Ayu didn't seem to have thought that Yan Wei and others would appear here, she looked at? Yan Wei and others, Yan Wei and the others also looked at
The dense scent of flowers around seems to be substantiated? Everyone, the house is burning with incense, and the smoke and dust are intertwined with the veil. In the middle of the night, there were only a few candles dancing in this room, which made everyone's figures entangled together in a strange and eerie way.
This silence lasted only for a while.
Ayu's ordinary face was suddenly covered with haze. She clearly reflected the shadow of a person under the lamp, but she maintained the steady breathing that a living person should have, but her body It seems to be soaked in ghostly thoughts. Just at that moment, with a wave of her hand, the long red ribbon rushed towards her like a sharp knife soaked in blood.
The slender soft whip split the air, and with a rustling sound, it collided with the red ribbon.
Yan Mingguang stood in front of Yan Wei, his expression didn't move, his pure black eyes were calm, as if he didn't pay attention to the "female ghost" in red in front of him at all.
Lin Zhen also turned over and jumped onto the beam at the back, pulling the longbow string in his hand, and shot several arrows one after another whose trajectory could not be seen clearly.
Holding the silk ribbon with one hand, Ayu turned around and dodged those arrows. There was a deep ghostly aura all over her body, really like a half-dead ghost. She didn't want to fight at all, Yan Mingguang pulled the red ribbon forward together with the soft whip, she let go of it, and took a light step back.
Yan Wei reacted quickly and took out the moon wheel. The moon wheel emitted a faint white light, covering the dim candlelight in the room, instantly cutting out a closed space in the room.
Zhong Bufan was sure at this moment—he? Didn't admit the wrong person! !
The same legendary item, the same method of use, the same style and skills, how could he not recognize that person after researching the copy of that person no less than a hundred times
At this moment, Ayu slammed into the barrier, turned his head, and gave Yan Wei a sinister look.
She was not as gentle as she was when dealing with Yan Wei during the day, her eyes seemed to be filled with endless black energy, resentful like poisonous snakes. With a flash of her ghostly figure, she raised her hand and grabbed Yan Wei.
Was it okay just now? The unsteady Yan Mingguang's complexion suddenly sank, and he pulled it in the blink of an eye. Yan Wei took a step back, and the other hand actually grabbed Ayu's arm with his bare hands, and slammed it on the ground!
"You go first," the man said while hand-to-hand with Ayu, "the space here is small, I'm afraid I'll hurt you when I use it."
Yan Wei frowned.
Once the teleportation formation at the mortuary was reversed, they were supposed to be teleported to the side of Jiang Jingyun's ghost body that plagued Guanyin Town, but the half-human ghost in front of them was obviously Ayu. They have all seen the portrait of Jiang Jingyun. It was a woman who had an alluring appearance and was quite heroic.
If all the grievances beside Jiang Jingyun's coffin, these dead bodies after another, and the seawater that has been getting darker and darker over the past few years are all written by Ayu, then what about Jiang Jingyun...
Could it be that Jiang Jingyun didn't turn into a ghost at all, all the rumors were just a cover, and the real troublemaker was actually this person in front of him who was more like a ghost than a ghost
There must be something hidden in this, but there are obviously more important things now.
Yan Mingguang has already continued to shoot, Yan Wei stopped Lin Zhen who was about to continue to draw the bow: "Leave this to Yan Mingguang, let's go, Lin Qing can't delay!"
Lin Zhen paused.
Zhong Bufan suddenly said: "I'll stay. Anyway, with you—you're here, it's unnecessary for me to go back. I don't know the reason for Ayu's matter. It would be more useful for me to stay and help Yan Mingguang."
He? At any rate, he is considered a smart person. Now that he has fully accepted Yan Wei's identity, he completely puts himself in the dog's seat.
What? Do you have to compete with V
What? Young people don't understand how powerful V is
That's all bullshit.
Zhong Bufan didn't think there was anything wrong with his change of attitude at all? Question: "That guy doesn't talk much? I'm here, right? I just happened to be in touch with you, is it still useful?"
Yan Wei: "..."
He said: "It's okay, without me to maintain it, the barrier I cut out with the moon can only last for a few minutes, but this is enough for Yan Mingguang. He? It's just because we are here, you first and I'll leave this room and let him use it, just wait until he catches Ayu."
Zhong Bufan naturally agreed.
Yan Wei immediately held up the moon wheel, led Zhong Bufan and Lin Zhen to knock open the door of this room, and saw a rather familiar corridor.
—It really is Wanhualou.
It turned out that they felt the sinister aura of the "female ghost" in Wanhualou that day, and it was Ayu's handwriting.
