As soon as the old woman's words came out, the torches on the bars were suddenly extinguished.

A red tide surged up on Jiao Yulang's face, and in the blink of an eye, it turned blue and white, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of his mouth.

Although this little baby has a family history, he has just set foot in practice, and it is really impossible to surpass a persistent ghost like Wan'er.

Qi Jingzhi hurriedly stretched out his hand, helped the little baby who was already soft all over, and helped him to sit down by the wall.

During this period, the white-haired old woman did not make any movements, just stood quietly on the side of the iron gate, holding the obscure blood flame lone lamp in both hands.

Qi Jingzhi straightened up, turned his head to look at the old woman in the door, and there was more murder in his empty and ethereal voice: "Since your heart is so bitter, why don't you fall in love?" ”

The old woman smiled: "Wan'er still has to wait for her father to come back...... He promised that he would not leave his baby girl alone. ”

"Humph! You are a ghost, but you have grown old like this, and your father is afraid that he will die a long time ago. ”

"So what?"

The white-haired old woman's tone turned cold, full of resentment carved into the bone marrow: "It doesn't matter if you die, the body will decay, the soul will dissipate, but the spirit will not change." There will always be a day when he will be reincarnated, and he loves silver so much, he will come back here sooner or later! ”

Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but be surprised, these things are not something that a little girl can know.

But after thinking about it, since Wan'er's father knows how to make Yinling, I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person, although Wan'er was young when she died, she had already begun to remember, and she may not have some family knowledge that she has been exposed to.

Qi Jingzhi thought for a while and asked, "Even if there is such a thing as reincarnation, I don't know what year and month it is, even if your father's reincarnation stands in front of you, are you sure that you will recognize it?" ”

The white-haired old woman was stunned for a moment, and then became angry: "Then I have to wait!" ”

Qi Jingzhi shook his head slowly: "At this time, I don't know how many years have passed since the day of your death, and this garden has changed hands several times, and it has been vacant for many years, and it has just been bought by a family." It's just that no one found out before, but now that this silver cellar has seen the light of day, do you think it can be saved? ”

"Why can't you keep it? With Wan'er here, with this lamp, no one wants to come in! ”

The old woman squeezed her face against the iron window suddenly, her eyes were like holes, scars were horizontal, and she was indescribably ugly and terrifying: "Sister Bai has promised me that she will let the garden above be deserted forever, and no one dares to buy it, and if she buys it, she won't dare to live in it!" ”

"Hmph, it seems that this white sister in your mouth is not a good class!"

Qi Jingzhi stopped talking nonsense, and stepped close to the iron door, and at some point, there was already a bright blade in his hand, and he stabbed into the hole in the old woman's left eye!

The white-haired old woman let out a sharp and piercing scream, and her hands subconsciously abandoned the bronze candlestick, and while reaching out to draw her knife, she withdrew and retreated.

The bronze candlestick fell to the ground with a snap, but it remained upright, and the blood flame above it shook and steadied, silently continuing to burn.

The white-haired old woman, as a silver woman, has a silver stink at its core, but its power has been greatly reduced by the existence of the spirit mask, and the most difficult bloody resentment has been used to light the lamp, just when its body is the weakest, it was not able to dodge the blade in time.

Qi Jingyi succeeded, where would he be spared?

He chased his whole arm after the old woman into the iron window, and at the same time lit the gas and blood, and poured the surging wings into the ox ear sharp knife, and the sharp tip of the knife twisted fiercely in the white-haired old woman's eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Where is my brother? ”

Before the words fell, a joyful sword roar suddenly sounded in the secret room of the Yongdao!

The white-haired old woman's skull exploded, and dry flesh, blackened bones, and messy white hair splattered in all directions, coating all corners of the dark room of the Silver Cellar.

The headless body stood motionless.

The next moment, the bronze candlestick on the floor in the room suddenly became bloody, and a strong yin wind rose from the ground, circling and whistling, like a ghost crying.

