The night wind flowed quietly in Dawangzhai, and all the demons stared at the young man with silver eyes and white hair. No demon knew what happened to him, his breath became cold and terrifying, and it seemed that he still had the taste of a mortal in the past, but they could no longer compare him with that cowardly stupefied man. Grass stalks on a par.
The demons retreated unconsciously, and the enchantress climbed down on tiptoes from the mat in fear, as if afraid of disturbing the white-haired monster. Zhu Mingzang squinted his eyes and looked at him, and said, "You're useless, how did you do this?"
"Is my breath like my brother's?" Qi Yin asked calmly.
"It's not like." Zhu Mingzang took a breath, "Although your breath has changed, it is completely different from that turtle. I can't tell your race, you are all monsters, and your breath..." He did not put After speaking, all the demons know the answer.
Qi Yin's breath was 10,000 times more terrifying than Fu Lan's.
Fulan's breath is gentle and clear, like a mountain after the rain, like the vast smoke and water encountered by stepping through the dense forest, safe and quiet. But Qi Yin's breath reminded them of the deep winter, when all kinds of grass were withered, and everything was silent. No one can survive in such a cold, Qi Yin is a ghost floating in the snow, covered with snow particles all over his body.
The white-haired man did not speak any more, and the Dawangzhai was silent. He seemed to be just a passerby, passing by their warm birthday banquet, and stopped by to beg for a drink. He probably didn't know the real cause of Fulan's death. He returned to Dawangzhai after nine deaths. Zhu Mingzang thought so, stood up from the keel throne, let go of his throat and laughed a few times, as if to break the silence in the village, but also as if he wanted to break A lingering unease.
He said: "You kid is really dead, and Wufangshan tried to kill Fulan, and I thought you were dead. Why did you come back now? Laozi sent a bunch of little demons to look for your traces, but Wufang's footsteps You are surrounded by walking corpses. Fortunately, you are back, no problem, boy, although you are a mortal, Dawangzhai will always be your home!"
"The road is long and time-consuming." Qi Yin said lightly.
He turned around, walked to the edge of a table, looked down at the table full of delicious food and wine, and said, "You guys seem to be very happy."
Zhu Mingzang smiled embarrassedly, "Qi Yin, we have worn filial piety for Fu Lan for seven days. The rules of the southern border are not as good as those in the mortal world, and wearing seven days of filial piety is an unprecedented gift. Although he is gone, our days will move forward. Look."
Qi Yin paced and walked slowly towards the burning oil pans in the middle. The fire roared, licking the bottom of the pot red. The roaring fire reflected on Qi Yin's expressionless face, but it did not warm his face. As he approached the frying pan, the demons were apprehensive and looked at each other a few times. The pot he walked towards was burning with human flesh, his arms and thighs were messed up, and the heads were stewed to a blur. Qi Yin stood beside him, glanced at it briefly, then stepped back and walked towards the next frying pan. The demons breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away their sweat. The atmosphere was as oppressive as iron, and weighed heavily on my heart. Zhu Mingzang gritted his teeth, and the veins on his forehead faintly burst.
"What about the fat cat? Why can't you see it?" Zhu Mingzang asked.
Qi Yin didn't answer this time, he stopped beside a frying pan and stared straight at the meat inside.
Inside were a few chickens, their hairs were cleanly plucked, and the tender meat was sizzling with oil.
He recognized them, and after removing the corpse, Fu Lan bought another basket of chickens. Every day before dawn, Qi Yin would get up to feed them, and Fu Lan would pick up the clear spring water on the mountain for them to drink. Fu Lan is good at raising chickens. Qi Yin has raised them herself before, but she can't keep them alive, but Fu Lan can feed every chicken big and fat. But they are now dead, and before they grow up, they are put into the frying pan.
He turned his head slowly, looked at Zhu Mingzang, and said, "You killed my brother and his chick."
Zhu Mingzang's eyelids twitched, and a wolf-like fierce light flashed in his eyes, "Qi Yin, where did you come from?"
Qi Yin stared at him silently, the man's eyes were as calm as a dry pool, and he could not clearly see any threat or killing intent, but it made Zhu Mingzang feel a sense of unease.
