up two fingers and said, "Please?" ”

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, that's right, it's a servant." The fat man confirmed again: "I want to try to ask Master Huaguang to come up, maybe in this way, we can compete with him." ”

"As for you." The fat man put his arm around my shoulder, but said in a disdainful tone: "What kind of ghost immortal emperor are you, the Marquis of Yinshan or something are all Yin gods, and they can't be compared with Huaguang Master." You will mix it up, lest your Yin Gods just invite you, and Huaguang Master Ancestor will split you first before destroying the enemy. ”

"Hungry...... Well, okay, when the time comes, you will be in charge of the whole plan, and I will do chores behind my back" Looking at the fat man, I replied with a smile.

The fat man laughed: "That's right, come, our brother has a few more drinks." After drinking, go to the battlefield, what kind of son of a bitch raised Yuanyang, we kill him like slaughtering a chicken. The fat man laughed and went to the room to get the wine.

After the fat man left, I looked up at the portrait of Huaguang, but my heart was a little indescribably complicated and sad.

I know, the fat man doesn't want me to die with him, and the words of the Marquis of Yinshan who is not as good as Master Huaguang are just nonsense. I'm afraid that the one who takes Murong Jiajia to Guiling Mountain tomorrow will only be a fat man.

Is it interesting that you die alone and leave me alone?

It didn't take long for the fat man to laugh and take out a few bottles of Moutai from the room, shout to set up the wine table, and beckon me to shout, "Come, our brother will come and have a few drinks tonight." ”

"Okay, but these bottles aren't enough, I'll go get a few more." I smiled and pretended I didn't know anything, but my heart was bleeding. For the first time, these two brothers were duplicitous to each other.

Back in my room, I took out a couple of bottles of wine that the guest had given me. At the same time, I quietly opened the drawer, took out a small bottle of powder, and hid it in my fingernails.

This is the medicinal method of bamboo leaf green, pseudo-law, the use of traditional Chinese medicine to make the illusion of a thousand catties of falling, drink a little, people can sleep groggily for three days and three nights. I don't know how to drop a thousand catties on the bamboo leaf green, and I can only rely on these Chinese medicines to stun the fat man.

"Don't blame me, you can't bear to watch me die, how can I bear to watch you die for me." With a long sigh in my heart, I put the powder in my fingernails and hid it, and walked out with the wine.