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The afterglow of the setting sun died out in the remnants of the last days, and only the remembrance of the deceased was left by the way of heaven. The night was unruly, but he gradually lowered his head high, as if he had become more respectful and humble in the endless unknown.

The tree-lined ancient paths, the trees towering to the sky, the night wind blowing into the ancestral hall like a ghost, the broken window paper trembling and frightened.

Lian'er huddled in the corner with her knees huddled, her smart eyes looking around her vigilantly, but she saw the towering corpses standing all over the room, and the cold wind blew the yellow paper on her forehead, revealing her lifeless and turbid eyes, which were so sad that it was terrifying.

Lian'er was completely sleepy, hummed a nursery rhyme, and sang softly: "Moonlight, cross the pond, ride a bamboo horse, cross the Hongtang ......" The song is full of rhyme, with a trembling rhythm, wandering in the meantime.

Qin Yue raised the bonfire, the fire snake leaped, and the sound of beeping seemed to be within the rhythm. His thin face was withered, his cheeks were covered with shadows, and his phoenix eyes peeked at the Taoist boy on the side, and the color of vigilance was overflowing.

The corpse is white-faced and dan-lipped, childish, and he closes his eyes and shakes his head in a minor key. The Dementor Bell hung down from her waist, glowing with a treacherous look.

The night, surprisingly quiet, as if on the eve of a storm, was pregnant with a shocking death.

The fire subsided slightly, Qin Yue picked it with his blade, and the sparks splashed everywhere, faintly, reflecting a white face.

Qin Yue was shocked, and saw that the corpses behind the door began to move, and in a blink of an eye, they were blocked in front of the door.

He parted the short blade, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked around the room, looking for the whereabouts of the Dao Tong, but there was no trace.

The Dementor bell rang immediately, and the bell was deafening, breaking through the barrier of death in an instant, like an elegy.

The corpses seemed to be woken up, the yellow paper on their foreheads fell off, their eyes were hideous, and the roar of a beast came out of their throats, like a salivating wolf, staring at the prey in their mouths.

The Taoist boy didn't know when he was already standing outside the door, and countless underworld threads were born from his palms, leading directly to the points of each corpse. The underworld line followed clearly in the moonlight, shining with a dazzling brilliance.

Qin Yue felt a cold sweat on his back and his hands trembled inexplicably, and his whole body couldn't help but interpret what fear was, and said, "Puppet...... Who are you, and what does it have to do with Yin-Yang Liao?"

According to the "Book of Yin and Yang of the Tang Dynasty", the puppet technique is one of the seventy-two yin and yang techniques of the onmyoji, which is to manipulate inanimate objects with both hands and the underworld. Dao Tong is a puppet of people, there are more than a dozen people, with both hands and countless dark silks, which is the highest realm of puppetry.

His eyes were blood-red, and he wanted to drip blood, and Dao Tong's face swept away his childish state, and he looked extremely hideous. The fangs at the corners of the mouth are in vain, like blood-sucking green wings, and there are no fairy bones, and he said: "It's a little knowledgeable, let you die and understand, the small path is the nine gods of Yin and Yang, and the ghost road is too yin." ”

The wind in the ancestral hall was gusting, and Lian'er's eyes were dull, as if she was stupid with fright, she didn't cry or shout, and she was stunned on the spot.

Qin Yue already saw cold sweat on his forehead, and said slowly: "Luoxiazhuang has nothing to do with Yin Yang Liao, let alone grievances, why is the ghost road like this?"

The red lips turned into a strange arc, and Taiyin grinned: "Of course, there is no resentment, but it is also no grace, Yin and Yang Liao do things, why do you need a reason." Xiaodao doesn't want to hurt your life, as long as you leave Lian'er behind, everything is negotiable. ”

Qin Yue was not a person who was afraid of death, but for some reason, he seemed to hesitate. He glanced at Lian'er and saw her sitting in the dark, her face pale, and a pair of watery eyes were also watching him.

