"Little Liuzi ......"

In the dark, I suddenly heard Yang Death's weak voice coming from the darkness full of eyes-

"My yang soul was scattered by the ghost soldiers before the ghost gate, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back...... You ...... for me Take care of Xiaoru for me, and my stupid brother who doesn't grow up, don't bully them...... If you have the chance...... ...... for me Send them back to Longhu Mountain...... Good...... Practice......

"Yang died...... Where are you, Yang dead? Yang died...... Don't scare me......"

The sound of Yang Dying faded away, but the darkness in front of me had not been eliminated at all, and gradually, there was no movement around......

……

"Little Liuzi! Little Liuzi! Quick, get some water! ”

With a commotion, I opened my eyes faintly, and I was already in the previous room, and soon, Li Xiuxiu anxiously ran over with a bowl of water, and after pouring me two sips, my spirit improved a lot. Ｅ』┡ 』．

"What about Yang's death......"

As soon as I recovered my spirits, I was the first to ask about Yang Death, and when I asked, I looked up and swept not far away, and saw a bedding on the ground, and Yang Death was lying motionless on the futon, still as if he was dead......

"That's right, why hasn't my brother woken up yet?"

Hearing what I said, Zhang Xiaoru couldn't help but ask me in surprise: "Little Liuzi, what happened to you down there?" Why did my senior brother's body begin to twitch violently just now, as if he was crazy, but it didn't take long for him to move again...... Didn't he come back with you? ”

"No, he's coming back with me......"

I got out of bed with my still soft body, ran to Yang Death's side and gently shook him twice, exclaiming: "Yang Death, Yang Death!" Wake up! Wake up! ”

Seeing that I looked flustered, Mr. Zhang was also anxious, so he asked me what happened below.

And I didn't know how to answer for a while, so I simply told everyone about Yang's death as a 'medicine lead' and forcibly broke into the ghost gate, and before I finished speaking, I saw that the whole room was pale with shock, and all of them, including Mr. Zhang, were speechless......

"Oh no, why is this kid so reckless, he even dares to break into the underworld, and even the ghost king dares to kill, this is a big disaster!"

After listening to Zhang Xiaoru and Yang Zuosheng, they hurriedly asked in a loud voice, and Mr. Zhang said: "Even if he is a strange person of the ninth generation, but after all, he is a human being, forcibly breaking through the ghost gate and killing the guards before the pass, this is a heinous crime!" How could the people down there spare him! ”

"Well, what then!"

Zhang Xiaoru was so anxious that his eyes were red, Mr. Zhang sighed, pondered for a while, and then said: "Xiao Liuzi said that the two of them returned to Yang together, but so far Yang Dead Yang Soul has not returned, undoubtedly injured too seriously before the ghost gate is closed, and his soul is weak and unable to return to his body, don't worry about anything else, it's important to save him!" Fast! Hurry up and start the Taoist Soul Summoning Altar Method, I want to personally call the soul of this bastard boy! ”

As soon as Mr. Zhang spoke, everyone hurriedly rushed out, and soon prepared the table, yellow cloth, and all kinds of magic tools and applications used in the altar practice.

Mr. Zhang put on his robe, picked up the peachwood sword, and couldn't help frowning and sighing softly: "It is difficult for Yang Deathyang's soul to return by himself, it must be too seriously injured, and now it is daytime, and the power of the soul magic will inevitably be reduced, whether it can succeed or not, it all depends on the creation......"

After saying this, Mr. Zhang danced the peachwood sword in his hand, stepped on the gang step to recite the mantra and pinched the trick, and started to do the method, and even wrote the charm on Yang Death's forehead, heart, limbs and veins, a total of six, and then began to call the soul.

However, as soon as this ritual was done, it took about ten minutes, but Yang Death was still lying motionless on the ground, and he couldn't see the slightest appearance of returning Yang, and everyone was even more anxious at this time.

Mr. Zhang still did not give up, and continued to do the second and third times of the ritual, the situation is still the case, Zhang Xiaoru and Yang Zuosheng on the side also picked up the peachwood sword when they saw this, and assisted Mr. Zhang to continue the practice......

Finally, Zhang Xiaoru couldn't hold it anymore at first, and when she was very sad, she sat down and cried with a 'poof', Chen Guosheng also threw down the peachwood sword and couldn't help but cry, and I fell into deep self-blame.

