At dusk, the sun sinks.

Everything is hazy, and the sky and the earth are dim. The husband rang the first bang from the southern city of Chang'an, and the singing harmony came slowly:

"When the time comes, the weather is dry and dry, be careful of the candles. ”

Fu Yu got up, put the precious and valuable things of unknown origin given by unknown people in his arms, and wiped the pitch-black broken knife with his sleeve.

Nangong asked Cistanche to retreat and hide aside, Cistanche was not there, and he was also calm.

Behind him is the entire Chang'an.

On the city wall, Zhang Xufeng, the first of the hundred officials, is located on the city tower with the three-character plaque of "Mingde Gate", and the people standing next to him are the core and meritorious service of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Xiu Yan held the rainforest knife in his hand, deliberately falling behind to the end of the crowd, and the water bladder hanging from his waist was exchanged for bad wine, as if he was treating this battle as a drink.

The well-informed Jianghu rangers gathered together, and among them was dressed in white, with clear eyes, and when he looked at Nangong, he smiled at the corner of his mouth.

A young man dressed as a scholar beside him asked softly, "Young Master, can Young Master Nangong beat the Naga Lou God of War?"

The young master in white said: "If you can't beat it, you have to fight it." ”

The boy asked, "What if I can't beat it?" ”

The young master in white said: "If you can't beat it, you can't beat it, you can do whatever you want." ”

The scholar said angrily: "Young master, what you said is the same as not saying it." ”

The young master in white said: "If you ask, it's the same as if you didn't ask, so you shouldn't ask." ”

The scholar muttered, as if he was complaining about the tricks of the young master in white, but he didn't respond, so he had to turn his attention to the battlefield again.

In the resting place, Chen Zhigui, the eunuch with palm prints, walked to the place where the old man died, and stopped moving forward. Ma Fengtao followed behind him, watching his every move.

Chen Zhigui looked back at the sky, the glow finally dissipated, and the fireworks bloomed, I don't know who he was cheering for.

Just like many years ago, when he first saw the person who was still in swaddling clothes, Chang'an was also cheering for that person and celebrating the arrival of that person.

Now, the same prosperous and lively Chang'an, the same colorful and splendid fireworks, but that person is no longer in the yellow cloth swaddling clothes with splendid dragon patterns, but in the Fengtian treasure letter in his hand.

He opened the treasure letter that was supposed to contain the jade seal, and inside was a skull.

The flesh had long since decayed, with only Sensen's white bones and sparse black hair.

Ma Fengtao noticed the piercing yin qi entanglement when the old eunuch came in, and he was not surprised by the scene like this now, and still watched the old eunuch's actions carefully.

The old eunuch raised the treasure letter above his head, knelt down towards the east, his expression was sad and solemn, and shouted loudly: "Old slave Chen Zhigui, send His Majesty the Emperor back to heaven!"

His Majesty the Emperor in his mouth is naturally not Emperor Shennong, who was watching the battle in Nancheng, but the fallen monarch of the Shura Empire, Emperor Chao Ji.

After the six sword gods divided the world, the eight countries shared the divine calendar, and each country no longer established its own era name, and the title of the emperor was only used by his name.

Emperor Chao Ji, the princes of the Beacon Fire Opera, won the laughter of beauties, and finally lost the last king of the Shura Empire, Xu Chaoji.

After the old eunuch's hoarse and weeping shouts, the place where the old man died, the ground cracked and the light was ghostly, like the opening of the underworld, and a hundred ghosts came out. The continuous yin qi is thin, spreading all the way, southeast to Changxing, and then rushing to Wannian County, and finally connecting to a butcher shop in Dongshi; With the Chang'an Order, the east and west echo, the group is locked and lonely, and nine deaths are exchanged for life.

Hungry ghosts in Chang'an Evil Ghost Town, hundreds of ghosts under Shura City.

In the eastern suburbs, the imperial tomb was full of resentment, and the people guarding the tomb looked at the tomb of the former emperor and shook violently, and finally remembered why this life had been spent here for half a life, and found a wooden box from under the stone slab under the bed, and took out the yellow charm in the wooden box.

Alone in the middle of the imperial mausoleum, not afraid of the ghosts, this man in the gray robe who has been guarding the mausoleum for 30 years, and is now middle-aged, stands out among hundreds of Maoshan Taoists with outstanding talents, and is selected by the old Taoist priest who is known as the disciple of the immortals, and has been dormant here for 30 years, and has been abandoned for 30 years.

