Xu Xingzhi collapsed in the arms of Jiuzhi Deng, and all the clothes on his upper body fell to his waist. There were sweat beads on the muscle lines, but the body temperature was gradually losing.
He whispered, "… the Silver Ring Snake Mark."
The Crow Nation ghosts have always been good at spell formation, including the "snake mark" trick. "Snake seal" is further divided into golden ring snake seal and silver ring snake seal. The former light is pale blue, the body of the middle person is scorching hot, and the meridians will suffer from the pain of fire; the silver-ringed snake seal is fire-colored, once it is hit, the whole body is like ice, and the blood is frozen.
Although Xu Xingzhi suppressed it when the curse entered his body, the ghost cultivator obviously did his best for this blow. No matter how hard Xu Xingzhi tried to force him back, he would inevitably suffer from a cold prison.
There is another feature of this method, which is very strange: once the curse imprint is formed and the target is locked, it must be penetrated into the body of the target. Even if Xu Xingzhi shot and killed the ghost repairer in time, the curse imprint would still fall on Jiuzhideng. .
Only by taking this for him, could Jiuzhideng escape the catastrophe.
Jiuzhideng's throat was slightly choked, and he felt remorse: "Senior brother, I shouldn't be so careless..."
"What's the use of saying this now?" Xu Xingzhi gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiuzhideng's shoulders tightly, panting, his lips faintly purple, "What are you taking off your clothes for? Put clothes on for me. good."
Meng Chongguang couldn't hold back his emotions, and a faint brilliance came from his palm: "Senior brother, you lie down here, I'll spell the spell for you..."
Xu Xingzhi grabbed half of his body and slapped Meng Chongguang's hand away with a slap: "Let Zhou Beinan know that I was injured because of this little scoundrel? I have to be laughed at by him for the rest of my life!"
Jiuzhideng's body trembled, as if he had realized something, biting his lips without saying a word.
Meng Chongguang clenched his teeth tightly: "Don't you care about your own body at all?"
However, Xu Xingzhi was uncharacteristically, and it was rare to be so resolute: "Where does all this nonsense come from? Help me put on my clothes! Remember it all for me, no one is allowed to tell others about my injury, and it will be counted when it is exposed. It's gone!"
The sound of the altar bursting just now was shocking in this claustrophobic space. Just as Xu Xingzhi fastened his belt, Zhou Beinan took a Danyang Peak disciple and flashed out of a passage: "… What was the sound just now?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned on the edge of a slightly larger altar stone and said with Erlang's legs crossed: "I forgot to take away the Gu worms of the ghost clan, I was shocked."
Zhou Beinan laughed: "Xu Xingzhi, you are not afraid of ghosts, why are you afraid of insects?"
Xu Xingzhi leaned back and said disdainfully, "If you were almost eaten by ants when you fainted from hunger when you were young, you might be more afraid than me."
Zhou Beinan didn't want to remind Xu Xingzhi of his childhood, so he coughed lightly, narrowed his smile a little, and changed the subject: "Why don't you look so good?"
Xu Xingzhi asked, "Don't you think it's cold here?"
Zhou Beinan said contemptuously, "You are so false."
Xu Xingzhi picked up a stone and smashed it at Zhou Beinan: "Fumbling. If you have time to fight with me, why don't you go and see if there are any fish that slip through the net."
After some searching, the group confirmed that none of these disturbing ghost cultivators were spared, and they were all killed. There were a total of thirty-seven corpses, which were sealed by Wen Xuechen with a few talismans, and they were burnt to let their souls be reincarnated cleanly.
… no one found a body missing.
In the deep valley of Baimajian.
The ghost repair corpse, who had just shot and injured Xu Xingzhi, was dragged to the mountains.
The sky was already dark, and several vines crawled out from the depths of the wet jungle, wrapping around and tying the ghost repair body like a snake, and tying it into a zongzi.
