Yun Shan lowered his head, as if he had made a lot of determination, and said: "I want to avenge the revenge of those wild immortals on our mountain, that Japanese onmyoji killed so many of us, I can't swallow this breath." We used to be full of wild immortals, but now there are only a few old things and a few young children left. They have a deep blood vengeance, and they will definitely seek revenge on the onmyoji in the future. The old man begged the girl to keep them with a cheeky old face. ”

Mo Xun is not nosy, she subconsciously wanted to refuse, but looking at Yun Shan, she didn't know how to refuse. "What do you think, Mr. 100?"

Mo Xun wittily chose to ask Mr. Centenarian for his opinion. Mr. 100 years old is still profound, and he is unwilling to wade into this troubled water, let alone Mo Xun, who is just starting to open his wisdom?

"The old man doesn't have two days to live, and even if you fool him, he doesn't know. Mr. Centennial scoffed.

"I promise you, I'll try to save their lives. But if I'm not as good as others, don't blame me. ”

Yun Shan laughed. Then he coughed violently, coughed up blood from the corners of his mouth, and his body slowly became transparent.

Mo Xun listened to the explanation of the hundred-year-old photo and knew that it was very difficult for Yunshan to hold on to her without the body, and after Tuogu, his wish was fulfilled, and naturally his soul returned to the underworld. Yun Shan walked away with a smile, and in the end, the flesh-and-blood body turned into a yellow-green spruce fruit.

"Buried it, maybe he'll be back in a few years. Mr. 100 said a little sentimentally, after all, the two old men have lived for more than 30 years, and it is also fun to quarrel every day.

The old man was suddenly gone, and Mr. Centennial's heart was empty. Who knew that Mr. 100-year-old said a prophecy, and a few years later, the three of them really met again. Of course, that's all for later.

Sending Yunshan away, it was already late at night, and Mo Xun was too lazy to go back and stay at Mr. Centennial's house. Mr. 100 years old didn't sleep all night, Mo Xun didn't fall asleep, she thought about the smell of Yunshan, she always felt very familiar, not a thousand years ago, but recently smelled. What is it?

"Mo Xun girl, are you really willing to help him? That onmyoji is very fierce. Mr. 100 suddenly asked.

"You haven't experienced national hatred and family hatred, have you?" Mo Xun fully understood Yun Shan, which was why she relented.

"I woke up in the grave, and my memory began from the grave, which was a huge underground palace, and there were many people living besides me, and I was a fool at that time, and it was those people who taught me to speak, to play the guqin, to teach me to farm and to store. It was like a paradise where I had lived for ten years, and suddenly one day, all of them died, and they were performing some kind of ritual, and everyone was kneeling beside my bedside, smiling, but not breathing. ”

Mo Xun obviously didn't finish speaking, but she didn't mention it again, and Mr. Baisui didn't want to ask again.

"The hatred of the country and the family are not shared. In the dark, Mo Xun left a tear, she had been looking for revenge for so many years, and she had killed so many people by mistake, and it turned out to be a thief shouting to catch a thief. She's sorry for the people in the village!

The next day, after planting the spruce fruit with Mr. Centennial, Mo Xun returned to Huang Daxue's house, and wanted to investigate the Japanese, and to guard Mr. Centennial, and he was still thinking about the reincarnation of the old goddess, Mo Xun didn't have so much to do for some days. Huang Daxue's family is still doing funerals, which is not very lively, but it is not bleak.

Mo Xun also followed the villagers to Ding San's funeral with a part, Huang Daxue held the money that Mo Xun stuffed, and he didn't feel good in his heart.

Back at the residence, Mo Xun was lying on the cold kang, she didn't want to move, her heart was messy. It seems that there are a lot of things that have not been done, and I don't know where to start.

In the lower courtyard, Huang Daxue's house came to a group of dancing gods, according to the old rules here, people die the next day to send their souls, there are generally two people dancing gods, the gods are wearing shamanic traditional clothes, and their faces are painted with oil paint, mainly responsible for jumping. The two gods held sheepskin drums, laughed and scolded all with one mouth, and sang something called the tune of God.

The two of these dancing gods are often partners for many years, and not everyone may have domineering yin arts, but there is generally no problem in conjuring souls and sending souls. In those years, people's entertainment life was scarce, and whoever invited two dancing gods was equivalent to a big family inviting singing.

The people of Huang Daxue's family crowded into the courtyard from the house, and the children sat on the shoulders of adults, each stretching their necks, waiting for the great god to step forward and open his voice.

