The black cloud seemed to be full of ghosts and ghosts, with an ominous aura, floating in mid-air, and suddenly sank suddenly, as if being sucked down by something, and disappeared instantly.
The sky returned to clear, calm as usual, as if nothing happened, but Shen Zhixian's heart sank, and an uneasy mood emerged, which made him stunned for a moment.
Across the bamboo forest, Shen Zhixian couldn't see what was there, only vaguely discerned that it was the boundary of the mansion.
He beckoned Yan Jin to come over, Yan Jin took his coat and put it on him: "What's the matter?"
"I think there's something wrong over there." Shen Zhixian frowned slightly, for the unease in his heart. He hadn't had this kind of emotion for a long time, and the strange black cloud made him care inexplicably.
But Shen Zhixian couldn't tell where the black cloud was so weird, he just instinctively felt it was bad. He pushed Yan Jin away, took a step back, put his hand on the edge of the window, and easily turned out of the window: "Want to take a look?"
Although it was an interrogative sentence, when his voice fell, he had already taken two steps towards that direction, obviously he had to go. Yan Jin walked out the window without saying a word, and followed closely behind him.
Passing through the bamboo forest, there is a small garden, which is probably abandoned for a long time and has not been taken care of, so that the dead leaves are overgrown with weeds and it is barren.
The two walked while paying attention to the surroundings, but didn't find anyone - it was so late, those patrolling guards would not come to this remote place.
The farther he went, the more uneasy Shen Zhixian felt in his heart. The night was dark, the surroundings were silent, and the pale moonlight fell on the rocky rockery covered with dust on both sides, unprovoked.
They were walking silently, when suddenly there was a sound of dead leaves being smashed, and the two stopped immediately—the sound came from the corner, and it seemed that someone was about to turn the corner.
From the corner of Shen Zhixian's eyes, he saw a depression in the tall rockery beside him, and he took Yan Jin to hide in a snap.
The small depression is very shallow, but it happens to be the place where the moonlight can't shine. If you don't look carefully, you can't really see anyone inside.
The place was cramped and the two had to be next to each other. With Yan Jin on the outside, Shen Zhixian was afraid that he would be discovered if he couldn't hide, so he hooked him around his waist and took him inside.
Now the two are closer together, and the difference in height and body shape makes Shen Zhixian's actions seem to be actively throwing a hug, still very enthusiastic.
However, one of the unresponsive parties did not realize this. He only found that Yan Jin was too tall, blocking his view, forcing him to grab the other party, leaning over on tiptoe and looking out.
Glancing across Yan Jin's cheeks, he accurately caught the person turning the corner.
—It was Mrs. Meng who invited them into the mansion.
The owner of this mansion was the young man who lingered in the painting boat. His surname was Meng, and he was a wealthy businessman.
His parents were killed by mountain bandits a few years ago. Meng Yun met a woman whose parents were both dead when they were rushing around for their funeral. After several exchanges, the two fell in love and became husband and wife - that woman is now Meng lady.
Meng Yun's business skills are good, and he can be considered as a human being. The only thing is that he is extremely fond of lingering in the flowers, and he loves to run to the field of fireworks in his spare time. He also has to learn from those literati. The beauties write lyrics and compose music... Although the beauties in the painting boat never sing his works.
These were all inquired by Shen Zhixian Ruo from the steward of Meng's house. He did not comment on Meng Yun's behavior. He was only curious. Madam Meng, who dared to go to the boat to find someone, was alone in the middle of the night. What are you doing here alone
The direction she came from was exactly where the black cloud appeared. Shen Zhixian quietly watched her walk back step by step, looking very tired and squinting slightly.
Mrs. Meng... seems to be hiding a little secret.
Mrs. Meng quickly disappeared, and Shen Zhixian waited for a while, making sure there was nothing else, before pushing Yan Jin: "Let's go out."
After going out from the dark and narrow depression, only in the faint moonlight did Shen Zhixian realize that Yan Jin's ears had turned red at some point, as if he was about to drip blood.
He stopped, stared at Yan Jin's ears in surprise, looked and looked, and made a meaningful oops.
However, Yan Jin was very calm, there was no expression on his face, he just looked at it so quietly, as if it wasn't him who had red ears.