"Yang die, wake up! You're a Wonder of the Ninth World! ”

Everyone shouted frantically in Yang Death's ear, and the fifth master slapped Yang Death twice more excitedly, however, there was still no effect......

"Brother! You can't die! Have you forgotten that you died once when you were born? You are the living dead, and you are not afraid of death! Bring me back to life! ”

Yang Zuosheng knelt beside Yang Death and wailed desperately, and Zhang Xiaoru, who was lying on Yang Death's chest, was already crying so much that he couldn't even speak, and his emotions collapsed several times......

In fact, it's no wonder, I remember that as early as when we lived in Huangjiagouzi together, Bai Wei had already seen that this Zhang Xiaoru had not only the feelings of his brother and sister Yang Death, but even Yang Zuosheng confided in Bai Wei after being deliberately drunk, saying that he had always liked this arrogant senior sister, but the senior sister only regarded herself as a little brother who did not grow up, and she had always been infatuated with her brother Yang Death.

However, the bright moon shines on the ditch, but Yang Death is a person who doesn't understand the amorous feelings, especially when he encounters the thing he is most interested in exorcizing demons, what younger brother and sister, say still, a person says to run, but the result is a road idiot who doesn't remember the road, reckless like a living Li Kui, otherwise the three of them would not have been separated later......

"Senior brother...... Can you not do this, you always leave me and Zuo Sheng and run away, and only treat us as a burden, is this really good...... Don't leave us alone, get up quickly, if you don't get up again, I'm going to go to the master to complain again...... You will also be punished for filling the water tanks of the whole mountain...... Get up quickly, I beg you...... Zuo Sheng and I will be obedient in the future, we won't be angry with you anymore, you get up quickly......"

"Brother...... Brother, did you hear my sister talking to you? Get up! You are the Ninth Strange Man! There's still a lot of work waiting for you to complete! How can you die in such a place! ”

The fifth master rushed over, ignoring the obstruction of others, and kicked Yang Dead's corpse fiercely with his eyes, Xiao Ru saw it, and immediately pushed the fifth master and roared-

"What are you doing! Don't touch my brother! ”

The fifth master pushed Xiao Ru away, raised his hand and pointed at the expressionless Yang Death and roared again: "Stinky boy, if it's a man, you can get up for me!" Do you remember how the fuck you beat me and Xiao Liuzi when we first met in Huangjiagouzi! Aren't you crazy! There's kind of you up now! You captured Bai Wei in the first place, and we haven't asked you to settle that account yet! ”

"That's right! You get up for me! Get up! ”

I lost control a little and rushed up and grabbed Yang Death's shirt and shook it, but he still ignored us.

"You stinky boy! In the past, when I was in Huangjiagouzi, you were the laziest! Lying on the kang every day, eating and waiting for death! How long do you want to lie down! It's almost up! Get up! ”

Listening to our shouts, Mr. Zhang closed his eyes slightly, and finally put down the peachwood sword that he had been holding for a long time, and sat back on the chair weakly......

"Is this the number of fates......

The old man let out a long sigh, and the old cheeks couldn't help but be much more vicissitudes......

"In modern times, the Daomen has declined, especially in the past few decades, there are few masters in my Taoism, and God finally sent nine strange people into my portal, and it is rumored that this son bears the rise and fall of my Daomen, which can be said to be the only hope for the revival and revival of the Heavenly Master Dao...... But now, you are down here, Yang is dead, Yang is dead, my nephew Zhang Biqing has devoted his life to cultivating you into a generation of strange people, how can you just let go...... You let me ...... Let me, an old thing whose loess has been buried to my neck, how can I go back to Longhu Mountain to face him......"

Finally, Mr. Zhang's emotions were out of control, and his trembling words finally turned into a cry, and old tears were already on his wrinkled cheeks......

Yang died and left, walking sensationally, but quietly, it was like a dream.

After all, all of us thought that among the people present, no matter who died, it would never be his turn first, because he was born with the 'Nine Generations of Strange People', the youngest 'Tianzun' in the Heavenly Punishment Mansion, and the ultimate hope for the revival of the entire Heavenly Master Dao Fu Three Mountains......

But now, he's just fallen, as fragile as all living beings......