Oops, Master is going to die again

Luo Feiniao squeezed over and sat down in the empty seat between He Yao and Cen Qingjiu.Cen Qingjiu rolled his eyes at him, and said sarcastically, "Come here to join in the fun before you recover from your illness, you really have enough free time to panic."

Luo Feiniao thought that this person had helped him a lot today, and that his son was in an inexplicably good mood this time, so he didn't quarrel with him, hehe, and just said "I'm sorry, Sect Master Cen".

Then it got a little scary.

Four people gathered around the small round table, a piece of cloth was spread out in the middle of the small round table, and a round thing was wrapped in the cloth, which was the head of Miss Ya'er.

No matter how well preserved it is, it cannot avoid the fate of rot. A few maggots crawled on it, not afraid of people at all, lying on Ya'er's sky cap and staring at Luo Feiniao dangling around.

Seeing that it was not feeling well, Luo Feiniao stretched out his hand to squeeze it to death, then washed his hands several times in the basin beside him.

He sat back and said, "Ahem, where did you get this head?"

"It was stolen from the Yamen morgue."

"Tch." Luo Feiniao had clearly written his disdain for such sneaky things on his face.

Glancing at him, Cen Dansheng said agitatedly: "Master Luo, this is because you are being unkind. We went to the forbidden area of ​​the yamen for you and took the risk to steal this head; it's good for you, you don't appreciate it!"

Luo Feiniao touched his nose, noncommittal.

"Speaking of which, we have nothing else to harvest in the yamen except this head." He Yaowen came out to smooth things over and talked about business by the way.

"Those people don't know anything, and so many people died before the case was solved, they are unwilling to investigate any further."

That head was a part of Miss Ya'er's body, and it was considered as a small fulfillment of half of her wish. When she got closer, the spell actually subsided a little under the caress of Ya'er's resentment, and it didn't hurt so much.

Luo Feiniao had observed that the incantations in his hands looked dense and disorderly, but in fact they were composed of four overlapping patterns, repeated non-stop, forming such a situation.

He also thought about the possibility of each pattern corresponding to one of her wishes, but recalled carefully, she repeated it over and over again, and there were only three wishes, what else did she not say? of?

Help her get her body back.Help her find the man who lied to her.Help her kill him.

The first one is only half completed, the part other than the head should be in the hands of that person, as long as he finds that person, the rest can be solved.

But I still don't know what the last wish is.

Luo Feiniao spoke out his thoughts, thought about it, and he also talked about the dream.

Cen Qingjiu was surprised: "Zeng Zhuxi is really Zeng Yun?! He is also in Xiangyang city?!"

"Yes. He said it himself." The manipulator of the dream couldn't be far away, so he must be somewhere in the city.I just didn't know what he was going to do when he suddenly appeared.

"There is also a sudden riot in the spell, I wonder if it's because of Miss Ya'er..." Luo Feiniao was thinking, halfway through speaking, he suddenly heard someone knock on the door.

The sound was very soft, not like the sound of knuckles knocking on the door, but rather like... a sword.

This aroused the vigilance of everyone.He Yao, who was closest to the door, said warmly: "Who is it?"

The person outside the door did not answer, but knocked lightly twice.The four of them held their breaths and concentrated, they clearly felt the murderous aura coming from outside the door.

No one spoke again, and the knocking on the door continued regularly, as if they were not in a hurry to let them open the door, knocking was just for fun.But the murderous aura that could not be concealed at all told everyone that this person was very dangerous.

Cen Qingjiu turned out the window, went in from the main entrance, went around behind this man and attacked.The knock on the door continued, "knock knock", once, twice.

There are three people in the house, their swords are out of the sheath, ready to attack at any time.

Just when they got used to the rhythmic knock on the door, the sound stopped abruptly and was replaced by a clean but rather rebellious young voice: "Master Juying, you are not being kind, are you? You used to laugh at me by saying that my marriage was bad, but now you are pointing at me with a weapon and wanting to kill me, what are you trying to do?"

this voice? !Luo Feiniao was startled.At that time in the dream, Zeng Zhuxi only became smaller in appearance, but his voice remained the same. Luo Feiniao laughed at this huge disobedience and disobedience for a long time.But now that the voice rang in his ears again, he couldn't take it easy.

