The two of them were very close, almost half an arm's distance apart.
Qi Yin was so terrified, she froze in place and didn't dare to move. The witch corpse didn't move, no movement. Qi Yin swallowed and wanted to call Fu Lan, but he was afraid that this thing would be startled and cause it to violently hurt people. He stared at the black shadow, reached behind him and touched the spell, and found that he was not around. The cold sweat broke down, and she groped around, Qi Yin looked at the black shadow again, but still did not move.
Just don't move, he likes to keep his corpse safe. A little relieved, he stepped back a little, and continued to search on the ground. When his fingers touched the Qiankun bag, his heart was overjoyed, and he quietly took out the Gui Mei sword, placed it behind his waist, and took out the lamp talisman, which lit it up with a swish. Immediately, the room lit up, and the black shadow also appeared. It turned out to be just a bronze floor-standing candlestick. He touched the bronze pole into a human hand. With a sigh of relief, Qi Yin turned her head inadvertently, only to see a witch corpse squatting beside him, its dark mouth open, almost the size of a washbasin.
And his head is facing this black mouth, as if it will be swallowed in the next moment.
He jolted and woke up. It turned out to be just a nightmare, he touched his forehead and was dripping with cold sweat. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that there was still a dark room in front of him. There was silence, no sound, like a forgotten corner of the world. His heart hung up again, and he reached out to touch the lamp talisman, but a cold hand stretched out from the back of his neck and covered his mouth. Qi Yin trembled and subconsciously wanted to elbow, the person behind him whispered, "It's me."
It's Fulan! His eyes finally got used to the darkness, and looking at him in the shadows, he seemed to be cold like autumn frost. The black cat also woke up, with green eyes glowing in the dark.
Qi Yin immediately understood that there was a situation, and Fu Lan made a silent gesture, held his head, and made him crawl to the window. Gently poking a hole in the window screen, Qi Yin leaned over to take a look, and suddenly gasped.
The forest outside the window was full of people, and in the gloomy moonlight, the masks of white deer were looming. In the darkness, there are many figures, their heads are moving, and the number is still increasing, and it seems that they are approaching their wooden house. The gods and witches who were clearly dead during the day were all gathered around the hut at this moment. They surrounded the wooden house like iron barrels, stomped stiffly in the dark, and didn't know what to do.
Qi Yin stepped back with a numb scalp, and said in a low voice, "It's over, the ancestors have appeared. What do you think they are here for? Will they just say hello in a friendly way and ask if we have eaten?"
"What you said makes sense," said the black cat, "then they would say that it was a coincidence that they didn't eat it, so they put up a big cauldron and cooked us all."
"The taste of these ancestors is too heavy. I didn't take a bath yesterday." Qi Yin asked.
"Xiao Yin, do you still remember how to fight?" Fu Lan asked.
"Remember," Seeing what his brother meant, he wanted to kill him hard, and Qi Yin's hands trembled a little, "What, listen to the heartbeat of the sword."
"Yes, that's right," Fu Lan said softly, "remember, don't get too close to me, but don't get too far from me. Hold your sword and follow my footsteps. Kill everything that comes close to you. Lose."
The temperature in the air dropped suddenly, as if from early summer to winter. Under Fu Lan's feet, ice flowers formed creaking, and the branches spread to the surroundings. Qi Yin knew that he used Wu Luo's secret method, and from now on, everything around him would be frozen. Fu Lan raised her eyes, and the swaying figure was reflected on the screen window, as if a hundred ghosts were walking silently through the dark night.
Fu Lan pulled out the scabbard, and Gu Han's sword light sank into the wooden wall. At the same time, the thin wall was torn apart, and the witch corpse behind was shattered into powder. Fu Lan was like a cold blade of light, cutting through the swirling sawdust and cutting into the group of corpses in the dark night. At the same time, the corpse of the witch rushed towards Fu Lan from all directions, like a tide pooling together, but the moment his fingers were about to touch his sleeve, it froze into pale ice, and then the sword light flashed, and all the ice cubes shattered.
Qi Yin's teeth were rattling from the cold, and one person and one cat rolled along the path cut out by Fu Lan and ran into the wood forest. Once Fu Lan's Wuluo secret method is used, all creatures in the surrounding area will be obliterated. Qi Yin couldn't get too close to him, or he would be frozen into an ice man. Fu Lan eliminated most of the corpses, but there were still corpses scattered around. When they found Qi Yin, a soft persimmon, they turned around and rushed towards him like a hungry wolf.
The Guiming Sword roared out of its sheath, like an arc of cold moon flying into the dark night. Qi Yin transformed into three sword shadows, each passing through the chests of the three witch corpses. Frost sealed half of the corpse's body, and the sword shadow flew back. As soon as Qi Yin was about to turn around, the three corpses shook their hands and feet and climbed up again.
"Your uncle! Why can't I kill the things I encounter every time!" Qi Yin shouted, looking back at Fu Lan, the guy threw out the arc of the knife and smashed the corpse tide that rushed towards him again. Pieces of meat and bones were swirling like rain, falling with a crackle. Qi Yin shouted, "How can my brother kill them?"
"Because your brother directly smashed them into scum, can you!" The black cat slapped his shoulders.
"I can be smashed to pieces by them!"
"Run!" the black cat yelled.
Qi Yin ran with Fu Lan, and there were long shadows of witch corpses all around, and enemies were everywhere. Seeing that there are far more corpses than the few corpses they saw during the day, all the gods and witches who dared to love Bashan gathered here. Qi Yin hugged his head and ran away, Jian Ying shuttled around him, he shouted loudly, "Brother, where are we going!"
