At this time, it was already late at night, and the city of Gangneung was already dark and blind, and the night was dark and windy, which was really suitable for summoning spirits.

It was dark on this day, and it was as if there were countless ghosts haunting this alley.

At the beginning of the lanterns, night fell, and the deep night seemed to have been splashed with a layer of ink, so gloomy that there was not even a trace of starlight.

Mo Liunian's ears heard the sound of chirping cicadas, which was especially clear in this quiet night, and the streets were getting darker and colder.

The bell of the curfew has already struck, and occasionally you can meet a pedestrian on the street, and you can see a glimmer of light in the window of your house.

Mo Liunian stared at the little half-immortal closely, watching him walk with that tangled pace, and the time went from the first night to the middle of the night.

The night was eerily quiet.

The night wind of late autumn swept the dark and dead silence like a razor.

The moon was like a half-dead man's face, and its cold light was faint, and it could not penetrate the dark night.

The countless small streets, forks and dead alleys around the Yucheng Feng Shui Museum are very messy, as if they have been scratched by cats.

For a while, Yucheng was full of vegetarian sky, and the streets were full of white, and every night there was an open fire curfew, and heavily armed soldiers of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion patrolled back and forth in every street and alley.

At this time, it was silent, and even the little night cry was not heard at all.

The night was cold, drizzling and damp. In the wee hours of the morning, Yucheng looked dark, and there were no more houses with lights on.

Mo Liunian felt as if there was an unprecedented terror enveloping the entire Yu City at this time.

It is said that on dark and windy nights, a ghost in a crimson dress wanders in the corridor without touching the ground.

This is not for nothing, whenever night falls, the sound of running water on weekdays becomes eerie.

If the egret bird suddenly flashes in this night, it will be like a monster, and it will be creepy and terrifying.

The sky above Mo Liunian's head became darker and darker.

Today is the beginning of the month again, dark clouds cover the moon, there is no moonlight at this time, the four are gloomy, there is a wind and grass, Mo Liunian is also frightened.

At this time, it was midnight, the night was as dark as ink, and at this time, from the alley in the corner of a certain Yucheng, there was a terrifying shout, and this cry was particularly terrifying in this dark and silent night.

The little half-fairy put the three triangular charms away from him, the charms wrapped the hair of the three people, Mo Liunian sent the soul bell again, the little half-fairy held the bell in his right hand, jingle the bell, and the bell went straight to the heart.

The little half-immortal holding the copper bell stepped step by step, and the copper bell in his hand made a sound, crisp and weird, disturbing people's hearts.

The strange thing is that Mo Liunian saw that the little half-immortal did not ring the bell, and the bell seemed to be blown by the wind, and then it sounded softly by himself.

The little half-immortal whispered: "The ancestral card order, King Kong is lined up on both sides, thousands of miles of soul arrest, quickly return to nature." ”

Mo Liunian saw the lotus flowers blooming around the little half-immortal, the fairy light was shining, and the chanting of the little half-immortal reappeared, as if ten thousand Taoist priests were chanting in unison.

In the small feng shui hall of Yucheng, there are floating talismans with golden light, and the runes are full of inscriptions, and the little half-immortal is chanting the incantation in the center of the incantation.

The abundant water spirit aura gathered around her, like a golden light smoke lingering and flowing, making the little half-immortal look extremely unreal.

At this moment, the little half-immortal held the dust in his hand and waved it to the sky!

In the firmament, as if it was blooming light, a strange groan suddenly reverberated sounded, singing low like a ghost crying wolf, like a demon laughing hideously.

At this moment, Mo Liunian's sense of shock to the little half-immortal drowned out all the previous moments.

After chanting again, the wind began to rise in the courtyard, and the little half-fairy chanted twice in a row, and the first small wind had turned into a small whirlpool.

The courtyard was empty, and the little half-fairy pinched the trick with one hand, closed his eyes, and recited a mantra in a low voice that no one could understand.

In the middle of the sky, a bird swept away silently, the little half-immortal suddenly opened his eyes, and the ordinary immortal looked down from the fragrant mist.