He is the one who controls Luo Feiniao's dream, he is the one who snatched Juying's knife, and he is the one who left the knife there, then the false priest who killed Ya'er...

"I do not have."

"What's not? Didn't you want to kill me? Then what do you mean?"

"I didn't mean to laugh at you. Fate is like this. I'm just telling the truth." Juying's voice sounded calm.

"No? That's why you cursed me!" His tone suddenly became fierce, and he heard the sound of his sleeves fluttering, and then the pendant on the staff, and hit something with a "clang", a metal object There was a sound of rubbing, and at the end there was a "stab" sound, as if the fabric of the clothes had been scratched.It seems that Zeng Zhuxi made the first move.

"You old blind man moves pretty fast."

"Congratulations." Juying Taoist's tone was still not salty, and the three of them who were about to get up and rush out sat back.

But there was a turquoise sword light outside, and the sound of two swords colliding again.Before anyone could speak, there was another fierce fight.Cen Qingjiu had already made the first move, followed by the clinking of the staff, and the sound of Ju Ying chanting a mantra.

Being besieged by these two people, Zeng Zhuxi would definitely not be able to take advantage of it alone.Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three of them wanted to go out and catch him all in one go.

He Yaowen and Cen Dansheng had already opened the door and jumped out, but the sword was dodged by Zeng Zhuxi rolling on the ground.On the other side, I saw Ju Ying just finished reciting a curse, and a light flashed at the place where he stopped, and it fell down.No matter how fast he flashed, his arm was still scratched.Blood was oozing from a bloody mouth, but it was not clear under the black clothes.

Zeng Zhuxi stood up clutching his arms, drew out his sword to face the crowd surrounding him, pushed back step by step, and leaned against the railing of the corridor.

He turned his head and saw that the lobby of the inn was below, and there was no one there, except for a few faint candles.

Cen Qingjiu saw that the sword turned out to be "Xiuyun", a legendary sword in the devil world, but strangely, he didn't feel the strong devilish energy that should have been on this sword.

While he was thinking, Zeng Zhuxi in front of him just jumped down in front of everyone.

There was a figure running past beside him, Cen Qingjiu didn't care about it anymore.Except for Juying, the three people gathered around the railing to look, and saw Zeng Zhuxi's body lying underneath, and a man squatting next to him, his clothes were disheveled, and he was hugging a round thing.

A person came out from the dark, saw the scene in front of him, and yelled: "Ah!!!! Dead!!!!" Then he rolled his eyes and passed out.It was the little one.

Luo Feiniao looked back, and saw that Xiao Er had fainted after yelling, so he didn't pay attention to him, it's good that he fainted.

No matter how you look at the corpse on the ground, it should be Zeng Zhuxi.But just now he watched the entire short fight in the house, and was suppressed until now, and he has never used a spell.And this suspicious magic sword...

He held his head and thought for a long time.The mantra on the arm greedily devoured more and more resentment emanating from this head, and it didn't explode at all. Luo Feiniao was so comfortable that he wanted to tie his head to his hands and forget it.

But...it stinks...

Looking up, I saw three people except Ju Ying, lying on the railing and sticking their heads out to stare blankly.He yelled at them: "Where to look and what to look at, don't come down quickly!"

The three people who had been stunned for a long time were still wondering when Luo Feiniao went down, and they ran downstairs when they heard this cry.

The crowd gathered around Zeng Zhuxi's body again, brushing up his clothes and hair, checking everywhere for fear of any problems.

It was Cen Qingjiu who suddenly asked an inexplicable question at this moment: "What are you doing with your head off?"

Luo Feiniao looked at the fool's eyes: "Curse!" He gave him a blank look, then pointed at Zeng Zhuxi's corpse and said, "Why do you ask this, work! Use your brain to think about things!"

"I don't believe at all that Zeng Zhuxi, whom you said so badly, Master, was killed by us just like that." He Yaowen rolled up Zeng Zhuxi's eyelids.Zeng Zhuxi had already rolled his eyes, and the scary white whites just stared at him.He Yaowen felt bored and let it go again.

"I don't believe it either." Luo Feiniao replied following his words.

"Did you see him use spells just now?"

The three people who had fought against Zeng Zhuxi shook their heads.

