We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Shihua's right hand continued to press against Changfeng's forehead, while his left hand formed a hand seal, chanted a spell, and began to follow the clues left by the evil spirit, looking for the real culprit.

Ever since Changfeng lost one of his soul and two of his spirits, he has been in a daze all day long and has no idea what happened to him.

He refused to accept his fate and gathered strength with great difficulty to fight against the evil black energy in his body. At this time, his brain would be briefly clear.

But the evil spirit was too strong, and he could not stay awake for long before being suppressed.

It was eroding him a little bit day by day, and it took him a very long time to accumulate strength, but that couldn't last long.

He couldn't even speak.

But the girl with the holy light seemed to be the nemesis of evil. As long as he looked at the girl, his body would gradually warm up, and his crazy and gloomy heart would calm down.

Changfeng's forehead rested on Shihua's small palm, and he felt waves of clear and warm light coming from her palms.

The light slowly revived his body and mind, which had been trapped in an icy cave for a long time.

He understood that this was his redemption and he had to seize this opportunity.

He encouraged himself to mobilize the energy in his body to welcome and integrate the light.

Xunyou, who was standing nearby and watching, gradually opened his mouth into an "O" shape.

I knew my sister was strong, but I didn't expect her to be this strong! Oh yeah!!

Shihua's chubby and cute little face became more and more serious. It was obviously a baby face, but what he saw on her face was a soft yet domineering holy light.

Big brother Changfeng's expression was even more interesting and weird.

His thin and handsome face was extremely pale at first. But slowly, a wisp of black air as dark as thick ink crept up, coating his white face like the bottom of a pot that hadn't been scraped for half a year, and his eyes and nose were not clearly visible.

But the black gas didn't last long before wisps of golden and soft light chased after it and beat it up.

The golden light was so fierce that he seemed to be able to hear the sound of the black energy crying because of being beaten by the golden light.

Changfeng's face was distorted and hideous, as if he was enduring the roar of thousands of troops.

The beads of sweat on my forehead turned into strips, flowing down my neck, wetting my back.

"Ah, it stinks!"

Xunyou covered his mouth and nose tightly, the sweat beads flowing out of Changfeng had an extremely strong stench.

This is not the smell of feces and urine, but an indescribable stench that is 100 times stinkier than the stench of a corpse.

The stench made Xunyou vomit, but Shihua was completely unaware and continued to use his spiritual power to cast spells.

The effect was obvious. The black energy on Chang Feng's face was slowly decreasing, and his complexion was changing from black to dark gray, light gray, and grayish white...

At the same time, in the city, Qingzhi Lane.

In the back of a quiet alley is a small courtyard with two entrances. On the left side of the courtyard is a wing room used as a study.

In the study, in a secret compartment behind an antique display cabinet, there is a small clay doll.

This clay doll is not as cute as the Afu dolls sold on the street.

He was completely black, with an obviously disproportionately large head and a ferocious expression. In his two dark, deep eye sockets, a faint blood-red light flashed from time to time. At the corner of his lips, there was a disdainful, arrogant and evil smile.

This is not a clay doll, it is an evil ghost crawling out from hell.

At this moment, the clay doll seemed to be alive.

There was a look of pain on its face, as if it was being crushed by someone. Its already hideous face became even more distorted and hideous.

The two empty eye sockets began to gather an evil force. The blood-red color gradually became richer, flashing a strange and evil red light, and finally turned directly into a terrifying blood-red.

Its face was twisted in intense pain, and its little clay hands seemed to be clenched into fists, trying to shake off some terrifying force from its body.

But it was all in vain and it quickly weakened.

As one eye grew redder, the other diminished. The clay doll's blood-red eyes became redder and redder, and a trickle of blood even oozed out of its left eye and flowed downwards.

"Bang--"

A crisp cracking sound was heard. A thick crack appeared on the clay doll from the top of the head to the feet.

Three strands of warm and soft white light quickly escaped from the gap and flew towards the sky.

"ah one one"

A heart-wrenching scream seemed to come from the distant sky at the moment when the white light overflowed.

Thousands of miles away, in a cave in a dark forest, a man in strange clothes covered his eye, which was bleeding, and screamed heartbreakingly.

Qinmo Book Pavilion is the most famous bookstore in the capital.

The owner of the bookstore is the Changsun family, a famous noble family in Beijing. The Changsun family has been noble for three generations and has two prime ministers.

Qinmo Book Pavilion is the property of the Changsun family. On weekdays, it sells writing brushes, inkstones, and other four treasures of the study.

But what makes it famous in Beijing is not these, but its publishing industry.

The various poetry collections and vernacular novels compiled and published by the library are the most famous in the capital and even in the entire Daliang.

The Qinmo Book Pavilion will organize poetry gatherings and other activities from time to time to provide a stage for the literati in Beijing to display their talents.

Of course, if there are good works, Qinmo Bookstore will pay generous rewards and include them in their latest poetry collections.

Not only can one become famous, but also gain profit, so every poetry gathering in Qinmo Book Pavilion is always sought after by scholars and poets who want to become famous.

Xiahou Zi'an was standing on the stage of the Qinmo Book Pavilion Poetry Meeting, reciting his latest "new work" with a proud look on his face.

"When will the bright moon come? Asking the sky for wine, I wonder what year it is in the palace in the sky..."

"Great, great. Brother Zi'an is indeed a genius. Only a genius like him can create such a masterpiece."

Sitting at the bottom were the top students from various academies and famous scholars in the capital.

"Yes, Daliang poetry has not produced such a masterpiece for many years. I can assert that even if someone comes after me, it will be difficult to surpass this work."

"Ah."

Another famous scholar, who was wearing a blue brocade shirt and a jade-studded hat of the same color, agreed. "It seems that Brother Zi'an deserves the title. He will be the top scorer in next year's palace examination."

"Listen, listen, just this one sentence, 'People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions; the moon waxes and wanes.' It's a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages. It's a famous sentence that has been passed down through the ages!"

"Yes, yes, yes. There is also this line, 'May we live long, and share the beauty of the moon, though thousands of miles apart.' It is definitely a famous line that will be passed down through the ages. I never thought, I never thought, that I would see such a famous line in my lifetime, sob…"

This famous scholar was estimated to be over 40 years old. He was obsessed with poetry. At this moment, he was so excited to see such good words.

The sounds of praise and exclamation reached Xiahou Zian's ears, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Hehe, this is exactly the effect he wanted.

His heart began to drift.

Haha, my sister is indeed the chosen one. With just a little move, she killed these old scholars in a mess. No one was her match.

Haha, with my sister by my side, winning three prizes in a row is like a piece of cake. It seems that I am also the chosen one, and God will not let me down!

"what--"

Xiahou Zi'an had just floated into the air, but before he reached the magnificent palace, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, which pulled him back to reality.