"Sister Qi Tong, why are you here?"

After resting, the cracked wound on the leg has become scarred. Fortunately, the disciples of Baiyunguan cared about the black iron rod in Wang Zimo's hand, and made a gesture to cower, so that they did not hurt the main meridian.

The only thing that kept the prince silent was the imprint wrapped around the altar.

When he tried to impact the spirit platform with the Great Yan Sutra last night, he found that not only did the imprint not be reduced, but it had returned to its peak state, and it was even deeper than before.

You can run the Great Yanjing here, but you can't go to Sanhezhuang......

Sanhezhuang, the hometown from childhood to adulthood, why is it becoming more and more fascinating?

Thinking about it, Wang Zimo ran to Yin Jitong in three steps and two steps, looking at his eyes slightly swollen, obviously dressed up Yin Jitong, and suddenly remembered that when he was a child, a group of children ran to dig graves in the mass graves, and immediately lowered his head in shame, curling his fingers at a loss.

"Whoever dares to dig graves at night is a plant!"

"I'm going to be the bride of the seed!"

Sweet words lingered in the ears of the two, melting into sorrow and filling the hearts.

Now both of them have faded from their immature swaddling clothes, their hearts are open, and they are all the same memories. Therefore, they do not feel much estranged, as if God has deliberately siphoned away the memories of these two years and stitched together the present and the past.

Yin Zhentong's apricot eyes were beaded, and in the past two years, like everyone else, she has always thought that the prince was silent. It wasn't until Wang Ji found her yesterday that he vented the depression in his heart.

She cried all night last night, and if her father hadn't stopped her from seeing that the momentum was wrong, she would have packed her things that night and prepared to go up the mountain.

"The prince ...... silently"

What's more, Yin Zhentong felt guilty about Wang Zimo. If it weren't for the bride she was arguing about two years ago, Wang Zimo wouldn't have gone to dig the grave at night, and she wouldn't have been snatched away by the red-clothed protector and married the monster of Yangchi.

In this way, he will not go to the White Cloud Temple, and everything will not happen.

The little girl's eyes flashed with self-blame, and she bit her upper lip slightly.

She wanted to raise her head and look at this face thoroughly from beginning to end, but she lowered her head in shame, her shoulders trembled, and she choked up.

The pink plum blossom neckline flickered up and down with the shaking of her shoulders, Wang Zimo knew that she was sad in her heart, touched her soft hair to change the topic, and asked, "What about Daji?"

"Your brother is injured. ”

As soon as Yin Jitong finished speaking, he didn't have time to wipe away the tears swirling in the corners of his eyes, and his small body suddenly burst out with powerful power and grabbed the violent prince back silently.

"He, please, I'll bring you food! Let me tell you, stay here, don't go back!"

Yin Zhentong poked Wang Zimo's chest with his fingers, the words were sonorous and powerful, and his words were full of warnings, warning Wang Zimo not to go back and cause trouble, the village was already in a mess!

The prince bowed his head silently, clenched his fists tightly, bit his lip, and stood up in silence.

The two suddenly became strangers again, each thinking about their hearts and not talking to each other.

"Hey, are they telling the truth?" Yin Qitong felt that what he just said was a bit serious, and took the lead in breaking the silence, his big eyes were black and white, blinking, and after thinking about it, he still asked the words that had been held back for a long time, "You really married a monster bride?"

"Who said that!"

Wang Zimo was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he suddenly knew why Yin Jitong was like eating gunpowder just now, and quickly retorted: "I didn't!"

"What's the matter with the bronze coffin in the village?"

"Who knows!"

The prince mothed his nostrils into the sky and denied that he had married a monster bride. Yin Zhentong stared at Wang Zimo for a long time, and finally laughed out loud, pointing at the tip of Wang Zimo's nose and posing as if the old god was there: "Forgive you and don't dare!"

"Hehe......"

The two sat under the statue and chatted for a long time, from the rising sun to the bright sun, and then to the twilight of the west.

From Yin Zhentong's mouth, Wang Zimo finally knew: It turned out that the change in Sanhezhuang was not accidental!

That was sixteen years ago.

Heavy snowfall fell in Sanhezhuang, and the well was dry and waterless.

The old man who drilled the well poked open the dragon's eye, and the wells overflowed with blood, but it also worked, the cumulus clouds in the sky dissipated, the snow melted, and after three days everything was as before, but it increased the yield of winter wheat.

Before leaving, the old man told Wang Wei to quickly take the villagers out of Sanhezhuang. It is surrounded by mountains on all sides, and the lower corpse pond is connected with the central pond outside the sky, which is really a place of extreme yin.

Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, people exist in the yang world, ghosts live in the underworld, and corpses live underground.

