The man left quietly, and Zhi Hunt Zhen was still not asleep.

He sat cross-legged behind the peacock mica screen, his five hearts facing the sky, and the Void Pole Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Law was running endlessly. A trace of strange light that is imperceptible to the naked eye is born from all over the body, like a delicate spider silk, constantly converging towards the depths of the eyebrows.

This thing resembles a pupa insect, curled up into a clump, the pupal shell is as thin as a gauze silk, and the eight pairs of transparent wings inside are faintly visible to meet the breath of Zhi Hunting.

It is the most mysterious and terrifying inheritance of the Wu clan - the witch spirit.

The highest secret book of the Wu clan, "Zhutian Thirteen Records", records: "The witch spirit is neither flesh and blood, nor god nor ghost, neither virtual nor real, neither life nor death." In the moment of contemplation, it is beyond the instrument. ”

"Zhutian Thirteen Records" records a total of thirteen kinds of top-level witchcraft with vast magical powers, among them, only the Void Pole Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Method can generate witch spirits. This method gathers the essence of the blood and blood of the whole body into spiritual light, dissolves it in the center of the eyebrows, and takes it as the womb. Then visualize the three souls and seven spirits, give the essence of the soul into the womb, and give birth to the witch spirit.

People who don't have the bloodline of the witch clan, even if they get the Void Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Method, they can't even think of turning into spiritual light and achieving witch spirits.

This is the supreme Dafa that can only be cultivated by the purest bloodline of the Wu clan. When the Wu clan was divided, the "Thirteen Records of Zhutian" was secretly plundered by the branch clan, the communist clan and other departments, and was privately hidden by the patriarchs of the past dynasties, keeping the witch sacrifices in the dark. Even many of the forbidden spell texts were held by the patriarch, so that the witch ritual lineage was weakened day by day. In this generation, there are only some superficial witch talismans, which are not lethal at all.

Zhijia really lowered his eyelids, many distracting thoughts disappeared, his eyebrows gradually heated, and the surface of the chrysalis shell lit up with wisps of patterns. These patterns are not static, but constantly change as the aura gathers, interweaving more dense and subtle textures.

The chrysalis trembled again and again, and its curled body tried its best to arch and twist, as if trying to break free from the chrysalis shell. Zhi Hunt Zhen occasionally hears one or two cicadas, if there is nothing, it seems to be real and illusory, far away from the underworld.

More than an hour later, the Void Pole Nail Fetal Soul Forbidden Method had run to the eleventh week, and Zhi Zhenzhen suddenly frowned, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hands and feet couldn't help twitching. This access control method not only focuses on the soul, but also needs a strong physical support. The witch clans who have always achieved witch spirits have all practiced ancestral witch alchemy. And in order to hide from Barre, he had to give up refining his body, and only relied on the physique of ordinary people to work hard.

After another week, Zhi Hunt really felt that his eyes were black, cold sweat gushed out like pulp, and his whole body was in pain and almost collapsed. Knowing that his body had reached its limit, he immediately stopped, grabbed the screen shelf, and struggled to stand up.

It has passed midnight, and everything is silent, only the mountain wind is like a wave, surging and slapping the window lattice, shaking the small building into a floating island.

There was no light or shadow around, and as far as Zhikashi could see, there was even more darkness.

As in countless nights in the past, he stood silently, listening to the sound of the wind, and the dark island seemed to float in the endless whistling mountain waves. At this moment, others are not there, time is not there, and the loneliness full of sharp edges and corners emerges like a reef.

It's a short time of the day, and it's all about him. But at this moment, he would feel an inexplicable emptiness, as if he had fallen from a high cliff and kept falling, unable to land, and unable to catch anything to cling to.

In fact, his life was very thin, day after day, along the established path. Secret penance and the achievement of witch spirits were arranged by his father during his lifetime, and he acted in front of Barre. And once he leaves these, he becomes idle and at a loss. Just as the mountain breeze recedes like a tide at dawn, only the barren leaves are left, lying in the sun that shines like a knife, and I don't know where to go.

"Bang-" After a long time, Zhi Kari pushed open the window, letting the fierce mountain wind and the night pour in together, and the loose robe puffed up like wings open to the night sky.

Suddenly, he felt the urge to leap out of the mountain, leaving everything behind. The mountain wind shouted to meet him, like a huge wave that he struggled to hold up, but he always stood still, letting the impulse pass, the sweat on his back dried, and the increasingly heavy chill covered every tiny pore of his skin, so that the wind could no longer penetrate.

Shin Shikari slowly closed the window, his robe hanging limply. Suddenly, his eyes froze, and a few fires appeared through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the bamboo bushes outside the window, shaking and shaking, and he was approaching the bamboo building.

