On the second day, nothing was different.
Chu Xun has sent people to check whether the number of scarecrows in the city is enough, and each household has also begun to pack some pitiful burdens. After tonight, they will go out of the city to Putuo Mountain in order to take refuge in the morning under the arrangement of Chu Xun.
Mo Ran sat at the gate of the government office, looked at the crowd, and sighed: "Chu Xun's arrangement is well-planned, if no one informs, with the mind of ordinary ghosts, it is difficult to quickly identify that all the puppets left in the city are fake. Human. It seems that the person who leaked the secret really came out. Junior brother, what do you think?"
No one cares.
"Hey? Junior Brother?"
When the ink burned his head, the younger brother did not know when he walked to the side to see a row of cavalry ready to go. Instead, it was Chu Gongzi's son who came to him silently and sat with his cheeks supported.
"Big brother… "
Mo Ran was startled by his sudden appearance: "What's wrong?"
The little guy pointed to an old tung tree next to it, and there was a kite hanging loosely on it, and said inarticulately: "My mother left it for me, it flew up, but I can't take it down. Big brother help me? "
"It's easy to talk about." The ink burned lightly and flew up the treetops, took off the colorful butterfly kite, and then fell back to the ground steadily, handed the kite to him, and smiled, "Take it, don't throw it away again. already."
The little guy nodded ignorantly.
Mo Ran saw him swaying around alone, and wanted to come to Chu Xun and didn't have time to manage his son, so he asked him: "Where is your mother? There are so many people here, I will take you to your mother's place."
"Auntie? Auntie is in the back mountain."
The ink burned strangely: "What are you doing in the back mountain?"
"Sleep." The little guy opened his round eyes and said softly, "Auntie has been sleeping there. Flowers bloom in spring, and Dad often takes me to see her."
The ink burned lightly "ah" and was speechless for a while.
But the little guy didn't care. It seemed that because he was still young, he didn't understand the so-called life and death. He happily played with the kite in his hand, looked up at the ink, and suddenly rubbed over, and said crisply: "Brother, Thank you, I'll give you... I have something for you."
As he spoke, he took it out from his pocket, took out, took out, and took out a small cake wrapped in a reed leaf.
These days, all the people in Lin'an City are hungry and hungry, and they don't know how to save such a small snack. He twisted the cake in half, left the big one, and handed the small one to the ink.
"Big brother, you eat... shh, don't tell anyone, I don't have any more."
The ink burned just about to reach out to pick it up, the little guy suddenly changed his mind, thought about it, took the small piece back, and handed the big one to him.
"It's delicious, with bean paste."
This small move made Mo Ran's heart suddenly feel sour and warm. He has always been used to others treating him badly, but he doesn't know how to deal with the sudden good. He stretched out his hand to take the flower cake, and thanked him indifferently. The little guy looked very happy because of this, raised his face with a bright smile, and his dark eyelashes were curled and gentle.
The ink burned the flower cake and was reluctant to eat it, so he went to pick a tung leaf on the side, wrapped the flower cake, and put it in the lapel. I'm going to say a few more words to the little guy, but after all, the kid is a kid, he can't stay in one place for too long, he has already turned around and ran away.
At this time, Chu nightning came over and saw Mo Ran standing in a trance, he raised his brows slightly and asked: "What's wrong?"
Mo Ran looked at the back of the little guy, and sighed: "I'm thinking, so many people who are so good, why are they all dead."
It was night, the sky was overcast, and from time to time blue-purple thunder and lightning ripped apart the sky. In the second half of the night, the wind was gusty and desolate, and the torrential rain came.
Rain is yin, which will make the power of ghosts more powerful. So that night, Chu Xun asked all the survivors in Lin'an to gather near the prefect's mansion and not to take half a step out of the Shangqing barrier.
Due to the heavy rain, many places where people could barely sleep have been abandoned.