At this time, Jiao Yulang, who was originally half-dead and leaning against the wall to breathe, struggled to stand up, and responded in his mouth: "My brother is here!" ”

He staggered to Qi Jingzhi's side, snatched the torch from the Qi family's brother's hand, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "The lights are continuous, and the light shines on the nine shadows, and when you see this light, you should be liberated!" ”

The dazzling nine-colored light illuminated the secret room and the corridor as if it were day, and instantly suppressed the blood light emitted by the bronze candlestick.

It's a pity that this brilliance only lasted a few breaths, and Jiao Yulang sat down suddenly, his eyelids falling down vigorously.

In a trance, the little baby saw the brother of the Qi family tearing down the rusty iron door with three fists and two feet.

Immediately afterwards, the pale cyan forehead of the Qi family brother suddenly bloomed, and it seemed that a bright clear light flew out from the center of his eyebrows, but the clear light was really dazzling, and he couldn't see what was in it at all.

"Brother is really unfathomable......"

Jiao Yulang had this thought in his heart, his eyes were completely closed, and he fainted with confidence.

At this moment, Qi Jingzhi no longer had time to take care of Jiao Yulang behind him.

As soon as the small bronze mirror that had never greeted him before appearing flew out, he took it off the air very roughly.

The young man with the bronze mirror in his hand broke into the door, and without hesitation, he pressed the palm of the blood flame on the candlestick on the ground.

Silently, the blood flame disappeared, the candlestick disappeared, and all of them were swallowed by the small bronze mirror.

Qi Jingzhi didn't care to look closely, and stabbed the headless corpse standing in place several times, followed by a flying kick under the blessing of the Ming Crane Method!

The headless body of the white-haired old woman flew backwards, first knocking over the only small table in the dark room, and then breaking bones and tendons on the iron shelf behind it, and finally falling to the ground with a thud, already a blur of rotten flesh.

"Being beaten like this, you can always be quiet for a while, right? Although they are all called ghosts, this silver sword is a corpse buried alive combined with a silver smell, which is much stronger than those tiger condensed tigers. ”

Qi Jingzhi grunted, and then he had time to look at the small bronze mirror in his hand.

On the mirror was a candlestick burning with blood-colored flames, and strangely, the tray holding the candlestick tray was no longer the bronze monkey from before, but a little girl with a silver body.

The little girl had her eyes closed, but there was a smile on the corner of her mouth.

A string of small characters condensed by smoke appeared on the small bronze mirror as usual: "Silver corpse, silver corpse, silver stench, external blood injustice, gathering into evil, death and flames, cold, bitter taste, slightly poisonous, through the netherworld." ”

Qi Jingzhi Huo Ran turned his head, carefully looked at the headless corpse that looked like rotten flesh not far away, and saw that it showed no signs of recovery, and couldn't help but suddenly feel in his heart: "It turns out that it's not Yinqi but Yinsha!" It turns out that this candlestick is Wan'er's body! ”

The young man suddenly remembered something, staring at the smile of the little girl in the mirror, and his heart was mixed.

Wan'er said that every night, her father would light the largest and tallest candle next to the bed, presumably using the bronze monkey's candlestick...... For the little girl, the memory of peace of mind and happiness is unforgettable, even if it turns into silver and then becomes silver, countless years have changed, it is still buried in Wan'er's heart, and it will never be forgotten! ”

"Perhaps, it is precisely because of this candlestick that Wan'er has not been completely swallowed by the silver stench and hatred, and still retains a bit of good nature."

"It's a pity that the real Wan'er has died a long time ago, no matter how much that little girl looks like her, it's just a silver steam that was infected by the silver smell after her death and was born from the corpse......"

Silently, the small bronze mirror returned to Qi Jingzhi's eyebrows again, leaving a small silver candlestick in his hand.

Qi Jingzhi stared at the little silver girl holding the tray for a moment, and said softly: "Burn!" ”

As the words fell, a slightly illusory blood candle appeared on the candlestick tray, emitting a flame as red as blood.

The blood flame was faint and glowing like a bean, and it could only barely shroud Qi Jingzhi.

The young man was illuminated by this blood light, and he never felt the slightest warmth, but only felt cold to the bones, and he was cold inside.