Only the slightly clenched fist betrayed a little nervousness.
Shen Zhixian couldn't help but want to laugh, Yan Jin's reaction was too interesting. He wanted to tease Yan Jin, but the timing was wrong. Hei Yun and Mrs. Meng had not yet figured out what was going on. He could only temporarily suppress the wicked taste of death in his heart, and took the initiative to drag Yan Jin's hand forward. Walk.
Following Mrs. Meng's direction, the two walked for a while, and suddenly the eyes darkened, the surrounding scene blurred for a moment and returned to normal, but the moonlight seemed to be isolated by some invisible barrier.
The temperature dropped suddenly, and behind the grass and rockery, there was a small yard that looked dilapidated. Shen Zhixian said softly, "There is a formation."
They broke into a formation.
However, this formation should only play a shielding role, it is not too advanced, it just prevents ordinary people from discovering this yard, and for them who have cultivation bases, it has no effect.
There were several big trees planted around the yard, and Shen Zhixian recognized that it was a locust tree, with its branches and leaves, and the shadows of the trees were heavy. The door to the yard was a small wooden door, which was in disrepair and dust, and was a little crooked. There was a big crack next to the ground.
There was a rusty lock hanging on the door. Shen Zhixian picked up a branch and poked it. The seemingly fragile lock swayed and didn't break, but a lot of rust pieces fell off, faintly revealing hidden under the rust. Indistinct texture.
Shen Zhixian's heart moved, this door lock is so old and covered with dust, obviously it has not been opened for a long time, then Madam Meng is here... It can't be a walk, right
A dark yellow suddenly caught a glimpse of the corner of his eyes, Shen Zhixian bent over, and picked up half of the talisman paper with cinnabar patterns from the grass—the edge of the broken piece of the talisman paper was charred black, as if it had been burned by fire.
The talisman paper looks very new, maybe it was brought here by Mrs. Meng. Shen Zhixian scrutinized the talisman paper, frowning more and more as he looked at it. After a while, he held the branch and gently scratched the rust block on the lock.
When the rust on the lock was almost scratched, Shen Zhixian was finally able to confirm that the rune pattern on the talisman paper was basically the same as the pattern on the lock.
"This is… "
It looked a little familiar, but Shen Zhixian didn't remember it for a while, Yan Jin took a closer look at his hand, and said calmly, "Inspiration Talisman."
Shen Zhixian took a breath of cool air, and frowned and repeated: "Inducing Spirit Talisman."
How can ordinary people make such a thing? Does Mrs. Meng know what this is
Spirit-inducing talismans, as the name suggests, are talismans that can attract various "spirits". The so-called spirit, the demon is the spirit, the wandering soul is also the spirit, according to the level of the talisman maker's cultivation level, the "spirit" that this attracts is also different.
The higher the cultivation level of the talisman maker, the more powerful the "spirits" it attracts. People like Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin draw spirit-inducing talismans. There is a high chance that they will summon the devils and demons. Without spiritual power, it was obviously created by an ordinary human being, so he could only summon some newly cultivated demons and little wandering spirits.
However, this lock still has some spiritual energy, and I don't know who left it.
Shen Zhixian remembered the black cloud just now, and his heart sank slightly. He looked around for a while, and sure enough, he saw many charred fragments among the roots of the weeds.
It is the leftover ashes left after the talisman was burnt out after being overused.
What did Mrs. Meng do here
No matter how weak the spirit talisman is used in large quantities, the summoned things should not be underestimated... Eighty percent of the black clouds were summoned by these spirit talismans, so where did those summoned spirits go
What secrets are hidden in the yard
Countless questions came up, Shen Zhixian suddenly remembered the words of the painted skin demon, and was shocked that he had unknowingly entered a misunderstanding - according to the painted skin demon, those who can enter the city of immortality are all inhumans, and if they enter the city of immortality, they should forget it. Returning flowers is a memory, and leaving again, there is a price to pay.
Mrs. Meng has an unblooming Forgetfulness Flower on her wrist. She must have entered the City of Undead, but she left for some unknown reason and paid what price.
