Brother, this showman

The sound of cracking sand and rocks broke the short silence.

Following the prestige, he saw Song Jihua standing up tremblingly while supporting a broken rockery.

Chiyu Huofeng circled Song Jihua's head three times, and laughed unceremoniously: "You are planting radishes happily here when others are fighting monsters."

Song Jihua was looking depressedly at the fabric of his cuffs being scratched to pieces. When he moved his neck, the result was burning pain, and he couldn't help baring his teeth.

"You probably have to be prepared to be planted carrots again." Akabane Huofeng gloated at Ye Wenqing who was on the sidelines.

Seeing Ye Wenqing approaching, Song Jihua immediately stood up straight, a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect Yun Qing to attack from behind."

At that time, he was about to use the spirit lock bag to put Xu Qingyue in, but Yun Qing suddenly appeared from behind, knocking him unconscious without giving anyone a chance to react.

"What a big deal." Ye Wenqing waved his hand indifferently, and helped Song Jihua pick up his saber with a friendly expression, and looked at him with great concern, "How is it, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Song Jihua was overwhelmed by the flattery, his Adam's apple moved slightly, he took a step back uncomfortably, gritted his teeth, and gave it up: "Brother Wenqing, I was negligent this time, if you want to scold, you can scold, I won't answer back."

Ye Wenqing paused, and smiled friendlyly: "What are you talking about, what are you doing scolding you?"

Unexpectedly, Song Jihua's knees softened even more after hearing these words, this is clearly the light before the storm, the light of a dying person.

"I will pay back the money." Song Jihua muttered, "Don't worry."

Ye Wenqing still had a gentle face: "Well, I know."

"So Ye Wenqing, can you be normal?" Song Jihua thought.

But he didn't dare to say these words, he could only reach out to take the sword resentfully, and said: "Thank you, Brother Wen Qing."

"Don't worry, let's have a good talk." Just when Song Jihua was about to touch the sword, Ye Wenqing suddenly withdrew his hand, took Song Jihua's arm, and dragged him away.

Song Jihua's eyes were wide open, and the alarm bell sounded immediately, his face was ashen, and he looked at Feng Lianchen with an expression of "it's over, will I lose all my bones?"

"Lianchen, I really want to pay you back the money."

When passing by Feng Lianchen, Song Jihua spoke sincerely.

I just don't know if there is a chance.

Feng Lianchen struggled in his heart, and was about to lift his heels, but heard Ye Wenqing say: "Don't follow."

Feng Lianchen's eyes were dim, and his heart was a little heavy. He took back his steps and watched Ye Wenqing drag Song Jihua away.

Ye Wenqing pulled Song Jihua to a dark corner, then turned his head to look at Feng Lianchen who was standing there with his head drooping.

"Brother Wenqing." Seeing this, Song Jihua couldn't help but rubbed his hands together nervously, and said in a trembling voice, "Can I see it for my master's sake?"

"Brother, something happened again!"

Song Jihua was interrupted by Feng Lianchen before he finished speaking.

Feng Lianchen strode forward, followed by Guo Fugui who was staggering.

Guo Fugui was unkempt, his clothes were stained with water, and his hands were trembling.

"Wan'er, Wan'er." Guo Fugui repeated, looking at Ye Wenqing with red eyes, "Master, Wan'er is dead too, why are they all dead? Most of the people in the mansion are already dead, isn't that Curse?"

"It's not just cursing the bride anymore, it's starting to take revenge on the whole town!" Guo Fugui knelt on the ground with a plop, beating the ground angrily, "It's me, it's me! I'm the one who killed everyone."

Ye Wenqing was finally interrupted by the sudden appearance of Guo Fugui, and sighed: "Brother Song, we will talk about this later."

"Okay, okay." Song Jihua nodded hastily, feeling the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.

"Let's get up first and then talk." Ye Wenqing raised his foot and stepped forward, reaching out to help Guo Fugui.

Feng Lianchen was the first to help Guo Fugui up.

Guo Fugui was in an unstable state at this time, and his words were confusing, so the three of them were confused, so they had to follow him back to Guo's mansion to observe.

After leaving the Xingyun Liushui Garden, the eyes are full of depression.

The stalls placed on the street were already crumbling at this time, the wine flags lying on the ground were covered with dirty footprints, the wine jars turned into a pool of gravel, the wine was spilled all over the floor, and the aroma was everywhere.

The people who escaped from the theater all returned home, the doors and windows were closed, and no one spoke.

The town that was bustling an hour ago suddenly became deserted.

As if waking up from a dream, everything turned into nothingness.

Entering the Guo Mansion, corpses were lying in disorder in the courtyard, and people fell down one after another amidst the scattered cries.

Ye Wenqing looked at the scene in front of him solemnly, and raised his hand to summon the Chiyu Huofeng: "Look carefully to see how many people are still alive inside."

The red feather fire phoenix came out in response, hovered over the Guo mansion for a while, and finally landed on Ye Wenqing's shoulder: "Guo Fugui is the only one."

"Only... me?" Guo Fugui spoke with difficulty.

Akabane Huofeng lowered his head, as a default.

Guo Fugui covered his face with his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and cried bitterly: "Why did this happen? Is this bewitched?"

"Actually, there are far more than these people." Chiyu Huofeng looked at Ye Wenqing and deliberately lowered his voice, "The people behind the scenes are still collecting the grievances from the chess pieces, and there will be more people falling behind."

