The voice came from outside the courtyard, not distinguishing between men and women, and the pain was extreme!

Mu Haotian's heart was shocked, and the feeling of mania receded.

There was a figure in front of him, but it was the master who set off and rushed towards the south gate, and after a little hesitation, he immediately pulled his legs to follow, and put aside the matter in front of him for the time being.

The two turned around at the end of the verandah, and ran to the south gate of the wing courtyard one after the other, and found that there were already people standing in front of the door. Dressed in black and with black hair, black light at night, and a white and delicate melon seed face is particularly conspicuous.

Mu Ting was dressed in a strong suit, without a cloak, and seemed to have been woken up in her sleep. She stopped in front of the door, holding the scabbard in her right hand, and raised her left hand in front of her without moving, as if she was about to open the door, but she stopped because of something, and did not react when she saw them coming.

"Senior Sister ......"

Mu Haotian opened his mouth and was about to call her, but was slapped by Mu Dingzhen:

"Don't make noise! You listen. ”

Mu Haotian immediately stopped, holding his breath, in the silence, he found that his heartbeat slowed down, and after moving away from that room, the inexplicable feeling faded a lot.

Without thinking about it, I suddenly heard a "bang"!

The voice is not heavy, it just comes from outside the door, and it seems that someone is knocking on the door?

Mu Haotian was puzzled, and looked at the master and sister, but saw that the two of them had solemn faces, and their eyes locked on the door. He could only endure and look there.

After a short time, the door shook slightly, and there was a muffled sound of "dong".

In the middle of the night, there was no sound, thinking of the heart-wrenching scream I heard not long ago, the intermittent sound of slamming the door was obviously a little weird.

A cold aura that seemed to be absent quietly arose from Mu Haotian's ankle and quickly spread all over his body.

And the sound of the door slamming was still stubbornly ringing, knocking on the hearts of the three of them every few breaths.

The cold wind suddenly rose, and in the garden behind the three of them, the flowers, shrubs, and plantain leaves "hissed" and swayed. The sound of the wind mixed into the ears, like the throat of a drowning person.

Mu Haotian saw that his senior sister's body was trembling slightly, and the master couldn't help but tighten his clothes, and then he realized that the cold he felt was not hairy in his heart, but a real cold current, and the temperature around him dropped a lot.

"This sudden cold snap, even the master who has cultivated the innate true qi can't withstand it?"

As soon as this thought popped up in Mu Haotian's mind, his body became a little colder, and he hurriedly ran his internal breath to ward off the cold, but unfortunately the effect was not good, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Suddenly, he saw the master's backhand twitch behind his waist, and there was a "crackling" sound, and there was a long whip in his hand.

Gather your eyes to recognize, and you can't help but be secretly frightened.

This is one of the few magic weapons in his own mountain gate, called "Please Evil Whip", which was refined by a successful and prestigious celestial master more than 200 years ago, specifically to deal with some evil spirits of unknown origin.

Its meaning is only to "please go", not to suppress, seal, punish, and exterminate, and it can be imagined that there is a fear of such evil.

Mu Ting had already understood and took two steps back.

Mu Dingzhen's ape arm opened, flipped forward, and the evil whip tore the air with a sharp sound, collapsed and rolled, and accurately wrapped the two doorknobs, and then pulled hard.

The two vermilion solid wood doors creaked and slowly opened inward.

The three of them stared intently, and suddenly found a figure at the door! It was dark and I couldn't make out my body, but I could only vaguely see that I was not wearing a coat, but only a light undershirt, as if I was sleepwalking.

The man's head hung low, his body froze, and after a few moments he swayed back and forth.

The three of them suddenly realized that the strange "knock" sound of knocking on the door just now turned out to be this person banging his head on the door.

The scene in front of them was full of evil nature, and the three of them did not act rashly, and each put on guard.

Mu Dingzhen shook his wrist lightly, shook the whip tentatively, and hit the threshold in front of that person five times in succession between two breaths. The man turned a deaf ear, still muddy, like a ghostly zombie.

After a while, Mu Dingzhen threw out the evil whip again, dangled the whip into a noose in the air, wrapped around the person's body, and then held the handle of the whip tightly and slowly moved forward.

Mu Ting was silent and walked side by side, followed by Mu Haotian.

The three of them crossed the threshold and gasped!

This is a middle-aged man, his eyes are wide open, but his eyes are unfocused, he is as dull as a dead fish, his face is expressionless, and his surface is shining, and there is a thick layer of frost.

Judging by his appearance, he is somewhat familiar, and should be one of the guests accompanying the celebration banquet.

This person is in a strange situation, and his life and death are unknown, but what shocked the three of them was the extremely terrifying scene not far ahead.

But I saw the mottled shadows of the trees outside the courtyard, and the cold fog was miserable.

On the aisle, on the edge of the grass, under the canopy, and in the pavilion, there are dozens of white figures swaying like ghosts! Among them, there are adults and children, with different heights, and their standing positions are disorderly, swaying with the wind, and crumbling.

If you look closely, they are all the same as the person at the door, wearing only underwear, and their faces are frosty, shining in the hazy moonlight.

"Dementors!"

Mu Haotian was good at eliminating ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, but the first thing that came to mind was not ghosts, but some kind of soul dementoring technique of the evil sect monks in the Daomen, and he was terrified in his heart.

"He's alive."

At this time, Mu Ting's quiet words sounded beside him.

Mu Haotian restrained his mind, turned his gaze, and saw the master and the senior sister looking at each other and nodding, each with a palm, which was attached to the front and back of the person's chest, and drank softly, and crossed into the true qi at the same time.

The frost on the man's face quickly melted, turning into droplets, and his eyes blinked a few times, and he came back to life.

"Fellow, how are you?"

Mu Dingzhen helped him and asked.

The man's eyes were blank at first, and then as if taken aback, he stared at the bell, and his mouth screamed "woo woo wow", and he was soaking wet and shivering, and he didn't know how to answer when asked.

It is obvious that he is overly frightened, and the cold air invades the body, causing confusion.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything for a while, Mu Ting asked him to sit against the wall and continue to cross into his true qi.

Mu Dingzhen said to Mu Haotian:

"Let's go out and have a look."

The two men rushed to the crowd and shuttled through the crowd separately, and soon recognized that these people were all from the squire's mansion, who had more or less taken pictures before, and the situation was similar to that of the man who had just been rescued, with a weak breath and a pulse.

After finding out, Mu Haotian turned back, but saw that the master and the senior sister were standing opposite each other, and the person by the wall had fallen asleep.

Mu Ting said:

"It's him!"

She tried to keep her tone calm, but there was a hint of a trill that she couldn't hide anyway.

Mu Dingzhen was silent for a moment, and suddenly pulled the two apprentices to the side, leaned against the courtyard wall, and scanned the four directions as if they were facing a great enemy.

Although Mu Haotian was confused, he caught a glimpse of his senior sister's long sword unsheathed, pointing diagonally to the ground, the sword body was like water ripples, shaking uncontrollably, and a strong uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart:

"Who is he?"

It was only in the next split second that his question was answered.

"Thetete, who am I, it turned out to be the little beauty of the Dao Xuanwu Extreme Mountain~~ I haven't seen her for a few years, the little beauty has a fat body, and her style is far better than at the beginning! It's not in vain that the ancestor hurts you, Tetetete! ”

The speaker spoke so fast that he could not hear the direction or distinguish whether it was a man or a woman.

However, this strange laughter, which seemed to be a eunuch picking his throat, suddenly pulled out an unforgettable memory in the deep hearts of the three of them!

That year.

That rainy night.

That presumptuous and lewd face!