"See you again at the Guanyin Temple. Lin Zhen, let's go."
After Yan Wei finished speaking, he went into the other room with Lin Zhen and Geng Liang, jumped out of the window and left.
Zhong Bufan glanced at the air-leakage window with nostalgia, and at the same time regretted that he had been facing? What did Yan Wei say? Nonsense, and at the same time felt that he did not perform well enough just now? I don’t know if it will save a little impression Minute?.
Zhong Bufan turned his attention back when he heard a violent collision sound from inside the room.
He? He was still thinking about how to help, but unexpectedly, the cracking sound was earth-shattering, and the sound wave made Zhong Bufan take a step back. The surrounding people and the people in Wanhualou immediately rioted.
The corridor of Wanhua Building is still very quiet at this moment, and the girls in the surrounding rooms have not had time to react.
Zhong Bufan took a look into the room, only to find that in the small world cut out by the moon, it would be no exaggeration to say that everything in the room was shattered into powder. Broken porcelain and broken pieces of wood mixed together, mixed with the intoxicating aroma in the air.
Ayu crouched in the mess, her lips were full of blood. She seemed to have been severely injured by the shock, and her bright red dress became very dark. There was a long wound on her right cheek from the broken porcelain just now, from the corner of her mouth to the ear pinna, dripping with blood.
Yan Mingguang just stood where he was just now, as if he didn't move.
It was only then that Zhong Bufan understood, what did Yan Wei mean when he said before that they couldn't perform in Yan Mingguang
With the strength just now, he? If he was in the house, he might be worse than this woman who is neither human nor ghost. The space that Yan Wei cut out with the moon wheel was not at all to prevent Ayu from escaping, but to prevent Yan Mingguang from damaging other rooms or accidentally injuring other people in such a small space.
This simply overturned Zhong Bufan's understanding of the upper limit of body index.
But he? After thinking about it, what's around V? It's not surprising.
Someone pushed the door on the promenade to come out to have a look. The bustling people around Wanhualou were full of human voices. Zhong Bufan stopped procrastinating and walked back to the room quickly and closed the door. He even used a sound-isolating prop to ensure that the outside Absolutely can't hear what's being said inside?.
Under the obstruction of the moon, everything outside the house is normal. He? Once the door is closed, it is impossible to tell from the outside what kind of fight just happened inside. Those who came to investigate the sound had no idea that something had happened inside the house, so they just passed by outside the house.
Yan Mingguang exchanged a charm that locks evil spirits from the mall and stuck it on Ayu's body. Ayu lay on the ground covered in blood and struggled a few times in the mess, but couldn't stand up.
"Should we take her back to Yanwei now?" Zhong Bufan subconsciously focused on the murderous god in front of him, "She is not a ghost, she is a living person. We have to cover up her eyes and ears on the way."
Yan Mingguang looked down at Ayu.
She was wounded all over, and was suppressed by the evil spell? She completely lost the treacherous and arrogant arrogance just now, and her ghostly black eyes were full of emptiness. She struggled a lot, and then slowly raised her hand, her fingertips tremblingly touched the wound on her cheek.
Ayu's fingertips were already full of blood scraped from those debris, but when they touched the blood on her cheek, they suddenly stopped for some reason, and suddenly let out a sharp roar.
Like a bleak ghost crying in the middle of the night in the distant mountains.
Yan Mingguang shook his head: "Don't take her, she's not Jiang Jingyun, it's meaningless."
Zhong Bufan naturally knew the truth. He squatted down slowly, glanced at Ayu who appeared here for some reason, and said sharply, "Why are you here?"
The last time they saw Ayu, the other party was just an ordinary-looking servant in Wanhualou, who helped them cooperate with the steward of Wanhualou, allowing them to enter Shen's house smoothly.
But they came out of the Shen mansion through formations, and their destination should be the place where Jiang Jingyun's ghost body is. But it's all here, so there must be nothing here? Jiang Jingyun's ghost body. Although Ayu has an evil aura all over her body, the blood on her body, the long shadow under the lamp, and the breathing of this living person all show that she is not those dead dirty things.
She is a real person.
A vicious, living human being.
The information disclosed in it, if you think about it in depth, can overthrow everything they have guessed before in an instant. Use the clean bottle of water to dispel evil spirits, suppress the ghost body with the coffin talisman, and sit in all directions to completely seal Jiang Jingyun's coffin with the coffin-suppressing talisman, so as to solve the haze in Guanyin town for four or five years. That's why Jiang Jingyun's ghost body and Avalokitesvara's clean bottle of water became props for them to compete with each other.
The Guanyin Jing bottle of water was obtained, but a real person in a red dress appeared in front of them.
