A stream of self-evident information poured into Xia Ren's mind.

In the middle of the night in the light snow, a man who was too strong to look like a human appeared in the mountain temple, he threw the black sack he was carrying directly into the temple, and then turned to leave.

When it was empty, the little girl in white got into the sack, only to find that among them was a girl with some similar atmosphere, and the girl made it impossible for her to do it.

Her face, which resembles a corner doll in a century-old house, is cute and weird.

Soon won the favor of the little girl.

So she quietly sent the big-headed girl into the earth and put it with her own bones in the coffin.

Although the statue of the god was suppressed above the coffin.

But over the years, in the impact of her accumulation, the bronze color of the idol has long been worn out, and the face of the idol has slowly changed from an angry-eyed golden beginning to her appearance.

The entire ruined temple became her ghost domain.

But she was still incomplete, and the cinnabar charm on the corner of her white robe was always consuming her resentment, trying to overtake her.

That handsome man in a Taoist uniform, the man who called himself his brother, actually changed into such a dress when he buried himself!

Hate!

Because of the existence of cinnabar white clothes and god statues, she can't become a complete yin ghost at all.

And can only spend time in this dilapidated mountain temple, day after day.

Until one day, the elder brother walked into this mountain temple with a beautiful woman, and they were a good match, and the two walked in with a smile.

The woman said, "You still can't bear your ghost sister?"

The handsome man in the Taoist suit smiled and said, "I'm just a blind person, if I don't get her new appointment, how can I seal her so easily?

"This evil ghost is very fierce, and it needs a few more charms to overtake her. ”

With that, he took out a few pieces of yellow rune paper from his bosom, and according to some strange law, circled around the idol, pasting one charm after another, along the toes of the idol's knees to the back.

The handsome man in Taoist clothes lowered his head and silently recited a series of obscure words, and suddenly the surging Taoist righteousness was permeated, the dilapidated temple was full of golden light, and the statue of the god also added a little more majesty.

The golden light seeped into the coffin beneath the idol like a scorching flame.

The little girl suffers like a living person being thrown into a fire and burned but unable to die.

But she hates, she is unwilling!

This incineration lasted for more than a hundred years, but she was not purified.

Despite the great loss of vitality, it finally exists.

Xia Ren no longer looked at the memories that were obviously the little girl from before, and since he had already learned where the thirteenth aunt was, he was not polite at all.

directly smashed the statue of Bai Sensen's woman god with a punch.

But instead of turning into metal shards and falling to the ground, the idol turned into several gray and white butterflies, which melted directly into his skin, and then gathered next to the small white hand dancing in the whirlpool, adding a touch of strangeness to the little hand.

His hands dug into the dirt about four or five meters deep, and the damp black soil revealed a large red coffin.

Opening the coffin, Aunt Thirteen's familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Well, alive. Xia Ren felt her faint gossamer breathing, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this big red coffin is buried deep in the soil, it stands to reason that if a living person is buried in it, he will quickly suffocate to death, but he can be favored by an evil ghost who died with a grudge, and this thirteen aunt is not a mortal.

The young man quickly leaned down, hugged the delicate Thirteenth Aunt horizontally, and then carefully placed it on a rag in the temple.

Picked up some dry wood and put it in piles.

Soon, the warm and fiery bonfire was lit again, only this time there was no strong man with a sword by the bonfire.

Aunt Thirteen's cheeks gradually turned red, and she coughed lightly, but she still couldn't wake up.

She waited like this until the early morning of the next day, when she seemed to break free from a nightmare, opened her eyes blankly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Childe... Where's this?"

Xia Ren didn't answer, and after a little concern to confirm that she was fine, he said directly: "Have you ever heard..."

He pondered the wording, and then wondered, "What kind of exercises exist in this Jianghu that can manipulate many people at the same time?" or... Monsters?"

"Manipulating many people at once?" said Woo with a pensive look.

"There are quite a few exercises to manipulate people, and there are many such exercises in the nine major cults, but they manipulate many people at the same time... Childe, can you tell me more about it? ”

Xia Ren nodded, and then took the leader of the Winter Society that he met on Shixin Island, the young general who ambushed him on the slope of the official road before

, Xia Ying, who met in the village inn, and the avalanche and messenger that I met later, all talked about it in detail.

Her eyes flashed, as if she was thinking or remembering, and she rubbed her hands gently along the outer edge of the campfire to keep warm.

The dilapidated temple was quiet, without the protection of ghosts, and the cracks in the temple door were somewhat open, and the wind and snow seeped in, and let out a low whimper, like a baby crying.

The door kept ringing, as if it was about to be broken by the wind at any moment.

Xia Ren picked up two stones the size of a human head and placed them next to the door, which was slightly relieved.

"Drunken Dream Death Palace...", the tone of the voice was hesitant and uncertain.

"What palace?"

He shook his head and said, "I've never seen anyone from this force appear for so many years, maybe I'm thinking too much." ”

"Let's talk about it. Xia Ren said lightly, he had a faint feeling, as if the problem was here.

"Very few people know this secret, it seems that all the older generation wants to bury it completely, so that people can completely forget it, and it is taboo to even say this name!"

"It seems that as long as someone remembers this force and remembers the people in this force, then even if they die, they will crawl back to the world from your dreams. ”

"I just used to listen to what he said before the wedding in Qinglian Villa, who regarded me as his favorite and regarded me as his biggest demon. He is willing to talk to me about anything, does not hide anything, and does not shy away from it. ”

Xia Ren interrupted her to continue her recollection, and instead asked, "What kind of force is this Drunken Dream Death Palace?"

He groaned, "I'll take your time with you." ”

"Hmm!" Xia Ren nodded, sitting cross-legged across from the big-headed girl, looking like he was listening.

He sorted out his thoughts and said: "The forces above the rivers and lakes are bounded by seven, seven, it seems to be seven places of execution, known as the seven prohibitions in the world, as for the seven prohibitions, ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can't know at all, even the heads of some small sects don't know, because they can't touch these seven prohibitions at all." ”