Mo Ran was able to keep an eye on Xiaoman's whereabouts at first, but as more and more people squeezed in to avoid the rain, Xiaoman disappeared without attention.
The ink burned in a low voice: "Not good."
Chu nightning was small, and immediately said: "I will chase after it."
After speaking, he dived into the crowd, and was immediately squeezed by the dense crowd rubbing shoulders and heels so that he couldn't see his back.
After a while, Chu nightning came back, his eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly: "Escape."
"Out of the barrier?"
"Um."
The ink burned and stopped talking, looking at the pouring rain outside, and the people in the prefect's mansion who were busy in the rain.
These are just illusions two hundred years ago, and everything has become a fait accompli.
But suddenly it felt a little desolate, and the women and children around them all had ardent hope on their faces, thinking that after the dawn of time, Chu Xun would take them away from this ghostly creature and take refuge in Putuo. In the heavy rain, the guards of the white-clothed and red pocket-sun are all doing their last defense wholeheartedly, preparing for the migration when dawn arrives.
They didn't know they were going to live long.
The night was getting deeper, and the people who had been noisy all fell asleep on each other's pillows.
Chu nightning and Mo Ran have no sleepiness. What they have to do is to kill the ghost king after he appears. Now that Xiaoman has run out of the barrier, the change must be tonight.
Mo Ran glanced at Chu nightning and said, "Go to sleep, I will wake you up if something happens."
Chu nightning said: "I'm not sleepy."
The ink burned his hair: "What to eat? I haven't eaten since I came here."
"I..." The word "not hungry" was replaced by silent swallowing after seeing the flower cake that Mo Ran took out.
The ink burned and handed the flower cake to him: "You eat it."
Chu nightning took the cake and broke it in half, the big one was burned by the ink, and the small one took it. Mo Ran stared blankly at his actions, and didn't know what he was thinking.
After taking a bite of the cake, Chu nightning suddenly hummed, and then asked: "This was bought in Taohuayuan? Why is the taste different from what I ate before?"
"What's wrong?"
"The scent of osmanthus is very strong."
The ink burned and smiled bitterly: "Really? This is what Chu Xun's son gave me, about the flavor of Lin'an."
"It's really the flavor of Lin'an." Chu nightning silently took a second bite, but his lips only opened a little, and he suddenly froze, as if he suddenly realized something, and the blood on his face suddenly faded.
"wrong!"
Chu night Ning suddenly got up, his eyes were wide open, and his face was extremely ugly.
The ink burned and didn't know what went wrong: "What's wrong?"
Chu nightning did not answer, but got up and came to the courtyard, looked around in the heavy rain, picked up a sharp stone with sharp edges and corners, and made a cut on his arm, and blood splattered all at once.
The ink burned and pulled him: "Are you crazy?"
Chu nightning stared at the bloodstains on his arms for a while, and looked up suddenly, with the electric light and flint in his eyes, extremely sharp: "Don't you know what happened?" He said sharply, "Someone wants to kill us!"
Blood trickled down his arm incessantly, and was washed into a pale pink by the rain.
In the rainstorm, Chu Wanning's face was pale and solemn, his dark eyebrows were very deep, and the raindrops were tightly seamed, making him soaked all over.
With a bang, the sky and thunder were broken, and the dark night that was illuminated in an instant was like day.
Mo Ran also reacted suddenly in this thunder, and couldn't help but take a step back.
He also knew what was wrong.
The so-called virtual realm, even if the things inside are real, they are all fake.
Pastries can't really taste good, and sharp tools can't really hurt people. In a word - nothing in the virtual world can have any effect on them.
"Someone made the virtual realm come true." Chu nightning said softly.
Realization of virtual reality is an extremely difficult technique to perform, also known as "the way of virtual reality". The one who is best at this kind of magic is the "Lonely Moon Night" among the ten sects. The purpose of this sect is "Hanging the pot to help the world, and the holy hand heals the heart". Virtualization. You must know that there are many people in the world who cannot accept the death of their relatives, and through the "virtual and real way", they can create a virtual environment in which the dead survive and accompany the living.
