"Grandfather, grandson is not afraid of bad guys, grandson really doesn't want to stay alone in the water prison, beg grandfather to let grandson come back." Qing'er saw that her grandfather was sad, and she also wowed, and cried.

When Spiegel saw his grandfather and grandson, he was sad and weeping, and he knew it at the moment. Immediately hurriedly withdrew the sword of the green evil ink, the white clothes were plain snow, with a slight bow, and the light blue sea water cloud map on the cuffs floated a ripple, "The younger generation was caused by this because of the visit to zombie cholera, and he hit it by mistake, so he saved Qing'er, and please don't blame it." ”

The old man in purple Xuanfu saw that Mingjing was modest and polite, and he didn't seem to have any malicious intent, maybe he listened to Qing'er's words and rescued him from the water prison. Qing'er, this kid, has been begging him to be released recently, and he must have lied to others to save him. He had just seen this man in white take Qing'er out of the water prison, and he never harmed Qing'er, and he accompanied Qing'er around, for ten years, he had never understood this grandson in ten years, and he had never seen his grandson's smile, and he had never heard him say so much. The old man in purple clothes thought of the sad place, his brows were deeply locked, and his old eyes looked at the poor grandson meaningfully.

Seeing that the misunderstanding had been settled, Spiegel saluted again, and said: "The junior just strayed into the inner hall of the ancient castle, and actually saw a ghost-faced man casting a spell to refine the flying zombie, I don't know if the senior knows about it, can you tell one or two." ”

When the old man in purple Xuanfu heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad, and his eyes darkened again with a faint sigh, and he was silent for a long time before he said: "Those flying stiff are all disciples of this sect!" ”

"What? How so! Do you know the ghost-faced man? ”

"That thief is very cautious, he has always shown people with a ghost face, and every full moon night, he will forcibly kidnap people to refine corpses," the old man in purple Xuanfu was full of shame, "Just because my sect is not good at fighting, and I am not an opponent repeatedly, so the whole sect abandoned the castle and took refuge." When the thief saw that he couldn't catch us, he went outside to arrest people and came back, and he used this place as his corpse ground, which was extremely hateful! ”

"It's really hateful, now zombies are rampant, not only in Puyang, but everywhere." Spiegel was worried. He added, "I see that there are still unrefined flying zombies in the castle, I don't know what the predecessors can do?" ”

"This is the place of the Yin Brake, which is suitable for people with a cold physique, although these flying zombies have mutated, if they can get back their spirit stones, they can still recover slowly." Purple Xuan obeyed the old man's words to this, and then he was heartbroken, "It's just that the ghost-faced man is ruthless and vicious, in order to refine the corpse, he actually stripped their spirit stones alive and destroyed them with his own hands, these people can no longer be resurrected, and they have become the living dead who are not human or ghosts." But as long as they don't leave here, they won't hurt anyone. ”

Spiegel shook his head and regretted when he heard this, hating that he didn't catch the ghost-faced man at that time, he didn't expect this person to do such evil, and I don't know how many more people will be harmed in the future! After thinking for a moment, he said, "I don't know why the seniors want to lock up Qing'er, the younger generations see that the water is tight and impermeable, and it is really not a place for children to live!" ”

When the old man in purple Xuanfu heard this, he sighed heavily, looked at his grandson, who also had questions, and said movingly: "Can the chivalrous man notice that my grandson is different?" ”

"I know a little bit about it, Qing'er didn't see breathing, this time it's really amazing, and the younger generation has never heard of it."

"What the chivalrous man said is extremely true," the purple Xuanfu old man's expression was gloomy, and he stood with his hands in his hands, "Since the establishment of this sect, the disciples are all born in the lunar year and the moon, and they have a special physique, and they are good at cultivating the art of resisting ghosts. ”

"When the moon is cloudy in the lunar year" and "The art of cultivating ghosts", the more Spiegel listens, the more familiar he feels.