But everything is not absolute, although some places are in the yang world, but the yin energy is lingering all day long, such places are very easy to cause corpse changes. I don't know how many years the mass grave in the south of the village has existed, and when the time is ripe, there will definitely be a corpse king.

The old man who dug the well knew that Wang Ji was soft-spoken, so he passed down a set of methods to exorcise evil spirits, and wrapped a small bronze mirror in red silk to seal the wellhead, which could buy Wang Ji ten years.

Who knew that ten years later, the bronze mirror blocked at the wellhead was gone.

Then strange things happened in the village one after another, first whose chickens and geese were stiffened and sucked dry of blood, then cows, sheep and pigs were bitten off their necks, and then someone was killed.

The people in the village were panicked and clamored to move out of Sanhezhuang.

Yin Jitong said very carefully to the prince, especially the deeds of Wang Ji leading the villagers to exorcise evil spirits, which simply said that Wang Ji was an omnipotent hero.

This deadlock attack on the village was the work of ghouls, who attacked domestic animals for no reason, and then humans, bloodthirsty and stiff, shrouded Sanhezhuang in a layer of fear.

It's just that Wang Zimo doesn't know if this matter has anything to do with Dai Xiaomo, or does it have anything to do with himself?

If this is the case, as rumored by the villagers, Dai Xiaomo set off this bloody storm in order to force herself, it must be unforgivable!

"Just ......"

Yin Zhentong, who was still talking just now, suddenly swallowed.

"Just what?"

Faintly, Wang Zimo actually felt that the disappearance of the bronze mirror was inextricably linked to him.

"Just ......"

Yin Zhentong bit her lip and thought about whether she should tell Wang Zimo.

"It's just that after last night, Brother Wang's status plummeted. not only lost the position of security chief, but was also ridiculed by everyone, saying that the Wang family had a mountain guard. ”

The mountain guards are a non-living, human-like and non-human ethnic group outside the central pond, guarding the periphery of the central pond for generations, and no one knows what the meaning of their existence is.

Whether it is the hero of the human race guarding Yangchi, or the puppet sent by Yangchi to infiltrate the world, no one knows. Because no one has ever seen a real mountain keeper.

The stories about the mountain guards are all legends.

After Yin Zhentong finished speaking, the prince glanced at Bai Zimo, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Humph!"

"So they are ungrateful, and they degrade their brother for nothing?"

The prince silently hammered the ground indignantly, and suddenly remembered Han Xueling's death, and his raised eyebrows were bent gloomily, as if the broken bridge and remnant snow were full of sadness.

"Sister Xueling, how did she die? Who killed her?"

Faintly, tears flashed in the corners of Wang Zimo's eyes. He endured it as hard as he could, telling himself that he would be a man from now on, and that he could no longer cry and cry.

However, Han Xueling and Da Ji already had a marriage contract. Every time she met Han Xueling, she was like a big sister, making Wang Zimo find the feeling of being loved.

That feeling is different from what Da Ji gives, and it is meticulous and delicate.

Yin Zhentong closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't bear the sadness of Liu Mei. Crystal tears slipped into the corners of his eyes, dripping down.

"I heard from the adults that Sister Xue Ling was bitten to death by them!"

The innocent eyes showed a complicated look, both horror and regret, and also contained a slight hatred and disgust for the rumors!

"I heard ...... that night"

Yin Jitong involuntarily clenched Wang Zimo's cuffs.

That night, Brother Wang Ji took Sister Xueling, who was about to pass through the door, to see her new home. Who knew that when he encountered a stiff cannibalism halfway, Brother Wang Wei asked Sister Xueling to go first, and rushed to save people. Who knew that he saved others, but lost his own bride. ”

"Woo...... It's pathetic!"

Yin Zhentong's small body kept shaking, and he hugged Wang Zimo's arm and cried into a little tear.

If Wang Zimo hadn't returned to the village last night, he might have believed it.

At this time, instead of believing it, he felt that something was wrong. With a keen intuition, just like seeing the opponent's murderous intentions last night, I am sure that Sister Xueling died unjustly!

"Don't cry yet, do you know who my brother saved that night?"

"It seems to be Liu Lizhu, the third sister of your family. Yin Zhentong felt Wang Zimo's calmness, wiped away his tears and thought carefully, "When I was a child, I always rushed to be your bride!"

After speaking, the little girl pursed her mouth, her cheeks were crimson, and her cheeks were bulging. Seeing Wang Zimo frowning his eyebrows, he was very confused and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Uh, it's fine!"

The relationship between the two instantly returned to the past, one of them did not marry, and the other did not marry! But at this moment, they were all infected by cold emotions, and everything was just tacit.

Wang Zimo became more and more cold, looking at the white clouds circulating in the sky.

He suddenly remembered Jincheng's Ximeng, who was also a woman as pure as paper, why did she have such a bad fate?

Heaven is unfair!

Heavens, injustice!