Back then, Lin'an City was in the midst of war, and the ground was covered in blood, and there were broken walls and ruins all around. Under the suffocation of the ghosts and miasma, the grass in the suburbs was exhausted, and the trees were withered.
Before the ink burned, he heard a strange sound. He raised his head and saw a pair of fresh intestines hanging on a remnant branch of an old locust not far away, and more than ten black crows were pecking around. , blood droplets and meat dregs continued to splash down.
Under the tree, the corpse of a middle-aged man was lying down, his abdomen was torn open by sharp claws, and the blood and organs flowed all over the floor. No one can know whether he died with his eyes open or closed, his eyes have been pecked out.
In such a scene, Mo Ran is not unfamiliar.
In his previous life, he traversed the world and slaughtered the seventy-two cities of the Confucianism Sect. At that time, blood was floating in the pestle, and the corpses were all over the place. It was also such a tragic situation.
But for some unknown reason, the blood in his previous life made him so happy, and every flesh and blood in his body screamed wantonly. However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a similar tragic situation, and he felt a layer of pity in his heart... Could it be that he has been pretending to be obedient for a long time, but he has gradually changed his sex unknowingly
As he was thinking about it, he heard the sound of horse hooves, and there was a cloud of dust in front of him.
In such a chaotic world, those who can still gallop on their horses are probably not good birds.
Mo Ran immediately pulled Chu Wanning and took him behind him, but the old road of Lin'an was empty and there was no place to hide. In the blink of an eye, a group of light cavalry appeared in the vast dust and smoke, and only after a closer look did they realize that the horses were not strong. Some were so hungry that their ribs were clearly visible. There were more than ten people sitting on the horses, pressing their bridles.
Those people wore the uniform white background rolled Zhu Jin clothes, with red and white feathers on their heads, and the eyebrows were tied with the double dragon strangling the forehead ring. Although their clothes are not very clean, they are very neat, and although their faces are extraordinarily thin, they are still in good spirits. What is even more rare is that all of them are holding a strong bow, and their backs are full of arrows.
In the troubled times of beacon fire and wolf smoke, two things are most valuable: food, and weapons.
They are obviously not ordinary people.
Ink burning is not knowing whether the comer is good or evil, enemy or friend. But I heard one of the fourteen or fifteen-year-old teenagers screaming: "Dad! Daddy!"
The young man stumbled off the horse with a thud, fell into the soil, and tumbled to the ground again, stumbled and ran towards the bottom of the tree, pounced on the dead middle-aged man, and burst into tears: "Daddy Daddy!"
Others also showed pity, but they had obviously seen too many lives and deaths, so many that they were even a little numb, so apart from the young man who caressed the corpse and cried bitterly, no one else dismounted to persuade him.
Someone noticed Mo Ran and Chu Wanning not far away, stunned for a moment, and asked in the thick Mandarin of Lin'an: "Aren't you locals?"
The ink burned: "Yes, ... we came from Shu."
"It's so far?" The man was taken aback, "In this world, you are all ghosts at night, how did you survive?"
"... I know some spells." Mo Ranxin knew that if he said more, he would lose it. Seeing that these people were not malicious, he pulled Chu Wanning out of the conversation. "This is my brother. We passed by here and couldn't walk anymore. I want to take a break."
When the people in the cavalry met Chu Wanning, some of them seemed to be slightly stunned, and two of them whispered.
The ink burned alertly: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." The leader of the youth said, "Seriously. You should rest in the city. Don't see that there are no monsters here. If it's night, there will be ghosts everywhere. Xiaoman's adoptive father goes out during the day. I was looking for something to eat, but it rained heavily yesterday, and I didn't have time to come back before dark, so don't you think..." He sighed heavily and didn't say any more.
It turned out that Xiaoman was the boy who was crying bitterly, and it was his adoptive father who died under the tree. This kind of thing always happens in troubled times. A family goes out to find food for himself. The person who is good in the morning goes out and never comes back at night.
Although I knew that this had happened two hundred years ago, the young man was crying so hard that he was about to cry blood.
However, after the slight astringency, there was a sudden shock.