For a moment, Zhong Bufan didn't dare to think about it.
He saw that Ayu was still in a daze, her fingertips were still floating beside the wound, but the expression on her face became more and more like a smile, not a smile, and compared with the lower half of her face full of blood, it seemed so natural? A ghost.
His face darkened: "If you don't want to say it, I have my own way—"
"Nothing? I don't want to talk about it," Ayu suddenly said, and she laughed, "You want to find Jiang Jingyun's ghost? Ha, Jiang Jingyun has already rotted away in that coffin. How can she have that ability?"
Yan Mingguang's eyes froze, and Zhong Bufan's expression changed suddenly.
Wanhualou is not far away.
Zhuo Xidong hid in the dark, listening to the sound just now, almost ground his teeth.
Lin Qiao saw him? He was hiding and escaping all the way, quite resentful: "Old Zhuo, we see how experienced you are and how powerful you are, so we follow you? Why don't you let us run away when you see them. Now The sound of Wanhualou is obviously something wrong, and we have to pay a lot of money to feel that the source of evil energy is in Wanhualou, and now you don’t want to let go?"
Zhuo Xi cast a suspicious look at her.
"What do you know? When you meet him, head-to-head confrontation will not end well! They have obviously succeeded in the movement of Wanhualou. We can't snatch him. There are tens of thousands of people in the whole world inside the building." If there is only one player, no one can grab what he wants!"
Old Xu, who used space props before, frowned: "The few people just now, except for Geng Liang and Zhong Bufan, are all unfamiliar faces. Could there be something? Old players we don't know? Not to mention whether there are any, now it seems that Jiang Jingyun's ghost And Guanyin Jing bottle of water are in their hands, they just need to go back to the Shen mansion, all of us have made this trip in vain!"
Everyone was silent for a moment.
In the current situation, it is obvious that there is only a hard grab, but Zhuo Xidong? I don’t know what he got? Xie, he seems to be afraid of something? Ordinarily, Zhuo Xidong suppressed the big news of Wanhualou just now. ?All do not allow action.
After a long while, Zhuo Xidong gritted his teeth and said, "Since they? That person... he has no flaws, but has one fatality."
"Let's go back to Shen's mansion and unseal the seal of Jiang Jingyun's mortuary directly, and let this monstrous resentment go wild!"
V what? Don't be afraid, you don't even care about your life. He seems rational and calm, but in his heart he is more ruthless and crazy than anyone else. A person who dares to challenge the building seems to be invincible.
There is only one thing - the heart is too kind.
On the other side, Yan Wei and Lin Zhen Geng Liang left the Wanhua Building together and headed straight for the Guanyin Temple.
When they arrived, Song Chengan was raising his hand to support the precarious Yufei boat. Lin Qing was sitting on the steps, leaning against the door, her whole body was covered in blood. The blood that flowed down earlier melted together with the ice and snow, freezing into bright red cold lumps.
Yu Feizhou's lips turned pale: "I'll try again."
Song Chengan couldn't help it anymore: "You can't try again! He? This injury is caused by resentment rushing to the five internal organs, and the original vitality is rotten. You transfer these flesh injuries, just drinking doves to quench your thirst!"
"Song Cheng'an is right." Lin Qing's tone was still calm. He seemed like a dying person who was calmly watching his life go by. "You should keep your strength, Yan Weihe Lin Zhen still needs it. If this continues..."
The cold wind gushed into Lin Qing's throat, and he coughed weakly a few times, "The two of us will die together—and bring that dead boy Lin Zhen with us."
In the final analysis, he and Lin Zhen are one person. Lin Zhen is the soul separated from them, and his life is attached to him. When he dies, Lin Zhen must be together.
Lin Qing suddenly felt uncomfortable.
This seems to be an emotion he hasn't seen for a long time. He doesn't even know what he's feeling
I still couldn't make it to the end. He didn't bring Lin Zhen to the end.
He? So? Thinking.
He? What's going on in the world inside the building? Well? He's a well-known figure who founded the mysterious Xuanniao together with people like Yan Wei. Except for the dungeon that knew Yan Wei, he? Never been the first two. Although they are also those ants dragged by life and death, at least they are not the smallest ants.
In the dungeon, people leave all the time, some people die meaningfully, and some people die ridiculously. His death was not considered spectacular, but it seemed to have no effect.
It was as if a magnificent symphony played a passionate prelude, but suddenly the keys cracked.
No end of illness.
It should be a pity.
But he was too cruel to himself, so cruel that he selectively cut out all these emotions, creating a crazy Lin Zhen. He didn't have the slightest fear of dying, and he didn't think it was a pity. His heart was filled with stagnant water, and he wondered whether Yan Wei and the others would hinder him after he died.