Fu Lan's brows were furrowed, and the small fish flew in the forest, and the forest was full of corpses. There are too many. They only have two people and one cat. To be precise, he is the only one who can really fight. They can't last for an hour. Suddenly, Xiaoyu flew into the gable of the temple, and the marble pavilions came into view. Fu Lan made a decisive decision and said, "Go to the temple!"
Everyone turned around, Fu Lan opened the way, and the vines and vines were smashed where the knife light passed, and the corpse of the witch was turned into powder. Qi Yin separated the sword shadow and cut off the legs of the witch corpse. Although they couldn't kill them, at least they couldn't continue to pursue them.
The two ran while fighting, and the corpse of the witch jumped from the thick vines to Qi Yin from time to time. Qi Yin gritted her teeth to avoid it, so she didn't get caught. They entered the temple first, everyone closed the door, and Fu Lan and Qi Yin drew talismans on the door panels and set up a talisman enchantment.
The walls here are so thick that those witch corpses can't break in easily. Sure enough, the witch corpse quickly caught up, shaking the red lacquered wooden door, and clapping countless palms on the miserable white window screens, but couldn't get in. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Qi Yin wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and said, "What are these things, his grandma's, he's still uneasy after being dead for so long, it's become a thousand-year-old old man!"
"I can't hear their breathing and heartbeat." Fu Lan whispered.
"What the hell?" Qi Yin was horrified. Could it be a zombie? I heard that this thing will grow hair and corpse when it encounters the vitality of a stranger. But they didn't get up until the night. Could it be because they were getting older, with old arms and legs, that they were slow to react
There was a lot of noise outside, but Fu Lan turned a deaf ear and looked around with a lamp talisman. This is the White Deer Hall of the Bashan Temple. The huge White Deer statue is located in the center of the temple, still with flower antlers and a white body. The statues here are different from those in the tombs. The statues have their heads lowered slightly and their eyelids drooping, as if they are looking down on all the living beings who come to see it.
Qi Yin sat on the ground to rest, and patted the leg of the god statue, "Hey, we meet again, Great God Bailu. Why do you think it's not good every time we meet? I don't know if it's my back or the You are a total jerk."
The black cat patted his dog's head with his paw, "Stinky boy, don't make rude words to the Great God Bailu because the witch curse is useless to you. Since the Great God has been resurrected, he may hear what you say in front of his statue. Be careful of his old man. When you get angry, I will slap a villain and curse you." After speaking, the black cat clawed on the crack of the door and looked out, "How did these witches die? If I don't understand this, the old man will always feel uneasy."
When it said so, Qi Yin's heart also went up and down. The gods and witches discovered during the day were all fleeing the temple, indicating that there must be something extraordinary in the temple. The gods and witches serve the great god all their lives. Although the god is already dead, they will never give up the temple until the critical moment. What happened in the temple, made them all run away like drowning dogs, and died on the way.
If the legend is to be believed, the last generation of great witches, Zhu Wushou, summoned evil spirits, and the evil spirits slaughtered the temple. How powerful does this evil ghost have to be to kill all the gods and witches. More importantly... Qi Yin looked around, "Master Cat, the evil ghost you mentioned shouldn't stay here, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a "giggling" laughter sounded above the pitch-black palace. The laughter echoed in the hall, making the scalp tingle.
The black cat jumped over, patted Qi Yin's mouth with one paw, and said, "Xiao Yin, close your crow's mouth!"
"Your uncle," Qi Yin drew out his sword, "who the hell is laughing there?"
It was so dark that Fu Lan couldn't see anything. They only had a dozen spells, and in order to save the amount, only Fu Lan lit the lamp amulets. Judging the direction of the sound, it should be emitted from the dome. Fu Lan twisted the lamp talisman with two fingers, and the talisman floated in the air, slowly flying upwards. The palace is towering, and the dim light slowly dispels the darkness and shines on the beams. A pale face the size of half a slap appeared in the darkness, and it disappeared in a flash, and the laughter stopped.
There are ghosts everywhere in this ghost place. Qi Yin scolded and asked, "Did you see it?"
"I see," said the black cat. "Someone is hiding on top. We just checked the bottom and forgot to check the beams!"
"Brother, do you think it's a human or a ghost?" Qi Yin asked in a low voice. After all, he is a person who has entered the tomb of the gods. He is not afraid of demons, nor is he afraid of mortals who are scheming.
"I can't see it." Fu Lan closed his eyes and listened carefully, the surroundings were silent, "I can't hear it either."
The black cat grabbed Qi Yin's neck and said, "Wa'er, you are half a bull's nose anyway, didn't that old thief in Qing style teach you to hunt ghosts?"
"Teach me a fart, Feng Huanshan only taught me how to fight fake fights, plagiarize my brother's Taoism, and break into other people's forbidden places!" Frightened more, but not so frightened, Qi Yin put the sword behind him and said, "It doesn't matter. , since you are here, you must meet and greet. There are already so many ancestors outside, and this is the only one, don't be afraid. Brother, let's go up and say hello to the ancestors!"
As he said that, he was about to climb up with the pillar in his arms, and the laughter suddenly sounded from all around. This time, there were far more than one person, men and women, old and young, laughing in groups, one after another, noisily. This seemingly empty dark palace actually seems to have many people hiding in the dark, covering their mouths and snickering.
Qi Yin froze.
These raunches are not only good at scaring people, but also good at punching him in the face!
Fu Lan was holding the lamp talisman, and the talisman light burned across the stone pillars and beams on the temple, and the pale faces lit up one by one. His face was covered with a lot of white powder, as stiff as cardboard. Their cheeks quivered slightly, and they giggled spasmically.
Fu Lan only glanced at it and said, "It's not a person."
Needless to say, Qi Yin also knew that someone's face would look like a pot. Qi Yin was terrified, she had known that she had asked for a peace charm in the temple before, but this time it was a goddamn hell.