Zhu Mingzang no longer covered it up, his sinister eyes were full of murderous intent. He suppressed the turmoil in his heart, like suppressing a restless nightmare, and said: "How about it, Qi Yin, what kind of adventure have you had, have you become capable? Look at how you used to be, holding a knife You can hit yourself in the foot, but now you dare to challenge me?" He looked behind Qi Yin, "Bone-cutting sword, Gui Mei sword, what you are carrying are dead people's things. You need to use your father. Do you want to fight with me with your brother's relics? Very good, I will fight with you! Pull out your sword, pull out your sword, and let me see what you are capable of now!"
Qi Yin stood there and shook his head, "You don't deserve to fight them."
The veins on Zhu Mingzang's forehead jumped, and he shouted angrily, "Arrogant!"
"Your birthday banquet was well done, but it's a pity that you won't have another birthday."
Zhu Mingzang suddenly shortened his body, took a stance of a tiger, and held the iron fangs on his waist with his right hand. This is his saber, forged with the tusks of his father, and the saber of the patriarch of the wild boar forest in all dynasties. The blade is hard, the back is thick, and the surface is covered with hard steel, which can break down the giant mountain without any effort. He knows that Fu Lan's sword is very strong, and Qi Yuanwei's Gui Mei sword once drank the blood of demons, but Qi Yin is not them after all. Magic sword skills are far better than their own!
However, as soon as Qi Yin's voice fell, all the flames went out in an instant. The crimson lanterns on the trees, the kraft paper lanterns hanging on the dripping eaves, the candles with plum blossoms on the mat, and the crackling firewood in the oil pan were all extinguished. The stockade was pitch black, like sinking into a bottomless darkness. A knife light flickered from the Dragon Bone Throne, like a sharp electric light flashing away. It was Zhu Mingzang who drew out the knife, and the icy wind of the knife slashed out diagonally, and the killing intent came with the wind.
At the same time, all the demons screamed and turned into their original shape. Their hideous, pitch-black figures rapidly swelled in the moonlight, twisted, and swelled into giant blood-sucking beasts. On the ground, there were vaguely their tangled shadows, elongated and tangled together, looming in the shadows of the overlapping leaves, like vines growing wildly, spreading in the direction of Qi Yin.
The world was chaotic, like it was upside down and the world was spinning. Where the blade breaks the wind, murder is everywhere. The smell of blood appeared in the air, and the stench was pungent, arrogantly covering the aroma of wine and meat.
Zhu Mingzang was horrified to find that he had lost Qi Yin's trace. The man's breath was like water dripping into a river and disappeared without a trace. He roared loudly, calling out the other party's name, the end trembling, revealing his fear. where is that guy He wanted to kill the enemy, but he lost his goal. This is a battle situation he has never encountered. He quickly realized that he was wrong, Qi Yin was not a mortal, but a monster. Like a shark on the bottom of the sea, before killing someone, you hide yourself, hide in the dark, grind your teeth and suck blood, and then seize the opportunity to devour your opponent! Zhu Mingzang threw his sword in all directions, and the trajectory of the sword light was like a twisted lightning, but all of them were thrown into the air.
He had never been so frightened as today, even in the face of Fu Lan, he was able to draw the knife with anger and confidence. But he forgot that although Fu Lan was powerful, that big boy-like man had never had real hostility. And this ghost is terrifying and must see blood wherever it goes. He killed Fu Lan and recalled a ghost.
"Are you looking for me?" someone whispered behind his ear.
Frost hairs grew on his back, and Zhu Mingzang was startled and wanted to turn his knife back. But he found that he couldn't move, Binghua clambered up along his feet, climbed all the way up to his waist, and stopped just before his heart. The whole body was freezing cold, and the whole stockade seemed to have fallen from summer to winter in an instant. He quickly understood this technique, the Winter Technique in Wu Luo's secret technique, which can instantly condense the water in the air into ice, just like Fu Lan.
On the other side of the Dragon Bone Throne, someone picked up a lantern, and then, all the candles were relit one after another. Qi Yin stood there silently, the lantern illuminated half of his face, half bright and half dark, he remained expressionless, as indifferent as a statue. The lanterns illuminated one side of the world, except for the two of them, there was no one alive. There was a thin layer of ice on the ground, and all the demon leaders were dead, whether it was a golden scale python, a nine-tailed demon fox, or a nine-headed demon bird, all the demons had a bowl-sized gap in their chests. , but no blood was shed. Because the blood had formed a thin layer of blood frost, the corpse was frozen cold and stiff. Including those fleeing enchantresses, the colorful clothes covered their bodies like a gorgeous shroud. They were originally Fu Lan's concubines, but after Fu Lan died, they defected to Zhu Mingzang's command. These monsters are lying on top of each other, and they are even more intimate than before.