However, because this kind of real virtual environment is extremely difficult to control, usually only a short scene can be made. For example, drinking with an old friend, sleeping together, etc., at most one thing.
However, the virtual realm created by the Feathermen is huge and voluminous, it lasts for a long time, and it involves a lot. If you want to realize all these, I am afraid that the head of Gu Yueye may not be able to do it himself.
Mo Ran immediately thought of a person, thinking - could it be the fake gouchen in Jincheng Lake before
However, before he could think deeply, he suddenly heard a strange sound in the sky.
The sleepers woke up like frightened birds, looked around with frightened haggard eyes, and they saw the sky.
There was a long silence, and the screams erupted like water splashing from boiling oil.
The crowd fled, but found nowhere to go, screams everywhere. There was a crack in the sky, and a huge blood-red ghost eye was shining above the enchantment.
The eyes were so close that they almost touched the opening of the barrier.
A turbid and cold voice rumbled: "Chu Xun, you are so courageous, you are a mere mortal body, and you actually want to fool this seat."
The ink burned and muttered: "It's the ghost king..."
There are nine kings in the ghost world, and the mana is far from each other. At this time, he has not yet appeared, and he does not know which king he is. There was only that bloody eyeball in the sky, staring at the mansion below: "It's too absurd! Ridiculous mortals—you want to save them? I-I will kill the whole city! No chickens and dogs!"
With a scream, a dazzling red light burst out from the center of the ghost's eye, slashing straight towards the Shangqing enchantment!
In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, and the gold and red were connected! In the violent storm, sand and rocks were flying, the trees in the courtyard were shattered, and the people under the barrier were in a mess, hugging their heads and crying, and howling.
The Shangqing enchantment resisted the first attack, but then another red light fell and hit the same position again. The enchantment held the heavy machine again, but cracks appeared.
"Beyond one's own strength - really hateful!!!"
Bunch after bunch of red light crashed down, bursting out clusters of fireworks. Seeing that the enchantment is about to crack, Chu nightning knows that it is not good - since this virtual realm has been realized, then the opponent's attack is no different from the world. If the move falls, I am afraid that both myself and the ink will die in the virtual realm!
Chu nightning thought, the fingers are already shining with golden light.
If you make a big move at this time, your identity will be seen through by the ink, but there is no other way to do it. I am about to summon Tianwen to make a quick decision. Suddenly, a splendid beam of brilliance was like a sharp feather arrow, piercing the sky and piercing the clouds, and pierced the barrier at the place where the barrier collapsed!
When everyone looked back, they saw Chu Xun stepping on the rain on the roof of Wa Meng's house.
He held a phoenix-headed Konghou in his arm, and plucked the strings of the Konghou with his fingertips. The sound of the piano rang sharply, like the cracking of a golden stone, and the beams of Huaguang were pulled out and gathered in the sky. Only in an instant, the originally precarious supernatant barrier was re-reinforced.
"It's the son!"
"Son!"
The people below shouted and cried with joy. Chu Xun fought against the ghost king's eye technique, and he was not at a disadvantage. In the blink of an eye, he walked through a hundred moves, and the ghost king could not get close to the enchantment by half an inch.
The cold voice in the air grew darker.
"Chu Xun, with your ability, no one can hurt you if you run for your life, why are you meddling with your own business and becoming an enemy of my ghost world!"
"Your Excellency wants to hurt the citizens of Lin'an, why do you gossip about it?"
"Ridiculous! Ghosts always feed on the souls and spirits of strangers. My family devours souls, just like you eat meat and vegetables. What's the difference! When you die, you will see clearly!"
Chu Xun answered freely, and his piano continued to play: "Then see if your Excellency has the ability to take my head."
In the middle of the words, the sound of the chords getting more urgent, tending to be high-pitched, and finally, the light of the dragon was shining, reflecting the sky, and piercing the bloody eye in the rainy night!
