"This side courtyard of the Sufeng Building is now the residence of the Hou Ye. ”

The sound of the dead branches under Wang Yifu's feet was cracking, and it was still harsh in the silent night.

The courtyard is deep, the grass is overgrown, Zhijia Zhen raised his head in the huge shadow of the ancient acacia, and the small black building exposed the corners of the eaves, flashing a line of gloomy cold light.

"Here?" asked Shin Shikari in surprise. The dust and leaves on the ground accumulated, rising in the cold wind from time to time, slowly drifting away like a mist, revealing the decay of the grass and trees.

Wang Yifu hesitated for a moment and said, "This is what Master Hou meant." It's a secluded place, and it's a good place to recuperate. ”

"Not even a servant?"

"There is only one old mother, named Huang Po, who has served Hou Ye for many years. ”

"Wang Changshi, is this the little boy?" The hoarse voice suddenly sounded, stretched by the night wind, like an intermittent whimper. An old woman stood ghostly under the black pressed eaves, her eyes rolled white, staring straight at Zhi Hunt Zhen.

Zhi Hunt was really shocked, with his five senses far beyond ordinary people, he didn't even notice when the old woman appeared. Wang Yifu bowed his head and said: "Huang Po, I brought the son of the world to meet the Hou Ye." ”

"Truly, the little boy looks much more handsome than when the old man was a child. Huang Po smiled miserably, "Little boy, come in alone." ”

The building is darkly lit, the walls are cramped, and all the windows are closed, and heavy curtains are falling. Huang Po lit the candle, and the round halo lit up, reflecting a blue-white stiff face behind her.

Zhi Kari took a half step back and held on to the hilt of his sword. It was a head hanging from the wall, its lips were bright red, and the candle flame danced in its strange eyes, shining with an evil light, as if it was not dead.

"The little boy is calm, not like he came out of the mountain village. Huang Po always stared at Zhi Zhen, her eyes were like a hook.

Zhi Hunt really snorted: "It's just a dead man's head, what's there to be afraid of?"

"It's not a human head. It's the loot that the old man brought back from the Dimeng Road, the head of a corpse ghost. Huang Po moved the candle flame, and her head suddenly disappeared into the darkness, and her evil eyes were still shining.

"Does the little boy know what a corpse ghost is?" Huang Po turned her head and approached Zhi Zhenzhen, her face wrinkled and writhing, "Although the body is dead, the brain is still alive, people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts." Therefore, the corpse ghosts are not reconciled, and they will do anything to resurrect them. ”

Huang Po laughed "unruly", and her breath hit Zhi Hunt's face, like a cold tentacle.

Zhi Hunt was really silent: "If I have the opportunity to go to the Earth Dream Dao, I want to understand the power of the corpse ghost." ”

"There will be a chance. Huang Po glanced at Zhi Zhenzhen faintly, stepped on the steps, and walked up.

"Crunch, crunch—" The wooden ladder swayed, and Huang Po's figure was reflected on the steps, twisting with the candlelight, resembling a changing ghost. Zhi Hunt Zhen saw that there were heads hanging on both sides, either ugly and vicious, or enchanting and strange...... Sometimes it lurks with the candlelight, and sometimes it rushes into sight, as if it wants to choose someone to eat.

"The heads of these foreign objects were all brought back by the old man from the Earth Dream Dao. Huang Po slowly went up to the second floor, walked through the dark corridor, stopped in front of the wing room at the end, gently knocked on the door a few times, and then pushed it open.

Through several layers of tents, Zhi Kazuma vaguely saw a person leaning on the couch, coughing rapidly, his breath was cloudy and weak, and his injuries were obviously not healed.

Zhi Zhenzhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Master Hou." ”

The man turned his head and looked over. The eight-winged golden cicada in the sea let out a sharp roar, and the wings were erected, blooming with white-gold sharp light.

Witch Warning!

Zhi Hunt's heart suddenly tightened, if it weren't for his calm temperament, he would have followed his instinct and used the Winter Cicada Sting Technique to escape.

"Hmm. Yongning Hou responded, lowered his head and coughed for a while, before saying, "An'er, since you are here, you can stay in peace." If you have any requirements, just tell Yifu. After being silent for a while, he said, "Take good care of Dieniang." ”

After a few moments, he felt his gaze take his eyes off his body. The candle flame was extinguished suddenly, and Huang Po's voice came from the darkness: "Little boy, please go back late at night, Master Hou needs to recuperate." ”

Walking out of the small building, Zhi Hunt Zhenwu was uneasy and full of doubts. The encounter between Yongning Hou and his father and son was too hasty. How could he be so indifferent when he met his long-lost parent? Even if Yongning Hou was seriously injured, why did he have to live in such a remote place? Besides, why did the witch spirit warn? The golden wind did not move the cicada, and among the four great witch spirits, the eight-winged golden cicada's premonition of good fortune and evil fortune ranked first.

A gust of cold wind blew, Zhi Jia Zhen turned his head, Huang Powu stood under the eaves, staring straight at himself, the dark robe rose with the wind, like a black bat spreading its huge membranous wings.

"In the past few years, Hou Ye has been living in a simple house, suffering from injuries and pains, and his temperament is inevitably a little stricter, and the son of the world has to bear more. Wang Yifu looked at Zhi Zhenzhen's expression and said warmly.

"Not really. Zhi Zhenzhen shook his head slightly, and looked over again, Huang Po disappeared into a thick night fog.

"I just...... It's just that I'm a little worried about Hou Ye's condition. Zhi Jia Zhen asked tentatively, "Could it be that the magic thaumaturgy and elixir of the many Dao Sects of the Great Jin Dynasty can't cure his injuries?"

Wang Yifu shook his head and sighed as he walked out: "When the Hou Ye returned from injury, he not only asked for help from the Taishang Shenxiao Sect, Lingxi Zhai and other Taoist sects, but even His Majesty's imperial doctor also came to diagnose and treat him, but he returned in vain. ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen suddenly said: "The laws of the two places are different. ”

That's what the Lingxi Zhai Sect said. Wang Yifu was taken aback, "Does the prince of the world also know the law? This is the mystery that only the way of refining the void and the void will be involved." ”

Zhi Hunt Zhen was also stunned for a moment, and he blurted out these words, as if out of instinct, and did not understand the meaning. "I've heard my mother mention it occasionally. He brushed aside the apricot branch sticking out of front of him and said casually.

Later, Hou Ye invited Qiao, the first prince in the world. Wang Yifu led Zhi Zhenzhen through the arcade of the Hundred Gardens and Forests, bypassed the rugged rockery, and walked towards the courtyard to the east of the Hou Mansion.

"Prince Joe?" Zhi Kari couldn't help but stop.

"The prince must have heard of this man. Wang Yifu praised the festival, "Prince Qiao is famous all over the world, although he is a casual cultivator, he has an outstanding posture, a shining demeanor, and is proficient in all kinds of strange secret arts. Thanks to him, Hou Ye's injuries were slightly stabilized. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen followed Wang Yifu into the corridor, and secretly wondered in his heart, no wonder Wang Ziqiao was sure about the blood test, and he must have quietly moved his hands and feet when he was treating Yongning Hou. Yes, it's not that his own blood fits Yongninghou, but that Yongninghou's blood has a problem......

"Shizi, Shizi—"

Zhi Zhenzhen came back to his senses and heard Wang Yifu say, "Your residence has arrived." ”