Ximen Wuji put the malevolent spirit on Ji Erhuan's wound again, and smiled coldly, intending to torture Ji Erhuan again.

But he suddenly withdrew the malevolent spirit, sealed Gilhuan's acupoint, and cautiously flew to the window, opening it violently. With an outstretch of his hand, he pulled a person outside the window into the guest room.

It was an official of a post station who eavesdropped, and the official looked at Ji Erhuan, who was lying on the ground, covered in blood, and said nervously: "Master Guo, I haven't heard anything, and I haven't seen anything." ”

Ximen Wuji smiled: "What are you afraid of? Even if you see it and hear it, what can you do?"

He suddenly leaned his face closer to the official at the post station: "Did you enjoy what you just watched? Why don't I do it again and show it to you?"

The official at the post station was terrified: "The lower officials didn't see anything, and they didn't want to see it anymore." ”

Ximen Wuji's right hand flicked slightly, and a trace of red smoke fell onto the left hand of the post officer.

The post station official suddenly felt a strange itch on his hand, and scratched it with his hand, but it hurt his heart.

He knew that he had been plotted by Ximen Wuji, kowtowed and begged: "Please spare the lower official, the lower official has never been to the window of the national grandfather, nor has he entered the room of the national grandfather, begging the national grandfather to let the lower official go." ”

Ximen Wuji smiled and said, "Go ahead, find a wooden box, put this traitor from the Imperial Mansion into the wooden box, and I will give you the antidote." ”

The post officer was overjoyed, and hurriedly found a wooden box, put Gilhuan in it, and then sealed the wooden box.

"Master Guo, please give me the antidote. With his hands over his head, he knelt in front of Simon Wuji.

Ximen Wuji took out a small black porcelain bottle and poured the medicinal powder inside onto the hands of the post officer. The official's hand suddenly lit up with a blue flame.

He screamed and slapped his hands against each other to extinguish the burning hands. But under this beat, his hands turned to ashes. There was also a fire burning on his body, and before he could scream a second time, he had already become a pile of powder.

"What happened to you later with this traitor?" asked the head of the Governor's Mansion, who was shocked when he heard this.

Gilhuan unbuttoned his shirt, his body was full of scars and dark red, irregular lines: "These dark red lines are the marks left by the evil spirit in my skin. ”

He said that Ximen Wuji did not torture him on the road anymore, but took it back to the Guozhang Mansion's Guozhang Dormitory.

The day they returned to the palace was the night of the full moon. Ximen Wuji closed the door of the palace and lifted him out of the wooden box.

"I ask you, where is that old thing?" asked Simon Wuji viciously.

Ji Erhuan, who was tied to a wooden post, closed his eyes tightly and turned a deaf ear to Simon Wuji's words.

Ximen Wuji giggled: "Hard, I like it." ”

He pulled out his steel knife and stabbed him on Gilhuan's body, placing the malevolent spirit on Gilhuan's body.

After the malevolent spirit feasted on Gilhuan's flesh and blood, its pointed head slammed into Gilhuan's flesh and skin. Gilhuan screamed, staring at the malevolent spirit, burrowing his body into his body little by little, causing him indescribable pain.

Chunzhu was shocked and asked, "Ji Erhuan, I will help you treat your injuries." However, you should take us to Khan Laso first, his safety is the most important thing now. ”

Ji Erhuan was awakened by Chunzhu's words, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll take you there now." ”

He suddenly said worriedly: "This matter is not to be quiet, the father-in-law of the country has explained to me, if he lets his opponent know that he is still alive, he will definitely make a desperate bet and act in advance, and the Tuwa people will face a catastrophe." ”

Princess Mo Ya said: "This is easy to do, we can dress up in disguise, please Chunzhu Shaoxia to accompany the two of us, and the others stay here." ”

The general pipe: "The princess, the opponent of the abbot, has long known about the changes in the abbot's mansion, and the old slave is worried that the road will not be smooth." ”

Balqiao knew Chunzhu's ability very well, and said with a smile: "The manager is too worried, with Chunzhu Shaoxia, even if there are thousands of troops, they can't hurt the princess a single hair." ”

Chunzhu smiled and said: "Ba Guan Belt, what the chief manager said is not unreasonable, it is better to be cautious." ”

He thought for a while: "In this way, you find a stand-in for the princess and Ji Erhuan, let the chief manager take a few entourage, go out from the side gate of the Guozhang Mansion, and draw away the eyeliner of the opponent of the Guozhang, me and the princess, Ji Erhuan go out from the gate, go to Ji Erhuan's relative's house, and greet the Guozhang, what do you think?"

Bal Bridge high-fived and laughed: "Ming Xiu plank road, dark Chen Cang, wonderful." ”

After careful arrangement, the chief manager took the stand-ins of Princess Moya and Gil Huan to attract the eyeliner of the opponent of the national abbot, and Chunzhu and the transformed Princess Moya, Gil Huan, and Bal Bridge went straight to Gil Huan's relatives' house.

"Where are the people who used to live here?" Gil asked a white-haired old man excitedly in a dilapidated thatched hut in the mountains.

The old man stared at Chunzhu with cloudy eyes, and looked at them: "Do you ask the people who used to live here? They are all dead and no longer alive." ”

Princess Moya was stunned: "They are all dead, where can I find my father?"

Gil sat on the ground in despair, muttering to himself, "How can this be?

Chunzhu looked at the white-haired old man coldly: "How did they die, how long have they been dead, and where are they buried?"

The old man said casually: "It's been three or five years since I died, right? I died of the plague and was buried on the slope of the back mountain." ”

He looked up at Chunzhu: "Are you his friends or relatives, do you want to go and worship?"

At this time, it was getting late, and the tender moon was born, Chunzhu looked at Gil Huan and Princess Moya, and then nodded: "We are his friends, since we are here, let's go and worship to fulfill the righteousness of friends." ”

The old man was slightly stunned, and then said, "Okay, I'll take you there." ”

Under the moonlight, the old man trembled on crutches, led Chunzhu and them, and walked towards the back mountain. Strange rocks, like a fierce beast with teeth and claws in the night, are hideous and terrifying. The mighty mountain wind roared like the roar of an evil spirit.

Bal Qiao asked Chunzhu softly: "Shaoxia, this old fellow, will there be any conspiracy? If the princess has a good one, we can't afford to be guilty." ”

Chunzhu patted Bal Bridge on the shoulder: "We are ready to fly, we have to send it, let's act when the opportunity arises." ”

Walking through a cluster of rocks, the old man pointed to a row of four graves and said, "They are buried here, so you can worship." ”

Chunzhu carefully observed the surrounding area of the tomb and shouted to Bal Bridge, "Bal Bridge, open the grave for me." ”

Suddenly, there was a cold ghost howl from the grave: "Which friend is here at night? The old man likes it very much, please talk indoors." ”

Princess Moya exclaimed, "Ghosts, ghosts." ”