Strange Records of Mountain Ghosts

"It is said that on a certain day in spring, when the torrential rain brought a strong wind, all thunder was terrified, and there were no birds or animals. After seven days of torrential rain, Wanshen Mountain entered confinement." Zhulin layman stretched out his hand to accept The drizzle fell from the sky, and the leaves were covered with dew, which looked extraordinarily green.Zhulin Jushi had a worried look on his brows. He was afraid that Mu Shaohe would break in desperately for Mei Jin's guild, so he patiently persuaded him: "It's just the time of the vernal equinox, so if you go in rashly, if we are in confinement, we will be in trouble." It's a waste of life. Why don't you just stay here and wait for that warlock to come out."

Mu Shaohe stood at the entrance of the mysterious cave in Wanshen Mountain, put his hand on the entrance of the cave, and looked in, with no expression on his face, looking a little stern. Hearing what he said, he nodded in agreement: "Of course you can't go in casually..."

Zhulin Jushi heard this, but before he had time to relax, Mu Shaohe saw a figure flashing in the cave, and shouted: "Who?"

A hoarse voice came from inside: "Mu Shaohe, Qihuang Bailian is in my hands, come in if you want."

Then the sound faded away, as if it had entered the depths.

Zhulin layman immediately picked up the flute and wanted to summon snakes and insects, but found that there were no ordinary snakes and insects in this mountain, and immediately thought of the legend in the well: "This person is obviously trying to lure us in! Don't fall for it!"

The corners of Mu Shaohe's lips twitched slightly: "I'm not afraid of traps," his originally calm eyes lit up: "I'm afraid that there is nothing here!" After saying that, he chased after him without hesitation.

Zhulin Layman was in a hurry, and he hated iron for failing to keep up.

The two quickly walked through the narrow passage, and soon came to the mouth of the well.

Beside the well stood a man in a black cloak.

His whole body was shrouded in darkness, his back was slightly bent, and he looked no longer young.

"Mu Shaohe, long time no see." The black cloak had already expected that they would follow, and he took off the cloak casually, revealing a haggard face, even though the eyes were sunken, the face was gray, and the face was covered with dry and cracked wrinkles. Still recognized this person all at once, it was Gao Zixi who died under his hands.

Gao Zixi laughed: "Are you surprised to see me?"

Mu Shaohe has no interest in his resurrection from the dead, and has no time to reminisce with him. The blood dragon dormant on his wrist lands and grows continuously. It is as tall as a person coiled on the ground. form, in an attacking stance.

Mu Shaohe was beside him, staring at him: "You want revenge on me, just let me kill you again."

Gao Zixi said, "A year ago, I was defeated not because of your skills, but because of your fist."

Mu Shaohe sneered at his persistence: "You are so weak that you will fall if you hit it, but you blame me for being too strong. It's really strange."

Gao Zixi was angry: "The most important thing for a warlock is their technique. It is the right way to set up formations and break formations. Raising Gu and controlling Gu is the right way. And you used your strength to attack me at that time, what is it? If you didn't take advantage of my unpreparedness , with your skills, you can't beat me at all!"

Mu Shaohe was amused by his words: "The winner is the loser, the winner is the one who is right. No matter how much you say, it can't cover up the fact that you failed."

Mu Shaohe showed an unbeatable smile: "And the magic technique you are proud of will also perish." He was foolish, with a sneer in his eyes: "In this era, warlocks will no longer exist."

Gao Zixi didn't want to talk to him so much, so he sneered, raised his fingertips in the void, the air flowed, and the surroundings changed, bursts of turbulent air hit the two of them, the blood dragon swung its tail and hit, Gao Zixi's figure in front suddenly disappeared, and the well disappeared , The mountain wall disappeared, and in just a moment, Mu Shaohe found that the world had changed. The blood dragon and the bamboo forest layman disappeared, and he was in a familiar garden.

The bright moon hangs high, and the cool breeze blows.

He waited in full force, but saw a glimmer of light emerging from the depths of the darkness.

A young woman came slowly, carrying a lamp and stepping on the shadow of the moon.

"Shaohe, don't be angry with Dad, come out quickly."

Mu Shaohe was stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses and found himself hiding behind a rockery.He stretched out his hands and realized that he was a teenager.

This scene is so familiar and terrifying.

Ten years ago, his mother disappeared on this moonlit night, on the way to find him, and Yin and Yang have been separated ever since.

On Mu Shaohe's young face, there was a ferocious smile: "Gao Zixi, you really want to die."