All the way down the Hengyuezong's Lingshan Mountain, Ye Chen took out a black robe and put it on his body, and then took out a cloak and put it on. Then he summoned the real fire and let it transform into a cloud of real fire, and then walked toward the eight hundred Zhao Guofei flew away.
Six hours later, he fell from the sky.
"This should be Shanhe Village." Spreading out the map, Ye Chen glanced at the small village in front of him.
This small village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the surrounding scenery is beautiful. However, at this time, the small village is eerily quiet and devastated. There is still a strong smell of blood floating in the air, and even the wind seems to be wailing.
Walking gently into the small village, Ye Chen found that the ground under his feet was red, and the blood had not dried up in some places.
"It's extremely hateful." Ye Chen said in a cold voice, his face as cold as frost.
It's not surprising that he was like this, because all he saw along the way were collapsed houses and bamboo trees splattered with blood. He could imagine the bloody scene when this small village was massacred.
Although he is a monk, he should ask with all his heart, but he knows that the so-called monks are also transformed from people. People will have ordinary hearts, and people also have good and evil. The tragic death of innocent people, as a monk, he, It’s also intolerable,
"They are all innocent people, who can be so cruel." As he spoke, Ye Chen kept searching in the houses, hoping to find clues.
However, after this round, he didn't notice anything at all. The person who took action was very cautious and didn't leave any clues.
Reluctantly, he had no choice but to leave.
Next, he followed the intelligence instructions and went to a dozen other small villages that had been massacred, but still found nothing.
At this moment, night has fallen.
Ye Chen appeared in a small village that had been massacred recently. It was really miserable. As a monk, his soul had advanced to the mysterious realm, and it was easy to find strong resentment in the village.
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While walking, Ye Chen frowned slightly and said, "Soul fluctuations."
Immediately, he followed the weak soul wave and did not stop until he was under a withered peach tree.
In the distance, he saw an illusory figure floating there. The body was transparent. It was vaguely visible that it was a girl of twelve or thirteen years old, wandering under the peach blossom tree in confusion and hesitation.
"Soul." Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and saw the category the girl belonged to.
The so-called soul is an incomplete soul, but it has certain characteristics of the soul. Monks have souls, and mortals have souls.
After the death of a mortal, the soul will also dissipate. However, any soul that can still exist in the world must have strong mental power. This mental power can be obsession or resentment, which means that they are still attached to the world, so they will not be there for a long time. will dissipate.
With this thought in his mind, Ye Chen walked over, perhaps carrying the wind as he walked, causing the ghost girl's illusory body to float and sway a little.
"Little sister, you were from this village when you were alive." Looking at the girl's soul, Ye Chen asked tentatively.
Hearing Ye Chen speak to her, the girl looked at Ye Chen in confusion, nodded, and shook her head in confusion.
Ye Chen was not surprised by the girl's answer.
Even though souls with powerful telepathy can survive in the world for a period of time, their memories of their lifetimes will mostly exist in a hazy state. All they can remember are the things they were obsessed with during their lifetime, and the things they were obsessed with are also what they are obsessed with. The source of powerful mental power.
"What's your name?" Ye Chen tried to be as gentle as possible, hoping to find some clues from the girl's mouth.
"A...A Li." The girl glanced at Ye Chen tremblingly, as if she sensed some dangerous aura from Ye Chen, causing her illusory body to curl up together, like a frightened child.
"But do you still remember what the people who massacred you look like?" Ye Chen asked again.
"Blood... bloody clothes."
"Blood-colored clothes." Ye Chen frowned slightly. According to Ali, the evil forces who massacred this village were all wearing blood-colored clothes. Although the amount of intelligence information was very small, it was still a little gain.
"How many are there?" Ye Chen asked again, hoping to get more information.
However, Ali looked confused, and then he could only shake his head.
Next, Ye Chen asked a lot of questions, but Li, who had a vague memory of his life, mostly just shook his head. Apart from the bloody clothes, he didn't get any more information.
"Little sister, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?" In the end, Ye Chen gave up asking about the evil force, and instead asked about what Ali was obsessed with. Although he was not related to Ali, he was I don't want to see this weak girl living alone in this desolate place.
"I'm waiting for my brother." This time, the girl made it clear.
Under the moonlight, Ali crossed his little hands on his chest and smiled brightly. "That year when my brother left, he said that a man should protect his family and his country. He also said that he must be a general and return home in glory. He He planted this peach blossom tree and asked me to wait here for his return."
"It's just that I've been waiting for ten years and I still haven't seen my brother come back." At this point, Ali lowered his head slightly.
Looking at the lonely Ali, Ye Chen was just silent. Even if a girl dies, she is unwilling to leave her hometown. The only thing she insists on is waiting for her only relative to return.
It’s just! Sometimes some things are so cruel.
Perhaps, Ali's brother had already died on the battlefield and turned into a pile of withered bones. It was a pity that she was still waiting. Even if he turned into a soul, he would still have to wait.
Sometimes, as a monk, he has to admire the persistence of mortals. The peach blossom trees wither and bloom every year. For a monk, ten years may be just a blink of an eye, but for Ali, it is three years. I miss you more than a thousand days and nights.
"Brother, Ali misses you." When Ye Chen sighed secretly, Ali's wandering soul curled up against the peach blossom tree again, holding his knees with his hands, so weak that he aroused pity.
"Come with me! I will take you to find your brother." Ye Chen finally spoke. Although he was not the savior, he did not want this weak girl to be so miserable and become a lonely ghost.
"I can't leave. What if my brother can't find me when he comes back?" Ali shook his head gently and sat under the peach blossom tree with his knees crossed.
Why!
Ye Chen sighed helplessly, but did not force it. He just turned around silently. After taking a few steps, he turned back, looked at the cherished little girl under the peach blossom tree, and asked, "Little sister, your brother What is your name."
"Yang Fan."
"Yang Fan." Ye Chen murmured, looking at Ali one last time, then he turned around and disappeared into the night. (http://) "Xianwu Emperor Zun" only represents the author's views of the Six Realms and Three Ways. If its content is found to be in violation of national laws, please delete it. http://'s position is only committed to providing healthy Green reading platform.
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