"what!!!"
The terrifying roar made the world tremble.
That eye was burned by Chu Xun's technique, and the stench of blood splashed everywhere. Under the anger of the opponent, a beam of light that was several times stronger than before slashed and fell from the blood and rain. Chu Xun threw his sleeves to block, but this blow was a violent slash by the ghost king. Under the two sides' competition, Chu Xun was shaken back by the air wave, and the sound of the strings in his hands was stagnant.
"Son!"
"Cracks! There are cracks! The barrier is about to be broken!"
"Mother-Mother-"
The crowd of porridge and porridge was panic-stricken, with relatives crying and hugging together, while the lonely ones curled up in the corner and shivered.
Chu Xun clenched his silver teeth and his eyes were like torches, but he was unwilling to give up easily. During the difficult stalemate, suddenly there was a light on the left and right sides. He turned his eyes slightly and saw that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had come up to him, and the golden light and the red light source were rushing continuously, and they converged and merged with him, and sealed the enchantment again.
A ferocious roar erupted from the sky.
The ghost eyes disappeared.
The three fell to the ground, and the stench of blood in the sky continued for a while, before slowly returning to transparent rain.
Chu Xun looked pale, and bowed to the two of them: "Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome." Mo Ran waved his hand, "You take a rest, your face is so ugly."
Chu Xun nodded, he had indeed consumed a lot of mana, so the ink burned and helped him to rest under the corridor. The people who were just panicked were very grateful to see that Young Master Chu had filled the gaps and saved them from the fire and water. They gathered around, and there were even those who handed water and clothed themselves.
Someone said, "Young Master Chu, your clothes are soaking wet. Go to the fire and bake it."
Chu Xun thanked them one by one, but because he was really tired, he really didn't want to move around, so he declined the invitation of the other party. Those people were not discouraged, they simply came over with some pine branches, and raised a fire pit beside Chu Xun.
The surroundings gradually quieted down, except for the sound of crackling and popping between the fires. Suddenly, a city citizen asked him, "Young Master, we arranged so carefully, how could the ghost king see through it? Alas, what should we do?"
"Yeah yeah."
"How do you know we're going to move out? The son clearly said that this ghost can't distinguish between puppets and living people, what's going on... Could it be..." The voice of the speaker gradually softened, and he turned to steal What Chu Xun glanced at. Obviously, he wanted to say if Chu Xun made a mistake, or if Chu Xun didn't figure it out.
This look was seen by the white-clothed guards in the prefect's mansion, and someone immediately frowned and said angrily: "What are you thinking! There must be someone who leaked the rumors and let the ghost king know!"
The man muttered: "Who would go and tell the ghosts the news? It won't do any good..." But seeing that everyone around him was glaring at him, he stopped talking angrily.
After a while of silence, someone asked:
"Sir, that ghost old man will definitely not give up, what should we do next?"
Chu Xun was very tired and didn't open his eyes, but he still said in a warm voice: "It's good to survive until dawn. After dawn, go out of the city first, and they can't do anything during the day."
"But there are so many of us, old and young, and some injured, can we make it to Putuo Mountain in one day?"
Chu Xun said warmly: "Don't worry, you all rest. Tomorrow you can just hurry, and I will think of the way."
The young master has always been protecting them. Since he said so, everyone complied, and a child came over, holding a small piece of hemp candy for Chu Xun to eat. Chu Xun opened his eyes shallowly, touched his hair with a smile, and was about to say something when a guard suddenly ran over in a panic, shouting, "Young Master! Young Master is not good!"
"What's wrong?"
"Little Young Master, Young Master—Xiaoman—Outside the City God Temple—" The man was obviously greatly stimulated, but he was unable to utter a whole sentence. He stammered, and suddenly fell to his knees and cried. stand up.
Chu Xun stood up suddenly, and the trace of blood that still existed disappeared, and ran towards the heavy rain.