Yin Zi opened her eyes suddenly, the purple light in her eyes burst out, empty and godless, and a purple flower print on her forehead was faintly exuding purple brilliance.

It turned out that the ban under Mo Li had been lifted.

Mo Li, who was thirty miles away, suddenly felt a panic in his heart, and immediately lost his mind. He uneasily touched the irritability that suddenly jumped up on his chest, and sighed silently: "Huh...... Are you so uneasy after leaving for such a short time?"

In the empty room, Yin Zi sat up from the bed expressionlessly, her face stiff, her expression petrified, as if she had lost her soul, and the six gods had no owner.

The white beads floating on the beams of the house faded and turned into a wisp of light, which sank into the purple forehead.

In an instant, I saw that the expression on the face of Yin Zi, who was still sluggish just now, turned around and returned to her normal appearance.

Yin Zi opened her eyes, the purple light in her eyes was rippling, and she suddenly felt a burning sensation faintly coming from her forehead. She seemed to consciously reach out and touch her forehead, but as soon as her hand touched the purple light on the other side, it was quickly bounced away by a scorching heat.

Even though she flashed quickly, her fingertips were still affected and swollen.

Suspiciously, she leaned her hand closer and looked closer, only to see the afterimage of the purple light in her eyes on the back of her hand.

"This is ......" Without further thought, she reached out and grabbed it, and saw a small bronze mirror in front of the vanity mirror in the room fly over and fall into her hand.

In the mirror, the beauty is picturesque, the flower print on the other side of the forehead is faintly flashing, and a pair of glazed purple eyes are shining.

"How could it be. Yin Zi looked at herself in the mirror in astonishment, and just wanted to raise her hand to explore the authenticity of the flower mark on the other side, but her hand was only halfway out, and the pain in her fingertips spread just right to pull back her consciousness.

She screamed in pain, as if there was a fire burning in her body, straight through her four meridians and eight veins, wanting to burn every inch of her muscles and bones.

The bronze mirror fell to the ground with a "snap", making a crisp sound, waking up Yin Zi, who was still in shock.

The ban that Mo Li set for her with his own hands was so easy to lift.

She couldn't help but look around, only to realize that she had returned to Chang'an City at some point.

"Brother Hades......" Out of fear, she called tentatively.

However, there was no response.

In the room, the silence was terrible, and Yin Zi could faintly hear the sound of the flickering candle flame and the voice of the mysterious power that was shouting in her bones and blood, which was roaring and hitting her brain, until her head was splitting, and her whole body was like being in a sea of fire, and the pain was incomparable.

"Brother ...... Hades" was occupied by the sudden pain, and he had long lost the strength to call for help.

She had to fall to the ground in embarrassment, dominated by the inexplicable pain, leaning back against the edge of the bed, maintaining a half-leaning and half-kneeling position.

The burning sensation that spread through the body continued, and there was no intention of stopping. Yin Zi bit her lips tightly, endured the pain and tried not to let herself exhale in pain, and the flower print on the other side of her forehead was even more violet, and the visions were repeated.

At this moment, a cry suddenly appeared in Yin Zi's mind like a midnight terror, like the sound of a resentful spirit hovering in hell, eerie and heartbreaking.

The sound pierced through the barrier, like an invisible magic, eroding her consciousness little by little, suddenly taking shape in her mind, turning into a white bead floating in the sea of her consciousness, as if it was summoning, and it seemed to be only telling.

She stood up from the ground trembling and staggering, her thin body like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, swaying and falling in the air.

After walking a few steps so persistently, the not very clear brain became cloudy again, and Yin Zi shook her head with difficulty, and the purple light in her eyes was dim, as if she had lost her mind.

The flower mark on the other side of her forehead was still faintly glowing with purple light, but under the purple light, there seemed to be a white light lit up, wanting to swallow the purple light into invisibility.

"Brother Hades......" The pain in her body dominated her and opened the door, the transparent enchantment light and shadow outside the door floated, blocking her way, she subconsciously called softly, but her voice choked in her throat.

The long sleeves float, and the enchantment shatters in response.

On the street, the figures were thin, the hustle and bustle faded, and Yin Zi followed the cry and stumbled out of the inn with her drowsy head.

The cold wind swept in her face, clearing her mind for a moment, but after a few moments, everything was chaotic again.

The crying continued, from far to near, as if it was near and as if it was far away.

Under the afterglow of the lights, the cold wind is cold, Yin Zi is dressed in white, three thousand hairs dance with the wind, and the clothes and belts are flying, like a fairy under the moon, like a dream.

I don't know how long I walked this time, until the light and shadow dissipated, and Yin Zi was alone in the night, and the burning sensation entrenched in her consciousness gradually dissipated.

All around, the rustle of tree branches swaying came to her ears from time to time, and when the shadows of the trees swayed, her glassy purple eyes stood out in the night.

The rich smell of death drifted from afar with the cold wind, lingering on the tip of Yin Zi's nose, pulling every nerve in her body, causing her to subconsciously walk forward.