Qi Yin actually killed all the demons silently.
Zhu Mingzang looked around, ho ho sneered, "You have become stronger, Qi Yin. Did you give your own body to the evil ghost? There is always a price to be paid for becoming stronger. A monster like your brother. Look at your hair, look at your eyes, what do your fellow clan think of you when you look like this?"
Qi Yin looked at him silently.
"No, you have no father or mother, you are already a stray dog, what does it matter if you have the same clan?" Zhu Mingzang said viciously, "You made yourself like this to seek revenge on me? It's a pity that you found the wrong person. , do you think the real murderer who killed Fu Lan was me?"
"Who else?" Qi Yin asked in a low voice.
"It's you!" Zhu Mingzang roared, "Don't you understand? It's you, the bum. That fellow Fulan has never regarded himself as one of our kind. Anyway, we don't force it. He just needs to stay here in peace, hello. Feeding chickens and growing vegetables, this will always be his home. But he insists on going to the world, looking for you, a mortal son of a bitch, and even marrying you. If one day, there will be a disturbance between the world and the southern border, and you will blow it up again. Blowing the pillow wind, how would you expect him not to turn against each other?"
Qi Yin stood there, expressionless in his silver-gray eyes. To be looked at by such eyes, you will mistakenly think that you have fallen into hell. But Zhu Mingzang met those eyes without fear, gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Qi Yin, when did you think we were motivated to kill? It was the banquet where you went crazy on that day! You asked Fu Lan for marriage, Fu Lan Yes, he actually agreed to you! Lao Tzu's sister Liu Wee gave birth to a child for him, and he didn't even look at it. He only saw you as a mortal! Even they are in my camp. Qi Yin, you killed your brother, you are the culprit!"
The wind was quiet, and the man under the lights lowered his eyes, as if he was far away from the world.
Qi Yin was silent for a long time, and finally said: "You are right."
Zhu Mingzang was taken aback, but he didn't expect him to admit it.
"But you're wrong about one thing." Qi Yin walked towards him and pulled out the bone-cutting knife behind his back. "Your sister's children are not my brother's, they are the private children of the monsters next to your sister. My brother has never disclosed their identities, because Liu Wei is his nominal concubine anyway. If the truth comes out , according to your temper, I'm afraid you will kill the child of Liu Weed."
"It's impossible! It's that turtle who was so fascinated by you that he didn't pay attention to his own child. You bastard, you are going to ruin my sister's reputation!" Zhu Mingzang gritted his teeth.
"Believe it or not. Also, my brother has never regarded himself as your kind. That's because you never regarded him as your kind." Qi Yin stared at him coldly, "Zhu Mingzang, ask your Heart, what do you think of him? In your eyes, he is a sharp blade, a monster, a fool, not a fellow, not a comrade-in-arms. You never know him, the southern border is his hometown, and he participated in the demon civil war because he did not I hope the Jialing River will be stained with your dirty blood. He loves it here. When your fathers and brothers marched into Jiu Gai and annihilated the entire army, he used his life to fight the magic dragon. When he came back from a near-death, he cast a magic knife for you to seal Jiu Gai, He went to negotiate peace for you, but you stabbed a knife into his heart."
Zhu Mingzang stared at him, his eyes turning red, his teeth rattling.
"Now that he's dead, you think you've lost a scourge, a threat. You're wrong, you've lost your last barrier. There's one thing you probably don't know, the magic knife is different, the monsters have left Jiu Gai. They Where, maybe you know better than me." Qi Yin put the bone-cutting knife on Zhu Mingzang's neck, and the sharp blade cut through a shallow layer of oily skin.
Zhu Mingzang shouted: "Qi Yin, do you think Lao Tzu is afraid of you? If you have the ability, kill me!"
"No, you won't die, you will live a long time," Qi Yin cut off his head, "Do you know how the Bashan Temple punishes traitors? The witches cut off their heads and poured them into bronze pillars. Their hearts They are kept in the white jade letter of the eight treasures and buried under the bronze pillar. The white jade letter of the eight treasures keeps the heart alive, and they will not die. As long as the heart exists for one day, they will be embedded in the bronze pillar forever, and they will endure day by day. A day of torment and pain."
