As if he had finally heard them coming in, Mr. Bai turned his head and looked at Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang who were standing not far away.
The two of them were obviously not friendly, but Mr. Bai still looked leisurely. He smiled at Yan Wei and the two: "Etiquette cannot be broken, since you are here as a guest, you have to knock on the door before entering."
Yan Wei stood a step behind Yan Mingguang, and said calmly: "Mr.
Mr. Bai laughed out loud: "It's right, it's right. This man, what kind of poems and books are he reading, and what rituals and music are he learning? In the end, using these poems and books, rituals and music only restrains himself, but benefits others."
Yan Mingguang frowned—these words were clearly contrary to his ideas.
Yan Wei's eyebrows moved lightly, and his fingertips touched the black ring silently, his whole body was tense, but he said in his mouth as if chatting: "When sir asked us to help suppress the evil spirits in the town, I was also here, ask sir, first Did the book of people and groups ever say that the individual is better than all people?"
"Have you found the answer, little friend?"
"Didn't you say it? There is no conclusion. But I thought about it today, and I feel that Qianqiu has no conclusion, but it seems that for the husband, the husband has made a choice long ago."
Mr. Bai took a deep look at him, and the opera came along with the sound of music and drums, which did not leave any silence in the small courtyard.
He said in a wrong way: "I used to think that people are born to be good, good at poetry and books, and successful in rituals and music. Later, I found that these things are just shells that are not useful, and they shatter when touched lightly." .”
"It seems that the master knows why we are here."
"Ayu is dead, so you should know about it too."
On the stage, Liang Shanbo sent Zhu Yingtai out of the academy, and the long drama went through the cold, softening the snow. Mr. Bai turned his head, glanced at the dead air emerging from the direction of Shen's house, his eyes were full of joy.
Yan Wei said: "I have guessed something, but I'm not sure. Would you like to clarify my doubts, sir?"
Mr. Bai raised his hand and pointed to the inside of the room: "Please come in and sit down." After saying that, he himself waved his hand to stop the troupe and asked them to leave, while he walked into the bamboo house first.
Yan Mingguang glanced at Yan Wei, who nodded silently.
If the person behind all these arrangements is really Mr. Bai, the formation of the Guanyin Temple is still there, and the life in the Shen House is still alive, they'd better find out everything and adapt accordingly.
They followed Mr. Bai into the bamboo house. Instead of the smell of wine that filled the room last time, Yan Wei smelled the scent of ink and a slight scent of flowers as soon as he entered the room. The fragrance of the flowers is very faint, and it has almost dissipated, as if someone had brought it here before.
Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang are very familiar with this fragrance of flowers.
It was the fragrance of flowers that Ayu touched when he started.
"It turned out that my husband cooked wine and entertained guests that day to cover up the fragrance of flowers in the house. She often came to sing this song "Blessings of Love" for him, right? Unfortunately, I didn't know until before I died. It is said to be an evil method that can change a woman's appearance, but in fact It is to catalyze Jiang Jingyun's 'resurrection' into a ghost."
"It's a pity," Mr. Bai boiled wine at the side just like Yan Wei and the others came last time, "I originally wanted her to go without knowing, but I didn't expect that she would die even more sadly."
He warmed it with the charcoal fire in the house for a while, and poured a glass of warm wine for Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang respectively.
Yan Wei didn't dare to drink this time.
Mr. Bai didn't force it, and said: "She disguised herself as a man to study in the academy, and only I recognized her. After she knew that I saw it, she didn't hide from me. She went to class on weekdays, called my teacher, and studied hard. Those sages reasoned. After school, they like to come to my shabby bamboo house and let me tell him the stories in those operas—because these opera slang words are all market things, and a girl like her can’t read them on weekdays.”
Now that the words have been said, everything seems to be clear.
Suddenly, Jiang Jingyun's family fell into ruin and was sold to Wanhualou. Mr. Bai tried his best, but he couldn't compete with Yuanwai Shen, who had a lot of money. He has lived his whole life with peace of mind, self-denial and etiquette, but in the end he lost here.