Mo Xun listened to the excitement, so he also went out to see, the two gods had already beaten the sheepskin drum at the door of the house, and Mo Xun was sitting on the courtyard wall and watching, which was also interesting. The voice conditions of the two gods are very good, the singing is not beautiful but also tactful and good, and the movements of the great gods are exaggerated, which makes people laugh.

Jumping and jumping, the great god's body began to swing, and the black eyes couldn't help but roll up. Mo Xun climbed down from the wall, and the two gods obviously saw that the great god was wrong, but please say that it was disrespectful to the gods to stop before the song was finished, and the two gods did not dare to stop rashly.

The people present are almost all the people in the village, if something really goes wrong, I'm afraid that all the people in the village will have to fold here, Mo Xun doesn't have the confidence to protect these people. She closed her eyes, a circle of red evil qi spread out around her, the people who were touched by the red air mass, turned their heads and walked back, when the evil qi touched the great god, the great god let out a sharp scream, miserable and penetrating, less than half a minute, except for the two dancing gods and Mo Xun, there was no one else in the courtyard.

"The hatred of the extermination of the race, never die! The hatred of the extermination, never die!" The voice of the great god was like the cry of a group of people, men and women, old and young. The two gods have never seen this meeting, and they have even forgotten the lyrics.

"Is the person who came to Yunshan a companion?" Mo Xun didn't need to hear the hatred of the exterminating clan, and he already understood most of it in his heart.

The great god spoke again: "Slaughter the village, slaughter the village!" This time the cry was a little more terrible. Mo Xun had a headache when she heard this, she approached the great god, her eyes showed a fierce light, and the great god took a step back, her fingertips trembling slightly. Mo Xun knew that they were afraid.

"Scared? Isn't Tu Cun shouting very loudly? If you can't kill the Japanese, you will kill the Chinese? What are you?" Mo Xun also experienced the anti-Japanese period, and she hated the Japanese as much as those veterans who had experienced the war, and they did all the evil things of burning, killing, looting, and plundering. That's the crime committed by the Japanese, why do they take out anger on the Chinese?

"We strongly objected to the Japanese the day they went up the mountain, but they had the money. No one listened to us, the villagers were led by the nose by the money, the Japanese killed so many people, we were heartbroken, and those foolish people only cared about counting the money. Do you know how we died? We were sold by the people we were trying to protect!" said an old lady who spoke.

Mo Xun was stunned in his heart, there was really a hidden secret, this Changbai Mountain is where the aura of heaven and earth is located, and the earth immortals who practice on this mountain are by no means comparable to ordinary earth immortals. How could she be so easily injured to this point, and today she made such a play, and Bacheng came for her.

The great god said: "In the first days when we came out of the mountain, each of us was thinking about accumulating merits and ascending to immortality in the future, and the people in this village respected us and continued to worship us every day. At first, people didn't ask for so much, and we could help, but then they lay at home and begged for nothing, and they didn't even have offerings. ”

"So after the arrival of the Japanese, everyone in our village became lackeys of the Japanese. What we want, they give it, and no one believes in the mountain gods. The mountain gods drove the Japanese, and my father took the Japanese to find the place where the mountain gods were cultivating and burned them to death. ”

Ershen's eyes were dull, he had a serious illness when he was four or five years old, it was an old lady who saved him, she asked Ershen's father to send Ershen to a place in the mountain, Ershen stayed there for three days, and the wild immortals were afraid to scare him into human form and take care of him carefully. Finally pulled him back from the brink of death.

"I saved you, but your father harmed my whole family. I've helped everyone in this village, but when the fire is raging on the mountain, who takes a second look?" The mouth was wide open, and the wail was terrifying.

"Do you think I should slaughter the village?" the great god asked Mo Xun, Mo Xun was unconscious, and she remembered the scene in the dungeon again, layer after layer of corpses, with a smile.

The two gods looked at Mo Xun in horror, and Mo Xun's eyes were red: "Tu Village!" she replied almost subconsciously.

A thick mist of blood dispersed, getting thicker and thicker, and the whole village was shrouded in a mist of blood, and the sound of quarrels and wails spread to every corner of the village. It's like hell on earth, and only the great god laughs weirdly.

At the head of the village, a few women chatting for a while fought, a man chased his father with a kitchen knife and slashed to death, and a child lit a firewood stack in the yard... The evil in people's hearts has been completely released. This is the genius of Mo Xun. It is also the mastery of the wild immortals who kill people with knives.