In the dense woods, stands a dilapidated and deserted temple, and the words on the plaque at the entrance of the temple have been eroded by the wind and rain, leaving only uneven wooden marks.

The temple is covered with cobwebs and mildew.

The front of the temple is overgrown with wild grass and insects and flies.

Apparently no one has been to this temple for a long time.

And today, a Taoist priest came.

It was a miracle that a Taoist priest came to the monk's temple, and what was even more strange was that after the Taoist priest entered the ruined temple, he ran around, seemingly anxiously looking for something.

After carefully checking the entire temple and making sure that there was no trace of people, the Taoist priest wailed, and lay on his back in the courtyard, looking sluggish, and chanting words in his mouth: "You won't carry it like this, will they all escape?"

This Taoist priest is Yun Danhong, and this deserted temple is the meeting place that the five of them have discussed in advance.

Thinking that he would have to face the terrifying blood boy alone tomorrow, Yun Danhong felt trembling involuntarily.

"His ancestor uncle, and said that he just asked me to go down the mountain to deliver a letter and deliver a pill, simple and easy, how can there be such a trick on his own apprentice? I was recruited by you?" Yun Danhong sat up and began to scold his master Wuji Zhenren in his heart.

At this moment, a sudden thunder flashed and exploded over the deserted temple, frightening Yun Danhong into a cold sweat.

He looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, as if the face of a real person Wuji had appeared in the clouds, smiling at him.

Yun Danhong rubbed his eyes, immediately changed his attitude, and kowtowed respectfully to the sky: "Master, I was wrong, you don't remember villains, don't give me general knowledge to the apprentices, and when I return to the mountain, I will definitely bring you a big pot of your favorite potpourri brew." ”

After a long time, Yun Danhong knelt on the ground and didn't even dare to raise his head, and slowly, he felt a ray of sunlight shining through the clouds and shining on himself, extremely warm.

He breathed a long sigh of relief and scolded softly: "It's really a tiger falling into the plain and being bullied by dogs, if your Taoist Master and I am still in Wudang Mountain, don't say that you are a blood son, even if your Laozi Blood Demon comes to Taoist Master, I am not afraid." ”

As soon as the words fell, a slight swishing sound was heard from outside the temple.

Yun Danhong was startled, thinking that the blood boy was nearby, and he was angry when he heard his words just now, so he wanted to come out and slaughter himself early.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took a leap and was about to climb out of the wall and continue to escape, but he saw a figure rushing in from the door, and when he looked at it, it was Lin Yu, the eldest disciple of Bibo Zhuang.

Seeing someone come to accompany him, Yun Danhong suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled all over his face: "Hello Senior Brother Lin, come, come and sit here, I have already cleaned it for you." ”

Lin Yu glanced at Yun Danhong, didn't speak, just walked to the other side, sat down alone, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Yun Danhong snorted boredly, and sat down again.

Unbeknownst to them, as time went by, the number of blood puppets around the deserted temple was gradually increasing.

At night, the cold wind was blowing, and Yun Danhong set up a bonfire and warmed up around the fire.

Suddenly, there was another commotion outside the temple gate, and it seemed that there was some kind of fighting.

Yun Danhong rushed out of the door, only to see Ying Yarou holding a sword in front of him, protecting Wanyu Mountain.

Around them were a group of blood puppets, each armed with a weapon, constantly attacking the two of them.

Looking at the moves of the blood puppets, they didn't seem to want to kill each other, but forced Ying Yarou and the two to walk in the direction of the deserted temple step by step.

Seeing this scene, Yun Danhong suddenly realized: "The three-day deadline is coming soon, this blood boy wants to surround us here and catch them all." ”

Thinking that his original plan was used by the other party, Yun Danhong suddenly felt that the blood boy was even more difficult to deal with than he imagined.

He didn't say a word, came to Ying Yarou's side, and took the two of them back to the temple.

Entering the ruined temple, Ying Yarou looked around and found that the four of them were there, but Jingfa was missing.

"I said, that kid just wants to run away by himself, you see, I said it, this villain. Ying Yarou's face was full of anger, and she slammed her sword into the ground and said angrily.

"We didn't make it out, boy, don't you think it is? Maybe we've already died at the hands of the Blood Puppet. It's up to us to worry about now. Yun Danhong sighed and said.

"Yun Dao Chief, what do you mean by this?" Wan Yushan's injuries had not recovered, and the fatigue of running around for days made him look even weaker than when everyone separated.

"Hey. After Yun Danhong adjusted his emotions, he said that he felt that he was caught in the urn of the blood prince.

But at this time, it was too late to escape, because in the woods outside the temple, dozens of pairs of blood-red eyes were floating, watching every move of the four people in the temple coldly.

"Since you can't escape, don't think too much, if you come, you will be safe. After speaking, Yun Danhong found a comfortable and clean place, lay down, and after a while, the sound of deep breathing sounded.

"In this case, can you still sleep?" Ying Yarou snorted in a low voice, and served Wan Yushan to lie down.

Wan Yushan glanced at Ying Yarou and said with a smile: "Rou'er, you also go to bed early, Yun Dao Chang is right, if you come, you will be safe, and if you sleep enough, you will have the energy to deal with the blood boy tomorrow." ”

Ying Yarou nodded, and after watching Wan Yushan fall asleep, she came to the gate of the temple by herself.

Passing by Lin Yu's side on the way, I saw that the other party deliberately turned around and didn't look at her, and I felt a sense of loss in my heart.

Senior Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?

Ying Yarou wanted to step forward and ask Lin Yu to accompany her to keep vigil, but the hand stretched out in mid-air couldn't fall.

Looking at Lin Yu's back, Ying Yarou sighed, gritted her teeth and withdrew her right hand, and walked out of the door by herself.

Everyone slept, but she definitely couldn't sleep, because there was her most beloved master and her favorite man in the temple.

Their safety is their own, even at the cost of their lives.

In front of the dark temple, a slender woman, holding a long sword, stood in the wind, facing dozens of pairs of lifeless blood-red eyes, with no fear on her face.

Tonight, no one wants to step through the door and disturb their rest.

Ying Yarou's face was tense, and a vigorous and heroic spirit arose spontaneously, flying into the sky, as if she was a little stunned by the blood puppet hidden in the forest.

Slowly, she saw the big blood-red eyes fade away, and finally disappeared.

Her brow furrowed, her face full of puzzlement.

She didn't think that the other party would retreat for no reason, if she left, it would mean that there were two possibilities, one was that the blood boy was here, and the other was that someone else who made them jealous came.

At this moment, suddenly there was a sound of shuttles in the jungle in the distance, and it seemed that there were many people coming, and the speed was very fast, but there were no torches.

Is it friend or foe?

Ying Ya couldn't help but clench her long sword tenderly, but a nervous cold sweat was already oozing from her forehead.