The chrysalis in his brow suddenly palpitated, and a trace of uneasiness welled up in his heart.

This is the witch spirit's instinct to have a premonition of good luck and evil.

Zhi Kari immediately turned around and walked to a gold-painted rosewood cabinet. There are three layers of cabinets, and a large number of gorgeous and bright embroidered silks, Jin and Chu calligraphy and paintings, and Zhiwei scripts are piled up randomly, and even a few drawers and boxes are also stuffed.

Zhi Hunt Zhen opened the third drawer, and at the top was a stack of exquisite Spring Palace picture albums, and dozens of volumes of books were pressed below: "The Secret Biography of the First Fang Shi of the Eight Desolations", "Joking about the Prince Qiao of the Immortals", "Concubine and Zi Qiao - Listening to the Spring Rain in Qinglou One Night", "Ten Evil Techniques of Confusing the Prince Qiao", "True Fang Shizhi Playing the False Demon Gate", ...... It is all entrusted by the hunting businessmen and collected from bookstores all over Jinchu. These books record the anecdotes of Prince Qiao that have been circulated in the market, most of which are false, and are extremely exaggerated, but Zhi Jia Zhen has repeatedly studied and peeled off the cocoon, but he has also figured out a little bit of Prince Qiao's temperament.

Otherwise, how could he rashly "invite" this celebrity to the village and become the last link in the plan to go to the altar and worship the sky?

Outside the window, the firelight pierced through the bamboo forest, getting closer and closer. With the pupa of the eyebrow worm, Zhi Hunt really heard the sound of hurried footsteps from afar. He lit the candle with whale oil and threw the books into the brazier. "Peng!" flames rose, and the pages quickly rolled up the charred corners.

Suddenly there was a light outside the window, and several Wu clan men held torches and rushed to the front of the stilted building. The two napping little maids woke up and rubbed their sleepy eyes to meet them.

"It was Lord Wuwu who asked us to come. The yellow-faced man at the head shouted, "Xiao Cui, Xiao Ko, open the door!"

Zhi Hunt really leaned against the window and saw the face of the person who came, it was Barre's nephew Ba Heng and a few henchmen. He hesitated, then tore off a picture of the Palace Banquet on a Snowy Night hanging on the wall and threw it into the brazier. The flames leaped, and the various postures of a person holding a sword and striking faintly appeared on the picture scroll, and then he was engulfed by the tongue of fire.

"Banquet in the Palace on a Snowy Night" was originally written by Huang Zhouzi, the first painter of the Great Jin Dynasty, depicting the snowy night of Laba, the king of Jin drinking and having fun with a group of celebrities in the imperial garden, and enjoying the snow and discussing the Tao. The original work was collected by the Dajin Palace, and the real piece of Zhijia was just a fake given by a foot trader. Who would have thought that this fake was once illuminated by a candle and showed an image of a figure dancing with a sword. After observing it, he found that this was an extremely simple set of introductory sword training, and there was no corresponding method of sword qi operation, nor any unfathomable sword moves. But after he tried to practice according to the diagram for several months, he felt that his fingers, wrists, shoulders and elbows became very flexible, as if they were connected into an invisible stream of water, and a sword stabbed out, like a cloud and a wind, natural and smooth.

Zhi Hunt really knew that it was extraordinary, so he practiced diligently night and night. Fortunately, "Snowy Night Palace Banquet Map" is only some sword practice postures, which does not involve the use of internal breath and martial arts refinement, and cannot change the physique of ordinary people who support hunting, and it will not arouse Barre's suspicions.

"Young Patriarch, you haven't slept yet!" The yellow-faced big man stepped on the bamboo ladder with a creaky sound, and took the lead in walking up, shouting with a big grin, "Lord Wuwu has given an order, tell us to search the surroundings to prevent Ma Hua from sneaking in and making trouble!"

With a wave of his hand, several clansmen behind him immediately rummaged through the cabinets and looked around. Zhi Hunting's eyes flashed, and he cried out in a lost voice: "Ma Hua, could it be that Ma Hua broke into the stockade? Damn, how did you guard?" He retreated to the corner with a frightened face, thinking to himself, how could Barre send someone over in the middle of the night, could it be that he was suspicious of himself after all?

"Huh?" Ba Heng looked at the flickering embers in the brazier, and said suspiciously, "What are you burning in the middle of the night?"

"It's too cold, of course it's a fire to keep warm. Zhi Kari grabbed a few silk horses and threw them into the brazier. The hot flame soared a few feet, startling Ba Heng, Huo Ran pulled out his waist knife.