In the past life, there was no blood in the murder, why did you gradually soften your heart
Immediately took Chu Wanning and bid farewell to the young man.
The person in the lead said: "You have entered Lin'an City, find a place to live first. Lin'an is about to move the whole city to Putuo, where there is a lot of spiritual energy and has not been attacked by ghosts yet. You are all alone, why don't you join us? Walk together."
"Move the whole city?"
"Yeah." The man said this, his eyes were burning, and his face seemed to be radiating light, "Thanks to Mr. Chu's good strategy, all the young and old in the city can save their lives. Don't say it, don't say it. Now, we have to look around the suburbs before dark to see if there are any survivors who can take them back to the city—oh, Xiaoman, let’s go, let’s go.”
He called Xiaoman, but Xiaoman was still crying while holding his adoptive father's body, without looking back.
Mo Ran sighed, pulled Chu Wanning, and whispered: "Let's go. Let's go to the city."
Chu nightning nodded, and suddenly asked: "You said that they moved the whole city, did they succeed or not?"
The ink burned his cool and tender hand and said: "Do you want to listen to the truth or lie?"
"Naturally listen to the truth."
"It's better for children to listen to lies."
Chu nightning said: "They did not walk."
"Yes." Mo Ran said, "Look, you know what the truth is, but you have to ask again, as if asking me once, the ending can change."
Chu nightning ignored him and continued to ask: "Do you know why they didn't make it?"
"Look at you asking me again, I'm not an old goblin who has lived for two hundred years, how do I know that."
Chu nightning was silent, and after a while, he said gloomily: "The people in Lin'an City for two hundred years are almost dead."
Ink burning: "..."
Chu nightning said: "I didn't escape a few."
"No, Junior Brother, you are young, how do you know everything?"
Chu night Ning gave him a white look: "Elder Yuheng has said it more than once in the old history, you don't listen in class, but instead ask me why it's so clear, it's really hateful."
The ink burned a little speechless, and I thought that I was distracted in my teacher's class. He hasn't scolded me yet. What do you scold me for, but think about it, I still don't have the same knowledge as a child, let him be happy.
The two walked while talking, and before they knew it, they passed the city gate and came to the main city of Lin'an. This ancient city standing on the bank of the Qiantang River has a fortified wall and clear fields, and the exorcism fortifications are all over the wall and the city edge.
There are countless corpses piled up outside the city, all covered with the curse marks of evil spirits. If such corpses are not handled, they will be corpses at night.
Taking advantage of the midday sun, the Taoists came out and sprinkled incense ashes. For the kind of curse marks that were particularly deep, they were all dipping them in cinnabar and drawing talismans to disperse them.
There were two guards standing in front of the city gate to reject the horse. They were dressed exactly like the group of young people I had just seen outside the city. They were also white with red piping, double dragons strangling their foreheads, their arms were bows, and their backs were full of quivers.
"Stop, who?"
The ink burned and explained it again according to the words just now. The two guards did not intend to stop people from entering, but to make a registration, so after recording the two of them on the record, they let them in.
Before leaving, the ink burned and remembered the "Chu Gongzi" mentioned by the riding boy just now. Since that person said that Lin'an moved the city, it was a good idea to entrust "Chu Gongzi", so the key to cracking the virtual formation should be here. Master Chu.
"Sorry, I want to ask you about someone." Mo Ran said.
The guard raised his eyes: "You come from Shu, do you still know anyone?"
The ink burned and said with a smile: "No, it's a few soldiers who met on the road just now. He mentioned a son named Chu and said that he would take the whole city to move to Putuo in two days. I don't know who this son of Chu is? I'm going to learn a little bit of magic, and if I can, I want to take the lead."
The guard looked at him back and forth. Xu felt that Mo Ran could bring a little baby to come here unscathed for thousands of miles. He should have some ability, and said: "Chu Gongzi is the eldest son of the prefect. The ghost king came a month ago. The prefect unfortunately died, and after that, it was the young master who was leading us to defend against the enemy."
"The prefect's son?" Mo Ran and Chu nightning glanced at each other, and the ink burned and said, "It's strange, does the prefect son also know magic?"