Lian'er frowned, looked at Qin Yue, and begged: "Little monkey, don't believe his nonsense, you must save me, Lian'er is so scared." After that, there were tears in his eyes.

Qin Yue gritted his teeth and said, "Lian'er is just a little maid in Luoxiazhuang, what's the use of the ghost Dao asking her?"

"Gossip, do you want to make it or not?" Taiyin lost his patience, and his eyes were so red that he was oozing.

Ku Qi clenched the hilt of the knife with both hands, and shouted, "Foolish people talk about dreams!" Qin Yue was like an arrow off his bow, and the iron blade was galloping like lightning in his hand.

The blade passed through the skin and bones, the clothes and flesh flew sideways at the wave of the hand, and the bloody corpse was like a ghost.

Qin Yue said in his heart: "The opponents are all dead people, there is no pain and no feeling, unless the limbs are cut off, there will be no end." After thinking about it, dozens of knives had been cut out in an instant, and the stumps flew over.

Taiyin laughed for a while, and the underworld line increased dramatically, piercing the stump and returning to its whole body in front of him.

Qin Yue was so angry that he didn't care about the battle situation at all. The corpse screamed and went wild with bloodshot eyes open, as if it had suffered great pain.

Qin Yue saw that there were corpses all around him, his high-sticky hat had already fallen all over the ground, and his messy hair was mixed with blood and dirt, and he was extremely crazy.

The silk swayed lightly, and the corpses formed a circle, instantly gathering Qin Yue from all directions, opening their bloody mouths one by one, and constantly biting Qin Yue's whole body.

The yellow teeth pierced the flesh through the cloth, and the more you struggled, the deeper the wound tore.

Qin Yue was bitten all over his body by more than a dozen mouths, he turned around sharply and threw the corpse out, his clothes were torn apart, and he was full of blurred flesh and blood. At this time, the mouth of greed was about to attack Qin Yue's throat, and the short blade slashed, and the head flew out, and a string of dirty blood splattered like an infusion.

The corpse had no head, but it did not fall, and another corpse suddenly passed through its crotch, straight as boneless, its hideous face was bloody and angry, and its nose almost touched Qin Yue's forehead.

Qin Yue stepped back, only to see maggots all over the mouth of the bloody corpse, wriggling outward, white flowers. Suddenly, a long bloody tongue shot out of his mouth, a foot long, with poisonous needles embedded in the tongue.

Qin Yue cut off the long tongue of the corpse with a backhand, and a piece of green viscous liquid sprayed out from the broken place, splashing it into the air, unfortunately, it fell on Qin Yue's left palm.

In an instant, the blood tendons were abrupt, and the black green spread to the crook of the arm, and the speed was as fast as an upside-down river.

Qin Yue waved his hand and cut off his left arm, as decisive, his five fingers still grasped the handle of the knife, and he flew out tremblingly in an instant, bursting out of a red mist.

Qin Yue roared, almost fainting in pain. The broken arm is like a fire, like freezing.

Taiyin was calm, his face was ruthless, and he said: "You actually gave your life for a servant girl, is it worth it?"

The phoenix's eyes wandered slightly, Qin Yue looked at Lian'er, and said in his heart: "Taiyin's methods are ferocious, I will never be able to match, even if I die here today, Lian'er will never be able to protect it." It's better to stay in the green mountains, the man is still ambitious, how can he be short-sighted?" and said: "If you spare my surname, you will take Lian'er away, whether it is life or death, it has nothing to do with me." ”

When Lian'er heard this, her crying stopped abruptly, and she said angrily: "Little monkey, do you have a conscience, how did the young lady explain to you before leaving?"

Qin Yue's expression was in a trance, and he looked back and scolded: "Enough, the master has tried his best to protect you slut, your life is expensive, isn't the master's life worthy?" He raised his broken arm, only to see the blood spraying thin, a blur of flesh and blood, and said fiercely: "I'm dead, don't want to live, if you die, I can live." ”