But Shen Zhixian saw that she had no spiritual power, and subconsciously regarded her as an ordinary mortal!
Yan Jin obviously thought of this too. With a slight movement of the hand holding the hilt, the long sword was about to be unsheathed and broken. Suddenly, a faint, almost inaudible chirp came from his feet, interrupting his movement.
The two of them looked at the place where the sound came out at the same time, but they saw that a small ball of hair was trying to squeeze out of the crack that was cracked due to the crooked door.
The gap was very narrow, and the hairball squeezed very hard, and it was soaked in mud before it got out of it.
—It was a little bird the size of a baby's palm, covered in mud, and the color of its feathers could not be seen.
In such a desolate place, it is still possible to see living creatures, and it is still a little guy who looks so weak as if he can kill him on the spot with a simple squeeze.
Shen Zhixian half squatted down, and the branch in his hand poked Xiao Mao's shivering claws.
Only then did the muddy little Mao Jiu realize that there were two other people beside him. He was so scared that his soul was about to fly. He just thought he was going to hurt it, and struggled to stand up.
I don't know if its wings were injured or something. It flapped a few times, but it didn't fly. It could only roll and crawl and flutter to escape.
However, it has short legs, and it is faster than Shen Zhixian's movements. After only two steps, Shen Zhixian used a branch to draw a small circle around its body.
A faint light flashed, and Xiao Mao-chiu slammed into an invisible small barrier, and fell backwards.
"Tweet Tweet Tweet!"
It probably hurt from the fall, but it had no strength. The little claws stomped and stomped, but couldn't turn over. It screamed in a low voice, and the big eyes were bursting with tears, and it was extremely aggrieved.
Shen Zhixian didn't expect it to be so squeamish, and hurriedly turned it over with a branch: "Okay, don't cry."
Xiaomaojiu seemed to be worried about something, so he didn't dare to shout loudly. After standing up, he took two steps back aggrievedly, leaned on the barrier, and looked at the two of them defensively and vigilantly. "You, who are you!"
"It doesn't matter who we are, what matters is how you are here and what's inside?"
I don't know if that sentence touched Xiaomaojiu's fear point, he shuddered, Douzi's eyes showed huge fear, he shook his head frantically, and lowered his voice tremblingly: "You, don't talk nonsense. ...inside...shh, don't talk nonsense! It'll wake it up!"
It was panicked and incoherent, Shen Zhixian didn't understand it, but looking at its reaction, he probably guessed that there might be something very powerful inside. Don't dare to tweet loudly.
Seeing Shen Zhixian stand up, as if he was going to touch the door lock, Xiaomao was so panicked that he didn't care much, he stumbled and rushed over, his little paws hooked on Shen Zhixian's clothes and pulled him back hard: "No, Chiu. Can't go in! Tweet! Terrible!"
Shen Zhixian's hand was almost touching the rust lock, and he suddenly paused, his face showing confusion.
After a pause, he flipped his wrist and a long sword appeared in his hand.
The cold sword energy overflowed, and the long sword trembled, as if it had encountered something that excited it. Shen Zhixian could even sense the long-sleep Shuanghui Sword Spirit...
There was a hint of wanting to wake up.
Xiao Mao was so frightened that Yan Jin looked over and was stunned for a moment: "This is?"
Shen Zhixian held the body of the sword with one hand and the hilt with the other, and with a slight force, a small section, the body of the sword was cold and lingering, and it kept vibrating. Shen Zhixian is the master of Frost Return, and can clearly feel the restlessness of the sword spirit.
"There are demons..." Shen Zhixian murmured. His long sword, Shuanghui, is most sensitive to the existence of demons. In the past, when Yan Shen tried to frame Yan Jin with demonic energy, just a little demonic energy could make Shuanghui tremble.
And this time, not only did the sword body tremble, but even the sword spirit that had been sleeping for a long time was disturbed—what exactly is inside? !
The feeling of unease that had just been suppressed came up again, and it was still getting stronger and stronger. Shen Zhixian slammed the sword and shook his head at Yan Jin, not intending to open the door again, bent down and grabbed Xiao Mao Jiu, motioning Yan Jin to leave together.
Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, looked back at the rusty lock, pursed his lips, and left with Shen Zhixian without speaking.