The crying continued, and it was near, and it sounded a little sad about the woman.

Her heart sank, and her purple and clear eyes seemed to be covered with a thick shadow, blocking all her vision.

Ahead, the more dead it gets, and that's where the cry is. The footsteps on the fallen leaves made a "rustling" sound at the right time, adding a bit of gloom to this mysterious atmosphere, and it made people feel afraid for no reason.

Even on the bank of the Lechuan River, the sea of flowers on the other side has cultivated for 100,000 years, but it is disturbed by this unknown dead air, and his fingertips can't help but tremble.

As he walked, he suddenly saw a hazy fog and shadow in front of him, a green light jumping, and a thick black mist wrapped in dead air gathered and hovered in an unknown clearing, like ghosts wandering, full of resentful spirits.

The cry intensified, like a thousand kinds of magic sounds mixed together, and in the cold wind whimpering, it was like an evil spirit coming to the world, terrible and terrifying.

Thunder suddenly exploded in the air, and there was a roar.

Yin Zi was dressed in white, like a god and a demon coming to the world, standing between the hills and ravines, her pale eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost, and her not very sober mind was gradually pulled back, and the cold in her glazed purple eyes slowly dissipated, but it was the flower mark on the other side of the forehead, and the purple light was flourishing, faintly showing signs that she was going to jump out of her forehead.

At some point, the full moon hanging in the sky was also shrouded in blackness, blocking out the only light that could illuminate the front. In the darkness, where the cry was heard, there was a faint breath of life.

Yin Zi frowned, and the flower print on the other side of her forehead was faintly beating uneasily.

She is the flower spirit on the other side, and she is particularly sensitive to this dead qi by birth, if she expects it to be right, the place of resentful spirits in front of her is the Baijia Village they have been looking for, the place where the living and the dead live.

Or perhaps, those living people were kept in the dark, cast a spell, sealed in this small village, and could not take a single step until they died.

However, after death, the soul needs to return to the underworld, and only a very small number of people who do not resolve the grudge will escape the soul of the soul seducer, so they hide in Tibet, and become a lonely ghost that is not tolerated in the world. But those who are unwilling to die for a long time and have resentment in their hearts will choose their companions who are also resentful spirits, devour each other, and become resentful spirits.

So here......

Yin Zi suddenly frowned, her eyes seemed to be cloudy, and she turned her head slightly sideways, if someone was around, she would definitely be able to see that her tight lips had been trembling slightly.

Although it is winter, there is no life to be found, but the grievances and deaths everywhere make Yin Zi's heart inexplicably flustered, she is a resentful spirit, reborn by resentment, and the death gas on her body is probably compared with the death gas that does not disperse all year round in the underworld, I am afraid that there is no place in the sky and the earth that can compete with her death.

What's more, she was born from death.

Is the dead air gathering...... Suddenly, the purple light in Yin's purple eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but feel a little greedy for death.

On top of her ignorant expression, her stunning face is as beautiful as a god and a demon.

As she approached step by step, the place where the dead qi gathered gradually exuded an irresistible smell of purple, pulling her forward step by step, as if she had lost her mind.

In the howling of the cold wind, the cold and biting bones, the purple dress was blown all over the sky, and under the reflection of the purple light on the other side of the forehead, her hair was scattered, and her little face was red, and she already had a somewhat beautiful and moving appearance.

The slender hand as white jade slowly stretched out from his sleeve, and the death qi condensed in Yin Zi's hand, and a magic trick was twisted out, and he saw that the dead qi gradually transformed into a netherworld fire that emitted a faint green light.

She continued to hold on to the firelight, illuminating the uneven ground beneath her feet, but when her eyes fell to the ground, she screamed in fright, and then took a step back, trembling uncontrollably.

In the eye, there is a corpse that has been decomposing for a long time, with a hideous face, white bones protruding, and under the reflection of the netherworld fire, you can faintly see the corpse worms wriggling from the skull, which is extremely terrifying.

The chill instantly swept through Yin Zi's body, and she shivered and moved forward step by step, but it was difficult to get in front of the corpse.

Even though she is the flower owner on the other side of the underworld, it is the first time she has seen such a terrifying scene, and she is so frightened that she loses blood, and her little face is pale.

Under the light of the fire, her lips and teeth were pursed and she trembled.

The flower print on the other side of the forehead seemed to smell the fragrance of food, inexplicably excited, beating more and more, flashing with bloodthirsty light, all at once, like a ghost.

At that end, the thick black mist that blended with death and anger seemed to sense this end, and when a wisp of swaying floated from it, it stopped around Yin Zi's body, and kept circling.

This time, Yin Zi was really scared.

She tried her best to hide her flustered emotions, and reached out to poke the black mist, which felt a soft touch. At that moment, the fear in her heart dissipated a little, and she couldn't help but poke it again curiously, and asked with her teeth chattering, "Who are you?"