Afterwards, fine white foam began to appear on the surface of the vines. The dead man, the ghost repairer, lost his skin at first, and soon revealed his broken bones in the burning.
In less than a quarter of an hour, he was destroyed to the point where there were no bones left.
After the body died, a ray of light slowly rose from the vines.
That is the soul core that everyone has. After the body dies, if the soul is there, it can be reincarnated.
And a vine shot out like lightning, grabbing the soul core that had been flying into the air, and with a click, it was crushed to pieces.
Xu Xingzhi had deliberately concealed his injuries, so naturally no one could see the clues, and he was still laughing and laughing on the way back.
Returning to Fengling Mountain, and returning to his master and uncle to report to his duties, Xu Xingzhi was so cold that he lost consciousness, but he was still conscious. Say hello.
As soon as the door was closed, Xu Xingzhi felt exhausted.
There is a hot spring pool behind his house, and Xu Xingyi walked slowly towards the pool while undressing. Along the way, he left a white robe that leaked to the ground, a horizontal belt, and a brocade shoe that kicked flying.
Walking to the edge of the pool, he shook his hands and poured out a few medicinal pills from a gourd hanging by the pool.
The water in the pool immediately turned milky white, the heat wave rolled, and the fragrance of medicine was overwhelming.
Xu Xingzhi plunged his head into it, soaked in it, and let Yaoquan steam through his body.
However, probably due to the long delay in the treatment, when Xu Xingzhi climbed out after soaking in the spring for a full hour, his body was still cold, and the seams were cold and painful.
He cursed inwardly to the hell, knowing that his body would not get better for a while, so he simply wiped off the water stains on his body and walked out naked.
The hot medicine spring has been soaking for a long time, and Xu Xingzhi's head is a little dizzy, so after he returned to the room, he didn't notice that the clothes that he had thrown on the ground were all hung back on the hooks.
...until he saw that there was a big, well-behaved dumpling on his bed.
The man pulled his quilt and wrapped himself into a fluffy soft ball.
Xu Xingyi guessed who it was.
... After all, there are not many people who dare to enter the room and lift his bedding in the daytime.
He pulled the nightgown that was hanging on the shelf and wrapped himself up: "Heavy light?"
A beautiful, sweaty face emerged from the quilt.
His voice was soft and sweet, like a pound of maltose for three cents a pound sold on the street: "...Senior brother, I'll warm you up."
Xu Xingzhile made a sound, walked over and caught him out: "Who told you to go to my bed?"
"Senior brother's hands are so cold." Unexpectedly, Meng Chongguang didn't answer his words at all. He brought his hand to his lips and sighed, "I'll keep my brother warm."
Xu Xingzhi was stunned for a while, his face was a little hot, and he pulled his hand back: "...don't do this for me. Walk around, go back to your room and sleep."
Meng Chongguang said, "I'm not leaving."
Xu Xingzhi went to grab his arm: "Get up. If the uncle goes to the disciple's hall to round the room..."
Before he finished speaking, Meng Chongguang actually grabbed Xu Xingzhi's wrist, yanked it with force, and pressed him backwards, crushing Xu Xingzhi on the bed!
Xu Xingzhi didn't know where the strength came from that body that had always been weak and collapsed in the wind. Perhaps it was because he had just been cursed and his body was a little weak, he was suppressed to the point where he could not struggle, even if he freed his wrist from Meng Chongguang's hands.
Another slender and beautiful hand took advantage of the situation to cover Xu Xingzhi's eyes, blocking out the light of the candlelight in the room.
Xu Xingzhi tried his best, but he couldn't move.
Meng Chongguang's voice came from above steadily, as soft as ever, and he couldn't even tell that he was exerting force.
He made an unreasonable request: "From today onwards, I will move into my brother's room."
He said, "I want to watch my senior brother, and I can't let my senior brother get hurt again."
He added: "I used to think that my brother could do everything, but I was too slack. This time I didn't pay attention and hurt my brother. I promise that this kind of thing will never happen in the future."