The two of them walked back quietly as if they had come, the only difference being that this time Shen Zhixian was holding a little Mao Chiu in his hand.
Xiao Mao Jiu didn't know if he was scared or something, he didn't speak all the way, until Shen Zhixian and the two walked through the rockery where they had just hidden for a short time, the little guy suddenly struggled, and there was pain hidden in the small cry: "Chiu Chiu Chiu" !"
Shen Zhixian paused and looked down at it.
Xiaomaojiu was very small, not even half the size of Shen Zhixian's palm, and Shen Zhixian's hand was flat and did not hold it.
But the little guy suddenly struggled, his wings fluttered, he desperately raised his head, and his two little claws kicked around, making a painful and shrill chirping sound, as if an invisible hand grabbed his throat, Shen Zhixian was able to get out from the inside. Hear a little bit of dying despair.
Shen Zhixian thought about it and took a step back.
The effect was immediate, and the little guy's struggles weakened immediately. After a while, he recovered and lay on Shen Zhixian's hands tiredly, the tips of his wings trembled slightly, his small chest kept heaving, and the bird's beak was half-open, spitting out tremblingly. Words: "It hurts..."
- It can't get too far from that yard.
- Something in the yard is restricting its exit.
Shen Zhixian asked softly, "You can't leave, can you?"
"It hurts..." Xiaomao looked at him aggrievedly, Mungdou's eyes were full of tears, very sad: "Help me..."
It was originally very wary of Shen Zhixian and the others, but the pain just now had probably finally destroyed its will.
"I've been trapped inside for a long time, and I can't get out..." Xiaomao tweeted, "There are many others like me... they were eaten..."
The more he listened, the darker Shen Zhixian's expression became.
Listening to the little guy, this yard has existed for a long time. Every once in a while, many little demon wandering spirits will be summoned here, and then be "eaten" by something inside, and none of them will be spared.
Except for this little hairy.
This little guy doesn't know what's going on, it just wakes up one day and finds himself in a terrible purgatory, a mass of black gas thick enough to be practically devoured by the little monster, the little wandering soul, it His claws were trembling with fright, and he had nowhere to escape. He could only curl up in the corner furthest away from the black air, shivering.
Strange to say, all the summoned little demon wandering spirits were swallowed clean, but Xiao Mao Jiu hid in fear for a long time, still safe and sound, until today it finally got out of the small crack.
"It hurts... As soon as I leave, it hurts..." Xiaomao cried out in pain, "I can't go, I'll die when I leave... Help me..."
This little guy probably wanted to ask them to save it and leave, but what was trapping it, Shen Zhixian had no clue, and could only guess that it was a very powerful monster based on Shuang Hui's reaction.
Shen Zhixian put the little guy in the cave, Xiaomao thumped, stood firm, and looked at the two of them eagerly.
However, Shen Zhixian didn't plan to take it away. First, he couldn't take it with him. Second, he didn't plan to immediately explore the secrets in the yard. Shuanghui's restlessness and anxiety in his heart made him inexplicably care.
Mrs. Meng must be aware of these matters, even if she is not directly involved. He may be able to inquire about it from Mrs. Meng first...
After thinking for a moment, he and Yan Jin discussed in a low voice for a while, and decided not to be so quick to startle the snake.
Coaxing Xiao Mao to hide here and not to run around, the two avoided the guards and went back to the house quietly.
It's getting late, and after this tossing, an hour has passed.
This time, Shen Zhixian can finally sleep peacefully. He yawned lazily and got into the bed. Before falling asleep, he only remembered vaguely instructing Yan Jin to get up early and quietly go back to his room, then fell asleep. go.
Yan Jin hummed, she should have come down, but she had no intention of following, so the next day Shen Zhixian put on his coat and pushed open the window with a paralyzed face. slammed the window shut.
A quarter of an hour later, Shen Zhixian opened the door as usual, and walked out neatly dressed, followed by Yan Jin who was also neatly dressed.
The steward who happened to bring someone to deliver breakfast and was about to ask the two of them where they were going next: "… "
He looked suspiciously at the room next to Yan Jin that was originally arranged for Yan Jin, but at this time it was empty for a night with no one sleeping. He looked at Yan Jin again, and asked politely and cautiously, "Is the room arranged by the mansion inappropriate?"