"The chess pieces fall one after another, and their close relatives can't accept it." Akabane Fire Phoenix raised its paw and scratched its feathers.

"You mean they will pin this matter on us?" Ye Wenqing frowned slightly.

"There's nothing wrong with that." Akabane Huofeng nodded, "They are ordinary people, they don't know about evil spirits, heretics, or selflessness. They only know that their relatives died, or died suddenly. They need an excuse , an excuse for them to vent, or they won’t be able to bear it.”

Ye Wenqing thought about it a few times, and glanced at Guo Fugui who was leaning against the pillar from the corner of his eye.I saw that Guo Fugui had stopped crying, his expression gradually darkened, and resentment flickered in his eyes.

In fact, after what Guo Fugui said when he approached him again, he had already noticed it.

The most changeable thing in the world is the human heart, sometimes it is as short as a blink of an eye.

A cold light flashed before his eyes, Guo Fugui pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, with a ferocious face, he stabbed directly at Ye Wenqing who was closest to him.

Feng Lianchen's face turned cold, he grabbed Guo Fugui's wrist and twisted his hand behind his back, raised his foot to kick his leg, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

The knife in Guo Fugui's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and he blushed and cursed: "It's you, it's you people, what are you doing! You can't get rid of evil, and it killed my wife and daughter. You are in vain for cultivating immortals!" People! A bunch of trash!"

"Look at what you have made of this town!"

Guo Fugui was so excited that his tears flowed, his saliva dripped on the ground, and he was almost crazy: "Why did I recruit you in, why! I am clearly luring wolves into the house!"

Ye Wenqing turned his head away, and didn't intend to explain too much to him. If he was told that the people from the Wang family were already dead, he probably wouldn't be able to accept it.

But Guo Fugui didn't appreciate it, he only thought that Ye Wenqing was guilty, and cursed even more presumptuously: "Why didn't you die? Why don't you die? You must be with that goddess! I curse you not to OK!"

Guo Fugui moved his arms, his face was pale, sweating profusely, he glared at Feng Lianchen angrily, and then cursed out what he had just said: "I will die!"

Feng Lianchen took off his other arm again, and said in a cold voice, "Try saying one more thing."

Not to be outdone, Guo Fugui opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was stuffed with a foul-smelling cloth.

"Why waste your tongue with him?" Ye Wenqing patted the dust on his hands, and said calmly.

Feng Lianchen cast a spell to trap Guo Fugui, and didn't bother to look at him anymore.

"Brother Wenqing, come here." Standing at the end of the corridor, Song Jihua called with a rare seriousness.

Ye Wenqing strode forward, followed Song Jihua's gaze, and saw a firefly-like red bug with a glowing tail landed on his palm.

Song Jihua made a trick, and the little bug instantly turned into a piece of paper glowing red and spread it out in the palm of his hand.

A sinuous line emerges on the paper.

"This is?" Ye Wenqing looked at him suspiciously.

"The whereabouts of Yun Qing." Song Jihua's eyes lit up, "I forgot that I still have Yuan Chen on me."

Yuan Shen is a kind of spiritual insect unique to Xiao Guanzong, as long as the contact object is infected, no matter where he hides, his traces will be known.

To put it simply, Yuan Chen is like brown sugar, which cannot be shaken off.

As Yuan Shen moved, the content on the paper became richer. Looking at the direction of the lines, it was a mountain.

"This is..." Song Jihua's neck slowly turned as Yuan Shen moved, "Luyang Mountain?"

Ye Wenqing couldn't help but take a second look when he heard the words, how can he tell that this mess is Luyang Mountain?

"Are you sure?" Ye Wenqing asked.

"It's Luyang Mountain." Feng Lianchen came over and stood right behind Ye Wenqing.

As he spoke, his head was leaning against his right shoulder, and the hot air from the tip of his nose made his ears hot.

Ye Wenqing moved to the side: "Take a closer look."

After speaking, he turned around and gently rubbed his hot ears.

Seeing Ye Wenqing's gestures of alienation, Feng Lianchen felt a little astringent.

Brother is still angry.

Feng Lianchen sighed softly, glanced at the paper, and repeated: "It's Luyang Mountain."

"Okay, then go to Luyang Mountain." Ye Wenqing turned around in a concealed manner, walked a few steps first, stood in a dark corner and looked back at the two, "Do you want to leave?"

"Brother." Feng Lianchen shouted just now.

Ye Wenqing immediately said, "That's fine, I'll go first."

Even Song Jihua, no matter how dull he is, can sense something is wrong.

"Are you two arguing?" Song Jihua asked curiously.

"No." Feng Lianchen shook his head and raised his foot to follow.

"If there is a problem, I can help to solve it." Song Jihua grabbed Feng Lianchen's sleeve, his eyes shone brightly, "You two affect the relationship like this."

Feng Lianchen still shook his head: "No."

"Really?" Song Jihua still asked unwillingly.

Feng Lianchen thought about it carefully, he just yelled at his senior brother, it was not considered a quarrel.Besides, if the senior brother is unhappy, he can just find a way to coax him, why should someone else help him?Hmm... I'll figure it out after I've sorted things out.

Feng Lianchen figured it out, the heavy boulder on his chest suddenly became much lighter, he stopped talking to Song Jihua, and flew to catch up with Ye Wenqing.