Mr. Bai didn't say any more, but Yan Wei almost connected all these things into a thread: "Jiang Jingyun was tortured to death by Yuanwai Shen. You couldn't save her, so you chose this method. With your good relationship with the Guanyin Temple, quietly He silently left a large reversal formation on the golden statue, turning the formation that suppresses evil spirits into something that encourages evil spirits, and made Ayu, who had a deep love for you because he saw you in Wanhualou, think that he I got the evil method that can change the appearance, killed so many people in these years, and sent the death energy to Jiang Jingyun's body continuously, and the resentment gradually blackened the sea water... "
Even the arrival of these players with identities to Guanyin Town was probably planned step by step by Mr. Bai.
Why is the evil spirit suppressing formation in Yuanwai Shen's hands exactly the same as that in Mr. Bai's hands
Because that's what Mr. Bai deliberately let Yuanwai Shen get. Jiang Jingyun has never turned into a ghost, so why suppress it? Since Jiang Jingyun's ghost body does not exist, how much of the Guanyin Jingbo water, which is as indispensable as Jiang Jingyun's ghost body, may be a good thing...? If this "suppression" formation is really deployed, is it to suppress evil, or...
Yan Wei subconsciously looked at the dead air slowly emerging from the direction of Shen's house outside the door.
Zhong Bufan and Yu Zhengqing who went to Shen's house also sent messages to the rest of them, saying that the clean bottle of water was handed over to the camp of Shen's house, and the other party promised not to let out any more dead air.
He looked away, and heard Mr. Bai say to them: "Since someone has foolishly helped me, you can now pretend that none of this happened and leave Guanyin Town. From now on, these things have nothing to do with you."
Yan Wei gently groped for the black ring with his fingertips.
Their task is to suppress resentment.
Jiang Jingyun itself is not the source of resentment, the evil of all this is the scholar in front of him who looks like a blissful moon. Zhuo Xidong couldn't end this dungeon at all, the dungeon would be broken only if the roots were pulled out.
It's best to wait until Lin Zhen wakes up, Song Chengan and Zhong Bufan have settled their affairs, and they meet up to deal with this npc who is probably the boss of the instance.
He closed his eyes, and was about to tell some lies about their plan to leave, when Mr. Bai's hand holding the flagon stopped suddenly, and the smile on his face changed into a cold one at this moment.
His warm voice was covered with blades: "Your eyes tell me that you don't want to leave Guanyin Town."
The world inside the building.
All life and death in the copy, from the eyes of the people under the projection, is just a picture that cannot be participated in. They could only watch the progress of the Guanyin Academy camp and the Shenzhai camp respectively, watching the top-floor dungeon that attracted the attention of the whole world in the building, and finally came to the end.
At this moment, no one has questioned the guess that Yan Wei is V.
Although no one identified his identity in the dungeon, the attitude of those super high-level players who can name each one of them towards Yan Wei is obvious to all. Give up head-to-head confrontation—who else could Yan Wei be
The players who had been arguing because of their bold guesses just now, at this moment of confirmation, actually stopped talking.
There are not even people who discuss how to break the dungeon.
Because that's not what they're worried about anymore. Maybe at first, they just thought, if someone at the top level succeeds this time, does it mean that other players also have hope? Even if it is a little bit, that is hope.
But V is different.
What V pursues is not personal self-interest, but the end of everyone.
If he succeeds, the tens of thousands of players in the world in this building will no longer have to worry about the life and death of the dungeon.
They believed in V's ability to break the game, almost blindly trusting and hoping for the moment when V broke the game. From the moment Yan Wei's identity was recognized by everyone, they subconsciously had the same goal as Yan Wei.
There are many ways to survive, and what Yan Wei showed them was the best one.
Yan Mingguang's reaction was extremely fast, and as soon as he raised his hand, a dagger flew out like an arrow feather, and collided with Mr. Bai's hand that was suddenly grabbed!