His mentor once advised him that if he didn't become this mausoleum keeper, with his talents, he would definitely be able to become a pillar of the Dao Sect, or a master to pass it on.

And he finally chose to listen to the words of the old Taoist priest and came here to guard the mausoleum.

It's just because, in this world, Shura is needed to have peace.

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are dogs. The people of our generation who cultivate the Tao, the way of the world, the heart of heaven and earth, are good at all things. With my benevolence, keep the peace of the world. ”

He recalled what he said to his master at the beginning, after 30 years of waste and 30 years of burial, he also wanted to exchange for 30 years of peace in the world for the suffering of the people and the world.

Those who have not left a name in the world must open up a new prosperous era for this world.

The nameless middle-aged man is holding a yellow talisman, dancing in a gray robe in the yin wind, and his long white hair is fluttering highly, fighting a hundred ghosts alone, like a grasshopper shaking a tree, only a lonely bravery, and hot blood is difficult to cool.

The wind was blowing and the clouds were flying, and the cloudy air was rolling in the sky like waves crashing on the shore, hitting the rickety body of the nameless middle-aged man, but his eyes became more and more tenacious.

In this life, he did not pass on to his ancestors, and he did not send his master to the end. If there is an afterlife, then make cattle and horses for the elders, and be filial to the knees.

Opposite the imperial mausoleum, there is a mass grave deliberately made by the Shura royal family, a hundred ghosts cry at night, and the wind is like a crane, which is really hell on earth.

At the top of the mass grave, a red-clothed man stood proudly, looking at the gray-robed man with golden light above the imperial tomb, only the arm of the white bones stretched out his fingers, and saw a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts attacking the mountain, densely covering the sky and the sun, sweeping in.

The red urn on the nameless middle-aged man's yellow talisman was bright as new at first, but under the impact of the resentment of the demons in all directions, it gradually dimmed. The middle-aged man held the talisman seal in his left hand, put the middle finger of his right hand into his lips and bit it, and the blood dripping from the scarlet fingertips fell on the yellow talisman, and then wrote it along the red urn, and the brilliance was even better than the original.

The middle-aged man has no distractions, praising the scriptures that he recites silently a hundred times a day, and he has been in obscurity for 30 years, and the sparks of thousands of stars have finally set the prairie on fire.

Seeing that the ghost in red couldn't attack a hundred ghosts for a long time, she let out a loud roar and personally flew from the mass grave to the nameless middle-aged man.

Even though the golden light is solid, under the crazy encroachment of the hundred ghosts, there is finally a trace of cracks.

The nameless middle-aged man bit the tip of his tongue, and after accumulating for a while, a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue spurted on the yellow talisman, only to see the golden light win again, and the hundred ghosts would die when they touched it.

The female ghost in red finally arrived at the imperial tomb, stopped, absorbed it on the spot, and collected all the grievances of the hundred ghosts into her body, and the human form was faintly visible on the white bones.

In less than a moment, she was originally a long-haired female ghost with a skeleton in red, transformed into a human, and reproduced the peerless elegance.

Li Xiao also turned into a woman's voice, but she was still full of resentment, I don't know if it was against the nameless middle-aged man, or at the imperial mausoleum behind him, or at the entire Great Zhou Empire, and howled sadly: "Take your life!"

Reaching out and grabbing it, the golden light actually cracked.

The nameless middle-aged man spurted out another mouthful of blood, and the golden light struggled for a moment before finally dissipating.

Seeing that the female ghost was about to touch the nameless middle-aged man with her hand, the latter smiled sadly: "Senior Brother Tao, I haven't met, and Senior Brother seems to have left a big trouble for you." ”

Just when he thought he was incompetent and was about to use his three souls and seven spirits as a guide to die with the female ghost in red, he heard a sigh, followed by an elegant but domineering voice, which came from behind him: "Entangled for twenty years, now that you are no longer a person in the world, and even the country is dead, are you still unwilling to give up?"

A ghost suddenly appeared between the female ghost in red and the nameless middle-aged man, dressed in a dragon-patterned yellow robe, and her majesty and domineering made a hundred ghosts stop, and the female ghost in red also stopped, but her voice was even more poignant: "Xu Chaoji! I want you to never be reborn!"