"He alone can control the illusion of the whole city. I don't think he can be so weak that he can create such a big city in your dream. But he is still so weak by the few of us. It's too unrealistic to defeat easily." Cen Qingjiu also responded.I can't figure out why after thinking for a long time.

Luo Feiniao turned the corpse back up again with one hand, the back of the head was cracked a little, you can feel it when you put your hand into the hair, the blood is still dripping from inside and dripping on the ground.Luo Feiniao looked at it, swallowed, and mustered up the courage to reach in.After stirring for a long time, a shiny thing was taken out from it.

It is a fragment, seen as a color, it is the crystallization of the soul.

"This... is too disgusting." Luo Feiniao sighed.

Everyone realized what was going on.

Strictly speaking, the corpse lying on the ground can also be regarded as Zeng Zhuxi, but it is just a puppet without its own soul.Then the original owner, Zeng Zhuxi, crystallized his soul, completely shattered it, placed it on these puppets, and became a new self, but not as powerful as before.This technique consumes a lot of energy, it is a generation of sorcery, it is widely known but few people use it, the reason is that the technique is quite disgusting.

It seems that this puppet was sent by Zeng Zhuxi to test them.

"Crazy, crazy..." Cen Dansheng sighed.

"Put away the corpse, don't cause panic." Luo Feiniao got up, fainted for a while, finally stood still, and said this to several people.

"I know it won't cause panic, but why put this corpse away, not throw it away?" Cen Qingjiu asked him.

"Look at this." Luo Feiniao suddenly took out the head again, and it was obvious that the closer he was to the corpse, the more resentment the head emitted.

"This fake can be used to fool Miss Ya'er?!" Cen Dansheng was surprised, and was corrected by He Yaowen beside him: "This is not a fake, no matter what, it can be regarded as a part of Zeng Zhuxi."

The two of them were left here to clean up the blood left behind, and the shop waiter was brought back to resettle after erasing his memory. Cen Qingjiu went upstairs with the body on his back.

When I went back, I saw that the small battlefield in front of the room was now a mess, with sword marks and holes everywhere, and the money on my body might not be enough to pay for it.Ju Ying, who also needs to take responsibility, didn't know where to go at this time, and knocked on the door of his room, but no one answered, but Luo Feiniao knew that he must be in the room.

After returning to the room, Cen Qingjiu laid the body that had been carried all the way on the ground.Seeing this, Luo Feiniao hurried forward, picked up the collar of the corpse with one hand and dragged it onto the bed.Cen Qingjiu, who was about to take a bath and change clothes, saw him like this, and stepped forward to stop him: "What are you doing? There is no place for anyone to sleep and you let a corpse sleep on the bed?!"

"No, I'll sleep with him. You? Sleep on the floor." Luo Feiniao looked at him and asked him to let go of his arm.Cen Qingjiu didn't move, his face turned pale: "Why?!"

"This one." Luo Feiniao moved the arm holding Ya'er's head, motioning him to look at it, "with this corpse here, the head's resentment will increase, and if there is too much resentment, the spell will not explode, the spell If I don’t have an attack, I can sleep more comfortably.” He was still hugging that stinking head!

"No!!" Cen Qingjiu's face became very ugly at the moment, if he woke up in the morning and saw Luo Feiniao tightly hugging another man's body, that scene would be...hell!

"The head is fine, but the corpse is not." Cen Qingjiu said as he grabbed the collar of the corpse and threw it back with disgust.

Luo Feiniao still wanted to resist, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed really disgusting to sleep with a corpse, and it was still this kind of corpse that was torn apart and its head was still bleeding crazily.After thinking about it, I still gave up.

Cen Qingjiu was the first to wake up in the morning.I saw Luo Feiniao lying on the bed with his right arm in his arms, sleeping very unsteadily, Ya'er's head rolled to the end of the bed, without being held by him, the spell started again, and the pain was severe.

He sighed, and lightly grabbed that hand to help infuse spiritual energy and adjust his breath to seal the pain, but this still woke Luo Feiniao up.

Luo Feiniao opened his eyes, and saw that his hand was being held tightly by someone, not knowing what to do, he suddenly regained consciousness, frowned and pulled his hand back: "What are you doing?"

Seeing that he is still alive, Cen Qingjiu doesn't bother to take care of him.

"Get up, go find Miss Ya'er today."

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