"Because the people of this sect are all different, they are called ghosts and evil by the ignorant world. The disciples of our sect do not deal with people, and aim to do things like ghosts and ghosts for ten miles and eight desolations, and refine their self-cultivation. Ten years ago, we lived in seclusion, and we no longer appear easily. The first five years were peaceful, but since five years ago, strange things have continued. The old man in purple clothes looked pained. The current disciples of my sect are constantly missing, and some disciples have gone crazy and fallen into the ghost path. ”

"Ten years ago", Spiegel fell into deep thought.

Qing'er learned the reason why he was locked up in the water prison, and deeply felt that his grandfather was well-intentioned, he grew up, and he always mistakenly thought that his grandfather did not love him, his grandfather always looked at him coldly, and he once suspected that he was raised. For many days and nights, he hid in the bed and cried secretly, missing his parents who had never seen him.

Suddenly, the mirror has vaguely guessed the identity of the old man in purple Xuanfu, the ghost cultivators in the world, the whole sect is born in the lunar year, the moon and the cloud, isn't it the Soul Sacrifice Sect? With such a guess, he couldn't even hide his excitement, "Could it be you... Are you Qiu Songling, an autumn senior? ”

"Who are you? Where does the teacher come from? ”

Qiu Songling looked at the junior in front of him, surprised, thinking that he didn't know a white-clothed and white-haired man, he had few old friends in his life, and he had never had such a virtuous nephew, this person could recognize him from a short conversation, this person must know a little about his past.

Ming Spiegel looked at the old man in front of him, with black hair and purple clothes, sword eyebrows and fine eyes, white temples, although he was still in his twilight years, he was still heroic, but he didn't expect him to be Qiu Songling, this old man who has been buried in his heart and has never seen it turned out to be Qiu Songling!

The autumn pine age is here, so the autumn frost --?

Ming Spiegel did not directly answer Qiu Songling's question, but could not hide his excitement, and couldn't wait to ask: "Senior Qiu, where is Qiushuang now?" The younger generation is the mirror! ”

It's okay not to say it, as soon as Qiu Songling heard the word Spiegel, he was angry all over his body, and his face was full of gloom, "Spiegel? Are you Spiegel? Vertical son dares! ”

As soon as the words fell, a string of red bells suddenly appeared in Qiu Songling's hand, and Qiu Songling stood up and chanted, shaking the bell to make a "jingle bell" sound. The bell was sometimes rapid, sometimes soft, as if it were conveying some kind of language.

In a moment, outside the barren grass in the distance, a group of zombies gathered, wanton and resentful, coming towards them in a mighty way.

Qiu Songling took advantage of the mirror's unpreparedness, pulled Qing'er and flew into hiding.

Spiegel looked at the zombies gathering more and more, and was shocked, it seems that the old Qiu seniors did not forgive themselves?

The sword of the green evil ink was unsheathed, and Mingjing fought with the corpses alone, although these zombies were not his opponents, but the enemy was outnumbered, and it was difficult for him to withdraw for a while to find Qiu Songling and Qing'er, it seems that only by cleaning up this group of zombies can he find a way to find the traces of Qiu Shuang.

The ghost town of Makino is shrouded in clouds, clouds and fog locks, and the atmosphere is gloomy. The crisp ringtone is still endless, low or high, euphemistic and astringent. In the land of white bones, a middle-aged man in white clothes and white hair, holding a green evil ink sword, stood among a group of zombies with teeth and claws, faces like dead ashes, red silk and white pupils, and green fangs, and the atmosphere was extremely terrifying. The pale blue sea clouds on the cuffs of the man in white dance with the sword, rippling with clear waves, and surrounded by dazzling light.

When the battle between the two sides was in full swing, the bell suddenly stopped dumbly, and the zombies looked at each other, ignorant and ignorant. Spiegel was thinking to himself, thinking that the old Qiu had changed his mind. raised his eyes to look for the traces of the old Qiu seniors, but saw a female zombie with an indifferent expression standing outside this group of zombies.

Dressed in white and with black hair, with a face like white paper, and a cinnabar mole on his forehead, it turned out to be autumn frost!

I don't know where to get the autumn frost in the mirror!