Zhu Mingzang's face finally showed panic, only to see Qi Yin draw a rune with his left hand, and his spiritual power followed the fingertips to create complicated runes. He no longer needed to use the cinnabar pen to draw talismans on the talisman paper, and the spiritual power poured out from his meridians, a steady stream. The cyan rune gradually took shape, and the flames like dragons and snakes spewed out. The oil pans and sword bees on the ground whispered and trembled, and then flew into the fire. The fiery flames melted all of them and merged into hot molten iron like lava.
"If you have the ability, you kill me! You kill me!" Zhu Ming hid and growled under Qi Yin's hands.
Holding his head, Qi Yin walked towards the village gate step by step, "There are no bronze pillars here, so I will pour molten iron on you at the gate of Dawang Village, and let you guard your southern border day and night. Zhu Mingzang, I will preserve your heart and let you see with your own eyes how the Southern Border falls and how it goes to perish."
"Brother!" A banshee stumbled over holding a swaddle and knelt down in front of Qi Yin. Qi Yin lowered her eyes and saw Liu Weidisi's cross-flowing face. She had just given birth and was still confinement, with red embroidered warm forehead tied on her forehead, her face as pale as paper. She threw herself at Qi Yin's feet and lifted the red cotton swaddle tremblingly. Inside is a small child, nestled inside and sucking his fingers.
"Brother, please, please let my brother go, he is all for the Southern Border!" Liu Wei said with tears, "Look at this child, look at the little clothes he wears, made by the king himself. You said that Jiangnan's fabrics are good. He specially bought them from the smugglers. After staying up for several nights, he sewed such beautiful little shirts. Brother, look at him, look at him, please look at For his face, he spared his uncle. My enemy has disappeared, and without my brother's care, our mother and I would not be able to survive!"
Qi Yin looked at the child silently, Xu Shiliuyu felt that he was a mortal, and specially transformed the child into a mortal baby. With a tender face like bamboo shoots, a round nose and a round mouth, he smiled at him with a pair of swarthy eyes. It's so beautiful, Qi Yin remembered that Fu Lan liked children, he promised Liu Weed to sew small clothes, picked up a lot of junk from the stilted building and carried it to the demon market outside the three mountains, in exchange for a chi head. He said that he was leaving, and he would not be able to come back in the future. He drew patterns and sewed clothes for the child day and night. He is always so nice, and everyone looks at him with cold eyes, secretly saying that he is a monster.
"You're sorry for him, stay weed." Qi Yin said.
He carried Zhu Mingzang's head and placed it at the door of Dawangzhai. The molten iron surged and poured over Zhu Mingzang's head. The pig demon roared in pain, and finally turned into a pitch-black statue. Like all the blue heads on the bronze pillars, his face was fixed into a miserable and hideous posture.
Qi Yin dug out the heart on his torso and put it into the eight-treasure white jade box. The turbid and dirty heart was beating heavily in the dark box. Liu Weed lay on the ground, crying against his head. Qi Yin finally looked back at the stilted building on the top of the mountain, which had been demolished by a group of demons, taking away all valuable and worthless things, leaving a skeleton, rags fluttering in the wind and the remaining blue tiles. The eaves are its dilapidated flesh and blood. Qi Yin swung out a spell, and the flames swallowed the wreckage of the Diaojiaolou.
When Yun Zhi and Qi Lingshu arrived, the stilted building had already burned down, and the ground was full of corpses of demons covered in frost flowers, broken tables, chairs, bowls and basins. Qi Lingshu recognized several of them, they were all leaders of the Southern Border tribe, and he had seen them during the great court meeting and the night banquet. He counted and found that all the twenty-seven chiefs of the twenty-eight tribes were here, and there was still one Zhu Mingzang from the Wild Boar Forest.
"Where is Zhu Ming hiding?" he asked.
"Here." Yun knew.
Qi Lingshu turned her face, Yun Zhi stood under the archway below the stone steps, and a banshee knelt down in front of a pitch-black cast iron head. The iron head was described as distorted, and it was vaguely discernible that it was Zhu Mingzang's distorted face. Yun Zhi tentatively said a few words to the banshee, but the banshee remained motionless and did not respond at all.
Qi Lingshu walked through the corpse pile, walked to him, frowned and said, "It's what he did."
"Nine times out of ten." Yun Zhi took out the blood compass and let him drip Qi Yin's blood, "Let's see which direction he goes, we have to hurry up."
"Don't look, I know where he will go next." Qi Lingshu said.
"where?"
Qi Lingshu closed his eyes and said solemnly, "No way."