The autumn wind is cold, and although Cangyi in the north has just entered autumn, it is already very cold, and the withered yellow fallen leaves are overwhelming, adding a touch of decadence to the powerful country of Cangyi.

In the Cangyi Palace, the bedroom of the Seven Princes is evergreen, full of flowers, full of vitality, and is not bound by the change of the seasons of heaven and earth.

Cangli was lying on a recliner under a tree, reading a book of soldiers in his hand, and the wind blew his wide white robe.

The clothes are fluttering, and the three thousand black hair is soft and beautiful with the wind.

Suddenly, his palm ached, and an ant ran into his palm and bit it out of nowhere.

He put down the book and looked at the ants in his palm.

After the ant bit him, the small body suddenly grew, and the slightest aura circulated in that body, and the ant suddenly spoke: "Huh? Where is this? How did I get bigger? ”

As soon as the ant looked up, he saw a huge head.

To a pair of oversized eyes.

"Ahh Monster! Troll! The ant screamed and ran.

Cangli withdrew his hand, picked up the book of war and continued to read.

The cool wind blew, and a young child suddenly appeared in front of Cangli, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head: "Master, there is no trace of Lord Tao, there is no fox clan, there is no Cheyue girl, and there is no ...... in the underworld."

"Oh, go down, keep looking, pay more attention to the world." Cangli said lightly.

"Yes." A gust of wind blows, and the toddler disappears.

In the blink of an eye, the young boy reappeared, he knelt on the ground and looked at Cangli, and said, "Master." There was a hint of deliberation in his tone.

Cangli raised his eyes to look at him, "Huh? Say. ”

"Miss Cheyue's body has been corpsed, and her soul seems to have been damaged, and she is now resting in the Ghost Mountain with Daoist Zhang Zhang."

Cangli squinted his eyes, staring blankly at the sky, white clouds, and seemed to be in a daze.

There was silence in the courtyard, not even the slightest sound of wind.

After a moment, Cangli let out a low sigh of grace.

The toddler said no more, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Silence returned to the courtyard.

The willow branches and leaves fluttered, and the fallen leaves fell onto his book, and a little gloom appeared on the top of those emerald green branches and leaves.

Located on the outskirts of Kyoto in the province of Cangyi, Ghost Mountain is a large mountain that is shrouded in clouds all day long, and even during the day it looks dark and oppressive. Because the people who entered never came out, it was called Ghost Mountain.

In the ghost mountains and forests, there are white bones everywhere.

A young girl leaned against a thick tree trunk, a man was guarding beside him, the man was wearing a blue and gray robe, his hair was straightly pulled up, he was holding a peachwood sword in his hand, and his eyes glanced at the girl from time to time.

The girl's face was small and cute, not very beautiful, and she looked very comfortable, but the girl's face was too pale, and her head was wrapped in a thick black cloth, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the front of her, and muttered: "Cangli ......"

Zhang Zhang followed her gaze and saw nothing, he said, "Miss Yue'er, how can there be any vicissitudes here." ”

Che Yue glanced at him and smiled slightly: "Well, no." ”

Zhang Zhang looked at her, a trace of distress appeared in his eyes, he approached, suddenly cut his hand with a knife, squeezed the blood hard and handed it to Che Yue's mouth, and said, "Drink, with my blood, you will be better." ”

Che Yue opened her mouth to suck his hand.

Her hands were painful, numb and crispy, and in front of her was her small head.

After drinking the blood, Che Yue licked his wounds.

Zhang Zhang's face turned red, his palm trembled inexplicably, and he hurriedly withdrew his hand.