The night breeze is cool.

lifted the hem of everyone's clothes, hovered above Wang Zimo's head for a moment, and then rolled up Wang Ji's hair and slipped away quietly.

Countless dead stiffness were signaled, and suddenly the tide receded, and in the blink of an eye, only the heavy breathing of the men, the beating of their hearts, and the "crackling" of torches burned.

The green smoke is ethereal, just like the smell of smoke from burning wood for cooking.

This is a peaceful and carefree taste, but it can't comfort the villagers' panic and anxiety.

"Woo~, Wang!

There were a few dog barks faintly in the alley south of the village, and then it seemed to knock down the kakino dominos, and the dog barking instantly infected the entire village.

Aspen leaves shake strangely.

The palm-sized leaves "rattle lala......" stirred people's hearts upset!

Bursts of blue-blue yin qi spread around the ground. Faintly visible, there was a huge official, wearing gray step clothes, carrying an exaggerated step, carrying a dark brown bronze coffin, slowly stepping on the mist and drifting towards the crowd.

The bronze coffin is tall and heavy, and it can be clearly identified that it is carved with exquisite dragon peony floating snail cloud pattern.

Along the way, the dogs were silent, and only the black dog was still stubbornly barking.

Wang Zimo's eyes were glazed, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling. Two years ago, the nightmare dreams suddenly opened a gap, accumulating more and more in my mind, and in a moment it occupied most of my memory.

It was obviously a dream wrapped in a thin veil, but now it has become extremely clear, as if it is really happening around me, unbelievable!

The prince silently looked at it very clearly, the woman in red who led the way in front was the red-clothed protector who served him in the groom's dress that night in the church with Dai Xiaomo!

The red-clothed protector is enchanting and peerless.

I haven't seen him for two years, and there is no more waxy yellow on his white moonlight face. She walked gracefully, and set off a breeze in her gestures.

And the six little girls with heavy makeup standing behind the red-clothed protector, all wearing pink and purple jackets, painted white faces and red cheek circles, and red lips, looked similar to the boys and girls who burned the dead.

"Bang dang!"

The bronze coffin slammed to the ground.

Then I heard the six little girls cry crisply: "Respectfully invite the lord to return home!"

The men in Sanhezhuang were all stunned, and they didn't know who the lord in the little girl's mouth was. Everyone turned their heads to look at the chief of the body, Wang Ji, but Wang Ji's eyes were fixed on Wang Zimo.

Could it be the scrap wood that died two years ago?

Two years ago, Wang Ji said that his own brother had died, and his expression was depressed and painful. The people in the village believed it, and it was not until Liu Xinyan, who visited the White Horse Pavilion last year, went home to visit his relatives that he learned that this prince Mo was not dead.

Liu Xinyan saw that Wang Zimo did not return to Sanhezhuang, so he was sure that he was still in Baiyun Temple.

The incident was not publicized, but the villagers speculated that Wang Zimo did not return for a year after being injured, and presumably really died on the road.

This guy became a relative to the monster in Yangchi, why is he entangled with the mass grave?

If I knew this, I shouldn't have relented in the first place!

Wang Zimo was terrified!

The anxious heart had not yet come out of the White Horse Pavilion, and was thrown into the abyss by the scene in front of him.

Memories flood into my mind, first outlining, then a little powder, and finally an incredibly long scroll.

That day, Wang Zimo was led by Dai Xiaomo to cross the bridge and follow the corpse mother-in-law into a majestic palace.

The corpse mother-in-law trembled her eyelids, the high bridge of her nose collapsed because of her age, and the tip of her nose was about to touch her lips when she spoke. She put on Wang Zimo's groom clothes, and led Dai Xiaomo to worship heaven and earth. Then he pointed to the huge bronze coffin and said, "In the future, this will be your home, and in the coffin next to it lives your bride." ”

When the prince struggled to climb into the coffin, he was suddenly caught by an invisible rope around his neck, pulling him backwards and fast.

Later, when I saw Mingbao, I realized that it was my brother who invited him to save him.

If he was too late, he might never come out again!

Wang Zimo saw that the corpse mother-in-law's hideous face was full of anger, and the old face seemed to be poured with a poisonous solution, and the skin fell down piece by piece, and after a while, the beautiful face behind it was revealed, and it became the red-clothed protector in front of him.

"Little son-in-law, you made me look so hard!"

Wow, it's the waste wood!

The villagers of Sanhezhuang were all indignant.

Wang Ji still maintained his original movements, and opened his mouth wide to let Wang Zimo leave quickly.

The prince bit his lip and stared angrily at the red-clothed protector. He clearly felt that although he could easily kill people here, he was like an ant in front of the Dharma Protector.