"What's so strange!" The guard glanced at the ink, "Do you allow the sect to cultivate, and not allow the mortal to cultivate?"
"… "
There are scattered cultivators, but they never become a climate.
The ink burns the heart, is it that the Chu Gongzi's half-bucket of water is swaying, and the blind idea has killed the lives of the people in Lin'an City
But according to the guard's instructions, walking to the prefect's house, Mo Ran immediately found that he was wrong. The young master who happened to have the same surname as his master was obviously not a three-legged cat kung fu.
Because he saw the supernatural enchantment.
The Shangqing Barrier is a very powerful purification barrier that can block all evil spirits within the range. As long as this barrier is open, let alone ordinary ghosts, even a thousand-year-old ghost can hardly step into it.
However, the protective range of this kind of enchantment must be attended by the caster as an eye. And the area covered is very small, even a great master like Chu Wanning can only use the upper clear enchantment to cage half of the dead.
At this moment, the Chu son two hundred years ago, created a Shangqing enchantment covering a ten-mile radius of the prefect's mansion. Although it is far less than that of Chu Wanning, it is by no means comparable to ordinary people.
The two walked to the door of the prefect's house. Mo Ran originally wanted to try their luck, and let someone inform them that a monk asked for help, to see if the prefect would like to meet him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned a corner, he saw three long queues at the entrance of the prefect's mansion. Six waitresses dressed the same as the guard cavalry posed in thick wooden barrels. Hundreds of old and weak women and children with yellow faces and skinny muscles gathered in front of the palace, leading the porridge and rice in turn.
After receiving the porridge, they all came under a begonia tree in front of the house. Under the flower tree stood a man in white, with long black hair loosely bundled into a bundle. He was handing out one after another of the drawn talismans to everyone, and he carefully warned them about the things they needed to pay attention to.
He turned his back to the ink, so he couldn't see his appearance.
However, those who received the talisman said gratefully to him: "Many thanks to the great kindness and great virtue of the young master Chu, many thanks to the great kindness and great virtue of the young master Chu..." The chattering disappeared.
So this is the grandfather of the prefect
Mo Ran was curious, and took the younger brother to look around.
With just one glance, the ink burned and the eyes opened round, like five thunders—
This, isn't this Chu nightning? ?
Not to mention that it is burning, even Chu nightning himself was stunned, and he looked at the end of the team from a distance. The prefect Chu Gongzi had a clear face, sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, but the curvature of the nose bridge was very soft, even in the white clothes. Very similar to myself!
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
After being stiff for a long time, the ink burned and said tremblingly: "Junior Brother."
"Um."
"Do you think... this Young Master Chu looks extraordinarily like a person?"
Chu night Ning dryly: "Like elder Yuheng."
The ink burned the thigh: "Isn't it! What's going on? Who is this person? What is the relationship with the master?"
"...you ask me, how do I know."
"Aren't you serious about listening to the class?" The ink burned in a hurry.
"I won't talk about it in this class." Chu nightning was very angry.
The two of them stopped talking again, lined up in the queue, and slowly moved forward, both staring at the young master.
Looking closely, in fact, Young Master Chu and Chu Wanning don't look the same. The face of this son is more gentle and elegant, the eyes are not so long and narrow, the pupils are warmer, and the eyes are much softer than that of Chu Wanning.
The ink burned and looked at it, suddenly "hey", and looked down at the little brother again.
"You let me take a good look."
"Why..." Chu nightning couldn't help but feel guilty and turned his face away.
The ink burned to see him hiding, and he became more and more reluctant. He reached out and pinched his face, forcing him to turn back. He watched for a while, suddenly realized something, and murmured, "Oops."
Chu night Ning Qiang calmed down: "What, what's wrong?"
Mo Ran squinted his eyes: "It's no wonder that you were just outside the city. Those people would whisper to you when they saw you. I suddenly found out that you look a bit like the master."
"..."
Chu nightning was busy breaking away from him, but the tip of his ear turned red: "nonsense."
"But it's strange, why those guards can see it at a glance, but I can't think of it for a long time?"
Chu nightning: "..."
Just as he was at a loss for understanding, suddenly there was a crisp sound, and a childish voice called out, "Dad."