That hand looks like flesh and blood, but it looks like copper skin and iron bones. With the movement of Mr. Bai, he was about to catch Yan Wei in an instant, but was blocked by the dagger thrown by Yan Mingguang. for a moment. With a bang, the turbulent air shattered the wooden tea table among them, and the pieces scattered in all directions.
The whole bamboo house was in disarray at this moment.
The cold wind blew across Yan Wei's cheeks, and when he stood still, Yan Mingguang had already pulled him back a step, turned his head and began to fight Mr. Bai.
Mr. Bai no longer had the calm and elegant posture just now, and a faint death breath began to emerge from his whole body. He didn't have a weapon, but relying on a pair of copper-like hands, he managed to block Yan Mingguang's several attacks one after another.
Yan Wei looked intently, and saw that Mr. Bai was covered with a faint layer of black air, which was similar to the black air at Jiang Jingyun's mortuary. If he touched it, he would be covered with corpse spots and die instantly like those who died in Ayu's hands. . Mr. Bai looked at them without a trace of emotion, his eyes were full of murderous intent, surrounded by this dead air, he looked like a Shura ghost from the underworld.
He held up the moon wheel, stood behind Yan Mingguang, and used the moon wheel to protect Yan Mingguang's body at all times, so that the dead energy would not be able to contaminate Yan Mingguang's body.
After a few back and forth, Mr. Bai was suddenly thrown out by Yan Mingguang's whip, and landed in the snow in embarrassment.
His neat bundle of hair was also spread out during the movements, falling loosely, and raised randomly in the cold wind, like a ghost or a demon.
Yan Mingguang just went up to Qiancheng Victory to pursue, but Mr. Bai suddenly smiled.
The next moment, the death energy on his body suddenly became more than ten times stronger! As soon as Yan Mingguang's long whip arrived, the dead air dissipated with his movements, corroding the long whip in an instant.
Yan Wei glanced at Mr. Bai's sharp blade-like hand, sensed the flow of power in the opponent's body, the moon wheel moved, and shouted: "Yan Mingguang, step back! He connected himself with the entire evil formation, Shen Mansion, Guanyin Temple and himself are three complementary formations, he can call each other!"
The dead air circulates, coming and going.
The harder Yan Mingguang strikes, the deeper Mr. Bai is injured, the more compatible he is with this monstrous death.
As long as these monstrous evil spirits persist and the three formations circulate, this living ghost cannot be killed at all!
Yan Wei's words were already a step too late. Yan Mingguang's body reaction from life and death had already taken effect at that moment. As soon as the whip was corroded by death energy, Yan Mingguang turned over and threw a dagger straight at Mr. Bai. Grow away.
The knife was on target.
The blade pierced between Mr. Bai's eyebrows, but he still kept his eyes open, showing a half-smile at Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei.
The deadly anger emerged ten times and a hundred times, and Mr. Bai raised his hand, easily pulled out the dagger between his eyebrows, and suddenly grabbed Yan Mingguang!
This grab was more than ten times stronger than Cai's attack just now, Yan Mingguang was caught by the arm while dodging. The black air immediately corroded the skin on his arm, and in a moment, Yan Mingguang's arm was soaked in blood, bloody and bloody.
Mr. Bai could actually hurt Yan Mingguang. And this monster is getting bigger and stronger.
"Little friend, it seems that you want to eliminate harm for the people?" Mr. Bai laughed, his expression was still as proud as that of a scholar, but the bloodstain that slipped from the center of his brow and the dead air around his body were extremely gloomy. It made him look like a real ghost.
He didn't continue chasing and attacking, but just glanced at the direction of Shen's house, and said with a smile: "The formation I gave you and Yuanwai Shen, not only cannot exorcise evil spirits, but also promote ghosts and ghosts. The other group of people seem to have made a move? What a coincidence, they help me add a fire, I will kill you again, and feed Jingyun with your dead energy...she will come back."