Shen Zhixian tactfully responded to the steward before Yan Jin said something he shouldn't have said, and then casually changed the subject and continued to inquire about Meng's residence.
In the end, it was the innocent guests who were brought back by the two masters who were jealous of each other. The steward was quite polite to them. Although he could not answer any questions, he would still respond to some innocuous questions.
I have to say that Mrs. Meng has a good command. Although this mansion is Meng's mansion, the servants all respect her very much. Even if Mrs. Meng leads someone to a painting boat to give Meng Yun a favor, the steward never said anything bad about her, only Said: "Mrs. is excellent, and people are very friendly to us."
Shen Zhixian echoed with a smile, and after deliberation, proposed to see Mrs. Meng and bid her farewell.
This time, the steward shook his head and said apologetically, "Madam said, she impulsively affected the two sons, she should have come to apologize to the two sons in person, but she didn't catch a cold last night, and she was sick this morning. It's hard to get up, please forgive me."
So coincidentally, is this time ill
Shen Zhixian remembered the tired look when he saw Madam Meng passing by in the middle of the night, and answered thoughtfully, and was about to answer when he heard a series of inquiries: "Where's the guest that Madam invited back yesterday? Please come out, I also want to see you..."
A pungent sour smell.
Shen Zhixian: "..."
The master didn't see it, but he was waiting for someone who was jealous to settle accounts.
To be honest, after the incident of painting the boat last night, Shen Zhixian didn't really like Meng Yun.
Mrs. Meng is knowledgeable, sensible, gentle and considerate. She is a model of a good wife that many people envy and desire.
Although he only went to the painting boats without lanterns, his pleasure-seeking was limited to appreciating the girls in the painting boats playing and singing a few songs and joking about a few poems. Occasionally drunk and staying overnight in the painting boat, and never let the girls serve, in the eyes of others, it is already worthy of Mrs. Meng.
However, Shen Zhixian still felt uncomfortable. He has always believed that emotional giving should be one-to-one equality and loyalty. Meng Yun's behavior really made him feel uncomfortable.
However, this is all family affairs of other people's families, and he doesn't know the real situation of the relationship between husband and wife, so he really can't say much. If it wasn't for the news of the city of undead, he would not want to get involved at all.
Now that Mrs. Meng refused to see them, the mysterious courtyard has no clue... Shen Zhixian saw Meng Yun frown slightly and strode forward, and he knew what he wanted to say without much thought, and immediately resigned.
Meng Yun originally wanted to persuade them to leave, but when he saw them being so active, he immediately smiled brightly, and his defensive expression became a little less guarded. Boli, please accept it with a smile."
What Meng Manor lacked most was money, and what Shen Zhixian lacked most was money. In their eyes, these things were really "poor gifts".
Shen Zhixian didn't accept it. He politely and distantly rejected it. He didn't stay any longer, and left hand in hand with Yan Jin.
As soon as he walked out of Meng Mansion, Shen Zhixian turned around without hesitation and returned to the painting boat.
The painting boat is closed during the day, but Shen Zhixian doesn't care about all the obstacles of those little servants, the high-spirited teenager Sui Jian reappears in the arena, and he summoned his summoned beast Yan Jin: "Go and lock them all in the house. ."
Without saying a word, Yan Jin casually pulled the long brocade next to him, and tied the servants who came to stop them in a row in a way that would not hurt them, but would not allow them to break free easily. As Shen Zhixian said, All locked up in the house.
With the sound of the door closing with a creak, the screams of the servants immediately became much smaller.
Shen Zhixian nodded with satisfaction, and walked up to the second floor to find the demon. When passing a private room, a faint fragrance suddenly entered his nose.
He responded very quickly, dragging Yan Jin and taking a few steps back.
As soon as he stood firm, there was a chuckle from the private room, and the painted skin dressed in a tulle coat came out gracefully, peach blossom eyes blinked, and sent an autumn wave to Shen Zhixian: "You two go to Meng It's not enough to spend a good night together in the government, so what do the people who bully me do?"
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