When he saw the things that burned the fire, he was so angry that he waved his knife and scolded: "The melon baby of the loser! Such a precious thing, you should burn it as wood?"

"Ba Heng, what are you doing here?" Zhi Hunt really stared at the sword light waving in front of him in a panic, "These are my things, they were bought with the gold left by Abba, and I can do whatever I want." You, you still don't put down the sword, I'm the young patriarch, are you going to make trouble? Uncle Lei, Uncle Lei is coming to save me! Your nephew is going to kill someone-"

In the silence of the night, his shouts were particularly piercing, and they spread far away, and the two little maids were so shocked that they caught up. Although everyone in the village spurned Zhi Hunt Zhen, after all, he was the bloodline of the branch clan, and no one would mess with him in the future as the head of the Wu clan.

"Brother Ba Heng......" Xiao Cui looked at Ba Heng timidly.

"Okay, okay, don't listen to this. Ba waved his hand, glared at Zhi Hunt Zhen, and put away the knife stupidly, "I'm afraid of even playing with knives, I really lost the face of our witch clan." Don't shout, we are here this time, that's what my uncle meant. ”

Zhi Zhenzhen asked, "What does Uncle Lei mean?"

Ba Heng sneered: "Lord Wuwu has an order, in order to prevent Mahua's sneak attack, I have invited the young patriarch to go to the walled building in the back mountain to live temporarily, and be responsible for supervising it." ”

"Uncle Lei wants me to move to the back mountain?" Zhi Hunting's face changed greatly, but his heart was not shocked, Barre was going to do it to himself after all.

Zhi's cottage is surrounded by mountains on all sides, the mountain road in front is covered with a blessing forbidden spell array, the north and south two ridges are steep, the peak is high into the clouds, the fierce beasts emerge in endlessly, even if it is a horse, it is difficult to climb easily. The backhill to the west is remote and inaccessible, with a rugged path leading in and out of the village. A simple walled building was built at the entrance, which happened to be located on the top of the cliff in the back mountain, and was guarded by the elders of several clans all the year round.

Facing the danger of Ma Hua at the moment, Barre immediately seized this opportunity and arranged for himself to go to the back mountain, so that he could avoid the clansmen and get rid of the thorn in his eye unconsciously. At that time, Barre ruled the whole clan under the guise of avenging himself, and his people praised him for his righteousness.

"Yes, Lord Wuwu said, it is a matter of the rise and fall of the Wu clan, and the young patriarch has a great responsibility. Hurry up and pack up, we'll take you to the back mountain now. Ba Hengpi said with a smile on his face.

"I'm not going! The back mountain is so barren, and it's on the tuyere, where is the place for people to stay?" Zhi Kari kicked over the brazier, and the ashes scattered in all directions. The reason why Barre chose to take him away in the middle of the night must be because he was afraid that he would make a big fuss and not look good in front of his people.

"It's up to you!" Ba Heng's face sank, "Young patriarch, you are the head of our Wu clan, you eat well, wear well, and play happily on weekdays." Why, when it comes to a critical moment, you don't want to endure some hardships for your people? You still don't know how important the path in the back mountain is? If you let Ma Hua touch it, everyone will be doomed!"

"I don't care, I'm not going anyway! The old man who looked at the back mountain last year heard that he was swallowed by a big snake, and there was no bone residue left!" Seeing his legs trembling, Xiaocui and Xiaokou couldn't help but take a sip.

Ba Heng said senran: "Young patriarch, don't worry, a few of us will stay in the back mountain with you and protect you well." Several of his men also gathered around, all of them with sneering faces.

Zhi Hunt really angrily pushed down an ice crack porcelain bottle, the fragments splashed, he grabbed a few more utensils on the case, and threw it around, "I want to see Uncle Lei, Uncle Lei loves me the most, and he won't let me go to the back mountain!"

Ba Heng looked up to the sky and laughed, this stupid thing was still in the dark! The uncle's meaning had already been revealed to him, just waiting for Zhi Zhenzhen to die, and his uncle ascended to the throne, his own nephew would be the well-known young patriarch.

"Peng!" Zhi Zhenzhen smashed a white jade basin again, and the wide sleeves covered it, and a small dagger hidden at the bottom of the basin was quietly incorporated into the sleeve.

"Don't make a fuss, young patriarch, it's time for us to hit the road. Ba Heng made a look, and a big man grabbed Zhi Zhenzhen's shoulder, lifted him with force, and carried him on his shoulder, and was about to go out.

"The wind is cold and the dew is heavy, are you going to travel late at night?" a clear and magnetic voice came slowly, and Prince Qiao escalated the ladder, looking at everyone with a smile.