Yan Mingguang glanced at the wound on his arm, his expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't feel any pain, he calmly stepped back a few steps, and put a certain distance away from Mr. Bai.
Yan Wei stepped forward to support him: "How is it?"
Yan Mingguang shook his head: "We are not fighting him, we are fighting the entire evil formation."
At the same time, the Guanyin Temple.
Song Chengan was originally standing in front of the golden statue, holding the formation plate, his perception was connected with the direction of the formation, and he raced against time to break through every line of the formation bit by bit. Geng Liang was on the side to help him feel the direction of evil in the temple.
It took too long for this big formation to turn into an evil formation, and if it was a little careless, it would be backlashed by evil energy. Song Chengan took it apart extremely carefully, even if his hands were unambiguous, there was not much progress in this short period of time.
suddenly—
He opened his eyes suddenly, took a step back unsteadily, and a bloody smell rose from his throat.
"puff-"
Blood spurted out and splashed onto the incense burner in front of Song Chengan, the smell of blood mixed with the smoke. Geng Liang's nose moved and his face changed, he stepped forward and immediately supported Song Chengan who was about to fall.
Geng Liang was surprised: "What's wrong with you?"
"Someone..." Song Chengan slowed down, took a deep breath, wiped the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his Taoist robe, and continued, "It might be a ghost, the thing that arranged it just mobilized this big formation. He was using it, I was tearing it down, and I was doing it carefully, he used it like a flood breaking a bank, and I was injured by the formation."
Geng Liang's ears moved slightly: "I seem to hear a big movement in the school opposite the temple."
As he was speaking, it happened that Yan Wei sent them a message, eagerly describing Mr. Bai's affairs in a few words. They were on the communication, and after Song Chengan listened, he heard the sound of fierce fighting coming from the other end.
He said to Geng Liang: "Yan Wei said that Mr. Bai connected himself to the formations of the Shen Mansion and the Great Temple, and shared with these deadly and evil auras. The harder they attack, the more lifeless Mr. Bai is, on the contrary, the more powerful it is." .We have to help them stabilize this big formation, at least weaken its blessing on that ghost thing. Can your control of perception be able to strengthen other people's perception but not affect it?"
Geng Liang nodded: "I haven't done this before, but it should be possible."
"Then bless my perception." Song Chengan raised his head, looked at the golden statue of Avalokitesvara in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid we don't have that much time for us to dismantle the formation safely."
Inside Guanyin Academy.
Yan Mingguang, Yan Wei and Mr. Bai fought directly from the broken bamboo house to the front hall. A student from the school ran to see what happened without knowing why, but before he got close, he was grabbed by Mr. Bai with a wave of his hand, and he grabbed him alive and strangled his neck. A puddle of corpse water.
The other students around didn't even bother to find out what was going on, they immediately scattered in shock and fled out of the Guanyin School.
The school, which was still like a breeze and a bright moon yesterday, is now in a mess, and all the students are scattered like birds and beasts.
Yan Wei was guarded by Yan Mingguang, his brows were tightly frowned, the moon wheel in his hand was constantly turning, protecting Yan Mingguang's body without stopping, ensuring that the dead air would not contaminate Yan Mingguang in the slightest.
But Yan Mingguang's current identity is still a player after all, even if he can occasionally stop all the time and space in the dungeon, this method consumes more energy and has limited opportunities to use it. He fought against Mr. Bai like this, and Mr. Bai became more and more crazy as he fought, but he was still a human being, and he would only consume more and more under the drag of his wounds.
Another back and forth, Yan Mingguang raised his foot and kicked the ghost away, but the moon wheel couldn't cut it off in such a contact, and the death energy instantly eroded his skin, leaving a bloody wound on his leg.
But Mr. Bai didn't feel the pain at all, without any pause, he turned around on the ground and rushed towards Yanwei.
Yan Wei hurriedly raised the moon wheel to protect himself, this "ghost" with teeth and claws rushed towards the moon wheel, and Yan Wei rolled backwards along with the barrier of the moon wheel.