"If it falls into the hands of this red-clothed protector, it must be me who is a mermaid for the sword!"

However, there was a strong fighting intent exuded from his elder brother, and that fighting intent stabilized people's emotions, and his momentum was not inferior to that of the red-clothed protector.

The prince seemed to realize something, nodded and turned around and ran towards the back mountain.

"Ran again!"

Looking at the prince's flickering back, the red-clothed protector Xiangxiang's shoulders trembled slightly, the corners of his vermilion lips were slightly hooked, and he smiled leisurely: "You will come back!"

Wang Zimo looked back as he ran wildly.

I saw Wang Ji holding a thin and long stick and fighting with the red-clothed protector.

When he came to the top of the Statue Mountain, Sanhezhuang had already fallen silent, only the huge bronze coffin was still pestled in the village, swaying in the bonfire, which was particularly eye-catching!

There is a stone cave in the Idol Mountain, and there is a stone bed in it.

When he was a child, Wang Zimo often followed his brother here to escape the scorching summer heat and mosquito nuisance.

Now lying on the stone bed, the prince silently allowed the cold sweat to soak his clothes.

He breathed heavily with his mouth open, unable to calm down for a long time. The last words of the red-clothed protector seemed to be talking to himself, but they clearly reached his ears.

Inexplicably, he was terrified!

I feel that I am too small, and I don't even have the ability to protect myself in front of the Dharma Protector, and staying will only become a burden to Daji.

So he ran!

I didn't fight alongside Otsuki!

"This is a shame as a younger brother!" Wang Zimo blamed himself very much, he hated himself for being weak, and he could only hide at the critical moment. Hate yourself for not being able to grow up quickly, and defend your homeland with Daji.

However, he will obviously be able to make a great statement and break the heavens.

But you can't use anything in Sanhezhuang! Like a mortal, what the hell is going on?

"Ahh

"Can anyone tell me?

After tossing for half a night, the problem of food and clothing has not only not been solved, but has become more intense. At this time, he did not dare to go out, so he could only grope in the cave, hoping to find food to satisfy his hunger.

The two night pearls on the top of the cave have existed for many years.

Like faint eyes, they are about to turn into decay in the years.

Although the stone room is not exhaustive, it can also be seen. Only the deepest part is dead darkness, and even in the daytime, you can't see what is hidden in the darkness. The prince did not dare to go deep into the cave, so he could only lie on the stone wall and suck the dew gathered from the rock corner to satisfy his hunger.

The cold mountain dew dripped on his tongue, like a trace of coolness that suddenly gushed out from the ground just now, making Wang Zimo wake up most of the time in an instant.

The coolness......

It's Dai Xiaomo, she must have sensed that I was back, so she would help.

She must have sensed that I was back, so she sent the Cardinal Protector to pick me up.

What kind of world is Yangchi, and why is it associated with the mass grave in the south of Sanhezhuang?

Mingbao said that Yangchi is a place of exile, not just a place of exile on this continent, there is everything in it, but there is no one!

There are no normal people!

Dai Xiaomo is from Yangchi, and what she manipulates must be angry. It's like the layer of anger wrapped outside the altar. And the Heaven-Breaking Finger Handprint handed down by Mingbao can be equal to this kind of anger.

The Heaven-Breaking Finger is an ancient Taoist technique, and Dai Xiaomo's anger can compete with it, which is definitely not simple.

But......

What is the fat white power wrapped in the anger?

In the eastern sky, Zhu Xia dyed half the sky red.

The half-black, half-ochre cloud was like a falcon flying high, scanning the hare scattered on the ground. The breath of early autumn came to his face, and Wang Zimo couldn't help but shudder, and the idiom of eventful autumn flashed in his heart.

"Eventful!"

Yin Jitong's iconic two pigtails jumped out of the mountain.

She carried a bamboo basket and struggled to climb the half-human-high stone steps. From above, the two braids were combed very delicately, dangling behind his head, and the prince Mo felt sour when he saw it.

The rugged mountain road is like an iron chain that binds the idol mountain.

Looking at Yin Zhentong's vigorous figure, Wang Zimo suddenly remembered Senior Sister Xiao Jing, and then thought of Dai Xiaomo, the dream that made him ashamed and scared last night.

In dreams.

He and Dai Xiaomo met frankly and slept in the same bed.

And Dai Xiaomo's face has always been blurry, only the pair of jade feet stepping on the white lotus flower made him never forget it.

"Husband, this is the imprint I left in your sea of knowledge. When the time comes, you and I will be husband and wife. ”

"Husband, that mudra is mobilizing vitality on the surface, but in fact, it consumes its own essence and damages yin virtue, remember in the future, don't use it again until you have to!"

Dai Xiaomo!