There is also Lin Zhen, who is so heartless, I am afraid that I don't even know if I will blame him.
As Lin Qing thought about it, his eyes fell on the snow-capped ground in the distance without focus. The moonlight shone down, and he was almost dazzled by the white light everywhere. The moment he was in a trance, Yan Wei squatted down beside him.
"How could this happen?" Even though Yan Wei guessed a thing or two in the communication, he didn't expect Lin Qing's injuries to be so terrible, "These are..."
He glanced at the back of Lin Qing's hand with his sleeves exposed - it was black.
Song Chengan said: "Corpse spot. At that time I was studying the formation on the golden statue of Guanyin, Lin Qing heard Lin Zhen calling for help, and followed the sound. At that time, the large formation was in operation, and the evil and ghost energy directly rushed into his five internal organs. , I feel... hopeless.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Lin Zhen.
But Lin Zhen stood leisurely by the side? The wounds on his body were left untreated. The lunatic glanced at Lin Qing, then looked at Yu Feizhou, and "cut": "Do you want to do this? One with the other? Yu Feizhou, your skills are useless? Like this, one with one, We directly reduce the number of employees by three, tsk, it’s quite impressive.”
Yan Wei didn't bother to care about this idiot who didn't have anything good in his mouth.
Geng Liang said: "I can't see it, but I can feel a strong sense of death. This is..." A person who is about to die.
Yan Wei carefully looked at Lin Qing's injuries, and came to the same conclusion as Song Chengan.
"Is it hopeless?" Lin Qing asked him.
Yan Wei clenched his hands unconsciously.
I don't know when the sky floated up, and the cold wind poured into Yan Wei's collar, which was chilly and froze to the heart.
He? Not reconciled.
Lin Qing was obviously deceived by that evil thought. That dirty thing can't move him? But it wants to make him regret it. All of this was just because of him. It was he who wanted to bring Lin Qing and Lin Zhen to the top floor, or it was he who wanted to challenge the slightest impossibility and let evil thoughts focus on Lin Qing who shouldn't be involved.
Because he has killed enough people.
Lin Qing is different from other passers-by. This person is his friend when he first came, and his teammate who can rest assured that he doesn't need to remember when he comes back for the second time.
But Song Chengan was right, this body is hopeless.
After Yu Feizhou stood firm, he put aside Song Chengan's hand that was supporting him, took a step forward, took a deep breath and said, "Let me try again."
Lin Zhen frowned and looked at him: "You have been injured...800 times, right? If you try again, it will be three times. If it's not a bloody thing, it's too uncomfortable."
He? He also smiled; "I said you are more nervous than me? People are going to die, but... Hey, brother, how long can you last, is it enough for me to go to Yan Mingguang for a fight? I haven't done it yet. Can you fight him?"
Lin Qing was at the end of his battle, he raised his eyelids, his face without the slightest trace of blood remained unmoved: "Are you troublesome or not?"
Lin Zhen pouted.
Lin Qing looked at Yan Wei and said calmly: "Yan Wei, leave me alone. Do what you want, I am not afraid of death, neither is Lin Zhen? I don't know what death is. Emotions are the most useless thing—this is you Taught me."
Yan Wei clenched his hands tightly, his fingernails had pinched the palm of his hand with blood.
"You are afraid," he said, "Lin Qing, you are afraid."
Yu Feizhou didn't know how many times Lin Qing's skin trauma was transferred, and the sludge-like corpse spots climbed up every inch of Lin Qing's skin again and again. Those injuries are still unharmed so far.
Even though Lin Qing knew that Lin Zhen's life depended on him, Lin Zhen couldn't escape the moment he closed his eyes, but he still didn't do anything extra.
Lin Zhen is another completely different Lin Qing.
Is he reluctant, or when he opened his eyes, he didn't want to look at his other self? He was so embarrassed, and he didn't want the other person to die before him, seeing the death of "self" with his own eyes
Or... a bit of both.
He? Back then, he was full of spirit and dared to do everything. Holding a moon wheel in his hand, he dared to do the thing of dividing the soul.
If it weren't for him? He did it casually at the beginning, and the discarded half of the soul would not have turned into Lin Zhen in the years, and at this moment, Lin Qing would not have stepped into the underworld for the other half of the soul, nor? Both halves of the soul lead to the same destination.
He knelt and sat beside Lin Qing without moving. The pool of blood on the ground soaked his trouser legs and knees, and the cold wetness penetrated through his clothes and stuck to his skin. The white snow fell on his slightly cold shoulders and hair tips blown by the wind.
Yan was almost blinded by the snow.
It turns out that every time people go against the sky, they have to pay a price.