Yan Mingguang's long knife followed and stopped Mr. Bai.
The two got entangled again, and seeing that the more and more dead air had brought Yan Mingguang a new wound, Yan Wei shouted: "Yan Mingguang!!!"
The next moment, the wound healed in an instant, leaving only the rather torn clothes still stained with blood.
Holding his blue bead in Yu Feizhou's hand, a wound gradually appeared on the same place as Yan Mingguang's body. He gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and began to heal his wound with blue beads.
Yan Wei ran to his side: "Your injury..."
"My skills are in this area. If these injuries are transferred to me, they will heal in a moment. It's really not worth staying on Yan Mingguang."
Seeing that the rot on his body was indeed recovering quickly, Yan Wei breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Yu Feizhou continue to say: "Lin Zhen is not awake. I heard your movement here, thinking that you have been fighting for so long, you must need help , let Lin Zhen leave a protective item beside him, come and have a look.”
Yan Wei looked worriedly at Yan Mingguang who was blocking Mr. Bai in front of him, and quickly said: "It's not that Yan Mingguang is his opponent, even at the beginning, this Bai man couldn't even go back and forth a few times. But he Connected with the death energy, he has turned himself into a ghost, and the death energy is his breeding ground. The more injuries this guy suffers, the more he can accommodate the death energy. Instead, we are afraid to kill him. , It’s not worth killing.”
Yu Feizhou frowned: "Then you must succeed with one blow."
"But now he is full of death, and the blade will be corroded if it gets close."
Yan Mingguang has completely given up these weapons now, and is fighting Mr. Bai with his bare hands. If he is not careful, he will be injured by death.
The weapon would be corroded, and to succeed in one blow, someone had to step forward with bare hands and kill him in an instant, without allowing him to arouse the resentment and death that circulated in the entire Guanyin Town formation at that moment.
Yan Wei clenched his fists tightly, and his breathing became slightly heavy.
He glanced at Yu Feizhou, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Yu Feizhou: "?"
"If Yan Mingguang rushed into the dead air to kill him, would you be able to withstand the corrosive injuries within a few seconds?"
Yu Feizhou was stunned: "I can, but it's not enough for me to transfer the wound."
Yan Wei said, "Leave the rest to me."
He turned his gaze back to Mr. Bai, who was determined to put them to death, and suddenly shouted: "Mr. originally wanted to kill us, but now we know about it in the whole school. In a few days, Mr.'s face But it’s going to spread.”
Mr. Bai let out a smirk, and said, "Then let's all die—there are... no good people in this world anyway."
Yan Wei raised his eyebrows: "No?"
As if on purpose, he said this sentence in a very gentle tone, and every word seemed to be soaked with a sense of sarcasm. He said, "Isn't Jiang Jingyun a good person?"
Mr. Bai obviously made a move.
But Yan Mingguang did not take advantage of the victory to pursue - he saw Yan Wei's eyes, slightly withdrew his hands, and stood in front of Mr. Bai, ready to go.
Yan Wei seemed to be casual, and said in the same tone of chatting in the past: "I have never known her, but I think that a girl who has read a lot of poetry and books and came from a high family was suddenly tortured to death overnight. Under the circumstances, she never gave birth to those harmful resentments after death... "
As he spoke, his eyes seemed to be glancing at random, but he was actually staring at Mr. Bai's every move.
Mr. Bai's eyes were wide open, his black hair covered most of his face, and the exposed face was lifeless, just like an evil spirit in broad daylight. He stood there, his whole body tensed up, as if he was completely absorbed by Yan Wei's words.
Yan Wei chuckled: "Sir, have you never thought about it, or are you afraid to think about it?"
"... what are you thinking?"