It is no longer soothing and tactful, the sound is loud, like a rapid snow dancing back to the wind, the ghostly light is flourishing, the killing atmosphere is endless, and the sound hides infinite killing power.

In the abnormal celestial phenomena, the little half-immortal stood in the courtyard and stood intently, only to see that the sky was covered with a faint water mist, like ink, and it was pitch black.

Like countless ghosts surfaced, blinking in unison, accompanied by rustling music.

If the wind rises suddenly, the black clouds roll, the branches shake, and the flowers and plants tilt, at this moment, the little half-fairy is not shocked in the depths!

The little half-immortal stood motionless in the courtyard, not chasing the wind or waves, only with anger on his face, wrinkled layers of ripples, which were even more unfathomable.

The night was silent, as if entering another quiet world, and at first Mo Liunian could still see the moonlight penetrating through the thin clouds.

However, gradually Mo Liunian could only see the interweaving of bright lights around him, the colors changed, the further he went, the darker he became, as heavy and oppressive as a nightmare, but there was a white light coming, and this golden light came from the body of the little half-immortal.

And the ghostly light fell from the sky like thousands of ink snakes, but once it touched the golden light of the little half-immortal, it was like water drops falling into the sea, and all disappeared without a trace.

The darkness that shrouded the night finally faded little by little, and the milky white clouds began to crack, revealing a starry sky that was not bright but unpredictable.

At this time, the figure of the little half-immortal gradually imprinted in Mo Liunian's heart, which reflected the sky, as if there was a colorful auspicious cloud flying by at this time.

When Mo Liunian was still indulging in the figure of the little half-immortal, he saw that when the little half-immortal spit out a breath of immortal qi at this time and shook the soul bell violently, the whirlpool in the sky dispersed, and to the surprise of the little half-immortal, it was only a wisp of remnant soul.

Mo Liunian looked at the blue sky and clouds, looking at the little half-immortal, he was so quietly independent of the courtyard, as if embedded in the painting, the light behind him penetrated, and the whole person seemed to have a faint soft halo.

After seeing the remnant soul, the little half-immortal frowned a little, how could this soul be so badly broken? It is estimated that he will be scattered if he can't hold a few breaths!

The remnant soul fluttered and could not stabilize at all, and it seemed to disperse as soon as the wind blew.

At this time, Xiao Banxian thought about it, and stabbed his middle finger with a cow hair gold needle, and a drop of blood bounced over, and the wisp of remnant soul was suddenly fixed in mid-air.

"Who killed you?" asked the little half-immortal as soon as possible.

The remnant said, "It's a woman." ”

The little half-immortal almost rolled his eyes at him, "I know, who is it?

The remnant shook his head: "I didn't see clearly....... Yes, but she has a tail. ”

Xiao Banxian frowned, but this was something he didn't expect, if it was a fox spirit or something, he should smell the commotion as soon as he entered the mansion, no wonder........ Could it be that the strange smell is hiding the demonic spirit?

Mo Liunian said: "Think about it carefully, is it the Eighth Lady?"

The little half-immortal glanced at Mo Liunian, and the remnant soul still shook his head: "I really don't know." ”

After the remnant soul finished speaking, his body began to twist, he was already a wisp of remnant soul, how could he keep a drop of blood from the little half-immortal.

That drop of blood could only stabilize his soul for a short time, but it would soon be completely dispersed by the backlash.

Because this is a wisp of a remnant soul that can no longer be broken, even if it is not this drop of blood, it will dissipate quickly, so the little half-immortal will not be burdened with cause and effect.

The remnant soul disappeared, and the little half-immortal was very depressed, basically didn't ask anything, and lost a drop of his essence blood in vain.

He asked Mo Liunian: "Why do you think it's the Eighth Lady?"

Mo Liunian said: "Intuition. ”

Little Banxian touched his chin, "But I've finally figured out one thing now. ”

"What?" Mo Liunian asked.

Xiao Banxian said: "I finally know what the strange smell that permeates the Wang family's mansion is?"