Xu Xingzhi gradually stopped trying to break away from Meng Chongguang, and listened to his words.
Meng Chongguang muttered to himself for a while, but found that Xu Xingyi was motionless, and couldn't help panicking. He immediately climbed down from Xu Xingzhi's body and let go: "...Senior brother?"
Xu Xingzhi silently got up, moved his neck and shoulders, adjusted the already scattered nightgown above his waist, and stood up.
In a panic, Meng Chongguang walked to the side of the bed with his hands, feet and knees to pull his belt: "Senior brother, please take care of me..."
With a pull, Xu Xingzhi was almost stripped off by Meng Chongguang on the spot: "Hey, hey, let go."
Meng Chongguang said aggrievedly with a soft little nasal voice: "Senior brother..."
Xu Xingzhi sighed in the sky: "...Where do you think I'm going? I'll go to the disciple hall and carry your quilt over!"
Meng Chongguang's eyes lit up, he immediately let go of his hand obediently, and knelt down on the bed: "Really?"
"I live in such a spacious hall alone, and I'm really bored." Xu Xingzhi said, "If you move here, I have someone who can chat to relieve boredom."
Meng Chongguang was so excited that his cheeks were flushed, and he was about to go to the ground with bare feet: "Senior brother is sick, I'll move it."
Xu Xingzhi pushed him back to the quilt: "I'll go. There will always be an explanation from Uncle Shi. Go tell me, Uncle Shi will let you come easily?"
After saying this, he tapped Meng Chongguang's forehead, "... I think beautifully. Please warm the bed for me."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Xingzhi felt that something was wrong, but for a while it was difficult to tell what went wrong.
... As if he didn't know why he agreed to Meng Chongguang's rude request in a confused way.
He only felt that after getting along with Meng Chongguang for so many years, staying with Meng Chongguang in the daytime and living in the same place at night did not seem to be an unacceptable thing.
He quickly changed into his travel clothes, turned around after hitting the screen, and said while tying his belt, "Go to bed first, you don't have to wait for me."
Meng Chongguang sat in Xu Xingzhi's quilt and said in a low voice, "Senior brother, the moonlight outside the window is too bright, Chongguang can't sleep."
Xu Xingzhi was helpless, raised his hand and formed a magic circle, and a thick fog immediately condensed outside the round window.
He seems to have made a cage out of this fog barrier, enclosing the moon in it, and softening the moonlight into a fluffy light.
"Is this okay?" Xu Xingzhi asked.
Meng Chongguang nodded lightly, pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, and muttered, "...the moonlight outside the Senior Brother's Hall is more beautiful than other places."
"Sweet mouth." Xu Xingzhi laughed at him.
When Xu Xingzhi was about to go out, Meng Chongguang told him, "Add two more clothes and go."
Xu Xingzhi said, "No need."
As soon as he opened the door, a gust of autumn wind blowing in front of him made Xu Xingzhi shiver. He only felt that the palms and soles of his feet were so cold that he had to close the door immediately. .
The door was carefully closed, but Xu Xingzhi didn't go to the disciple hall immediately.
He walked around the drapery that wrapped around the main hall and led the corridor to the corridor, and walked a few more steps. Sure enough, he saw nine lanterns sitting tucked under the window, thin and indifferent.
There were dozens of bottles and jars in front of him, all of which seemed to be medicinal pills used to treat cold poison. He sat under the window outside his palace, the warm light from the room passed over his head, and the cold moonlight dragged his shadow long.
... He was in a rare daze, even ignorant of Xu Xingzhi's arrival.
As early as Xu Xingzhi was pressed on the bed by Meng Chongguang, he felt that there was a third person outside the hall.
Looking at Jiuzhideng's appearance, if he didn't come out to find him, he was afraid that he would sit outside until dawn and would not knock on the door of the palace.
… These two children are really worrying about one race against the other.
Xu Xingzhi tightened the tie on his chest and called out to him, "...Little lamp."