"You set up such a monstrous overall situation, reversed the formation of Guanyin Town to protect the side, used the girl who likes you as a weapon, gathered thousands of dead energy to nourish Jiang Jingyun's body, and even made up a high-sounding reason to make us think that we Bringing magical artifacts to suppress evil spirits, in fact, using other people's hands to plant new evil methods beside Jiang Jingyun's coffin to promote the birth of resentful spirits... All of this is not for the purpose of making her come back to life in another way, as an eternal Is it a ghost that cannot be reborn?"
Mr. Bai suddenly became angry: "Who are you saying will never be reborn!?"
"Even after she suffered such ravages during her lifetime, she is unwilling to turn into a ghost to take revenge after death. Isn't she just wanting to go to a stable Huangquan and have a peaceful afterlife? Doesn't your way of doing things run counter to what she wants and make her Do you want to be a monster so filthy that the world can't stand it?"
"The world will not tolerate her..." Mr. Bai stared blankly for a moment, not noticing that the wound on Yan Mingguang's body was slowly transferring to Yu Feizhou who was beside Yan Wei, "It is enough for me to tolerate her."
Yan Wei snorted coldly: "You look like a ghost, the world will not tolerate you, what qualifications do you have to tolerate others?"
"Shut up, Shuzi!"
"Sir, I just want to ask you, the corpse that died with great resentment has been soaked in five years of death aura. Until now, it has never turned into a resentful ghost. People... don't want to wake up like this?"
Mr. Bai trembled all over.
His face exposed in disheveled hair became more and more lifeless at this moment, and his black pupils were like a bottomless deep pool of sludge, turning around the filth that had been washed from several yellow springs, which was extremely terrifying. But his expression was unprecedentedly dazed. On that ghostly face, there was a completely opposite childlike daze.
After a while, his eyes turned hard, and his voice ripped out from his throat: "—I'll kill you!"
Yan Wei fixed his eyes and shouted: "Now!!"
The next moment, the moon wheel in Yan Wei's hand was floating in the air, Yan Mingguang teleported to Mr. Bai's face in the blink of an eye, raised his hand, and reached into the dead air around Mr. Bai's body without hesitation, and grabbed his waist neck!
Death energy quickly corroded Yan Mingguang's hands, and when Yu Feizhou's skill was activated, the corrosion appeared on his hands in an instant, and he was holding the blue bead dripping with blood.
The moon wheel split the space around Yan Mingguang and Mr. Bai, cutting them off from the outside world as much as possible.
Mr. Bai's eyes widened, his sleeves were filled with lifeless anger.
At the Avalokitesvara Temple, the entire formation trembled, and Song Chengan and Geng Liang's perceptions dispersed. At this moment, they tried their best to prevent the formation from operating.
In the school, the anger of death did not arrive in time, Yan Mingguang did not hesitate to pinch Mr. Bai's neck at this moment.
It was a one-hit success.
He took a few steps back, left those dead spirits, and came to Yan Wei and Yu Feizhou's side.
Mr. Bai stared forward with wide eyes, as if he was looking at the direction Yan Wei and the others were in, but his eyes gradually lost focus. The black dead air lost its carrier, and slowly dissipated in the cold air, making the surrounding world lonely and cold.
The thick white snow seemed to have absorbed the dirt, his eyes were dazed, his eyes fell on the messy snow, the half-human body seemed to be pulled from the spine in an instant, and fell limp.
At the moment when he died, suddenly, he seemed to see a woman in a man's plain robe standing on the snow, with a jade crown and hairpin, looking back at him gracefully.
It was clear that there was silence in his ears, but the wispy drama came from nowhere, and slid into his mind like a rolling ball.
"...the bridal sedan chair carries you to Ma's house, and the autumn wind takes me to Huangquan... On the one hand, the sound of mourning and mourning is broken, and on the other hand, the trumpets are blowing towards the sky..."[1]
"... Yingtai is in the world, Shanbo has become a ghost, life and death are hard to follow..."[2]
The heart of a person who has been dead for five years is still in the world, and thousands of resentments and hatreds cannot return to the ghost body walking on the road to Huangquan.
People who are still alive are neither born nor dead, and they are more like ghosts who walk in time than evil ghosts.