Merry little roll

"Cuckoo."

In Guan Ye's chest, there was still the sound of birdsong.He knelt on the ice and coughed violently, spitting out the broken souls in his body.

He watched these pitch-black bird carcasses spit out from his mouth, and fear finally rose on his bewildered and stiff face. "Monster, monster!"

Guan Ye seemed to be unable to tell whether the phrase "monster" was referring to the birds limp and thrashing on the ice, or to himself who kept spitting out strange birds.

Yuan Yang wanted to step forward and pull up the half-crazy old employer, but a pair of cold hands grabbed his shoulders and restrained his steps.

"Mo Yin Yaojun, I'm stupid, can you give me an explanation?"

This sky full of ice and snow, this bloodless sword, this half-mad devilish energy, and the broken bird-shaped soul on the ground.

"Hold on."

Yuan Yang was thinking about what the phrase "wait a moment" meant for him to wait, when a group of footsteps suddenly sounded on the ice, he turned his head and saw that the group of guests who were the owner of the ship were slowly walking towards them .

Strangely, their footsteps were very dignified, and every step seemed to crush the weight of their bodies. Everyone lined up one after the other, approaching them dully and shaking.Their mouths were slightly opened, and there was no light in their eyes.

Like puppets on a string, they sat on the ground obediently, and there was a dull sound on the ice.

"How did they become like this?" Yuan Yang turned to Yaojun.

"The soul-sorrowing bird, originally a divine bird, turned into a demon with evil thoughts, devouring people's souls."

Yuan Yang came to his senses when he heard the words, and immediately probed into everyone's spiritual consciousness. As expected, everyone lost their souls.

"You said it was transformed by evil thoughts. Could it be him?" Yuan Yang couldn't help being stunned when he heard the word 'devil'. Text.

Demon, stunned, transformed by obsession.

Xiaoyao, the ancient God of War, had a magic-slaying sword, black in color, with a famous sheath.

When Yuan Yang saw this passage for the first time, he thought it was unbelievable. He only thought that the sword of God of War couldn't kill people. How is it different from the wooden sword?As for the use of killing demons, Yuan Yang hasn't seen demonic energy for thousands of years. He just thinks that this sword is like a chicken rib, and it doesn't have much effect now.

"Is this the Demon Slaying Sword?"

The mysterious sword floated in mid-air, spinning around Mo Yin's body, emitting a dark red light.It slowly wandered to Yuanyang's side, the sword body shook and made a crisp sound, but returned to Mo Yin's back in a split second.

Mo Yin lowered her eyes. "Maybe."

If this is really the Demon Slaying Sword, regardless of whether it is the legendary 'sheath' or not, its power...

It's like chicken ribs.

Yuan Yang frowned.

It's just that this monster is really not simple.

The fat and kind eyebrow who had been standing by the side not to die suddenly broke the silence, and said to the captain: "Give back the remnant soul to them."

He thought of the night when he found the captain, the man lost all the stability he remembered, and the devilish energy in his body almost washed away his original soul, making him, a ghost messenger, feel regretful and helpless.Lancao is a good girl, but it's a pity that her fate is full of bitterness, and the good-looking beauty has become a grieving ghost.

He was a ghost messenger, and in the end he became their intermediary to lure everyone onto the boat. He also pretended to be dead and turned into corpses.

Perhaps, it was his choice that was wrong from the beginning.

Without Fat Compassionate Eyebrow making a sound, the remnant soul bird in the main body of the ship would have already vomited out, coughing dryly in the mess.

While observing the demonic energy, Yuan Yang saw that the golden stripes on Mo Yin's body were gradually fading, and they were not as hot as they were at the beginning.

In the sky, snow began to fall, fluttering and falling on everyone.The air-conditioning rose from the bottom up, causing waves of chills on everyone's bodies.

The strange bird fluttering on the ground made strange calls.

These birds gradually deformed, and the pitch-black cerebellum, which originally carried large and small eyes, gradually squeezed, deformed, and dropped tiny feathers.

The first bird had a shrewd and weird face, and opened its mouth: "My name is Tian Sanqing."

The second bird had a charming rouge face and opened its mouth: "My red duck."

The second bird, the third bird, the fourth bird...

All the soul-sorrowing birds began to coo and scream, mixed together.

"I'm writing Shen Zishu."

"It's not Zhang Futian."

"My concubine is Yanmei."

As these strange birds grew human faces, everyone who had been stunned suddenly woke up from the nightmare of the green water, and the numb eyes gradually regained light.They looked at each other, but their mouths were still half open, as if they hadn't fully woken up.

"Slaves." The last bird groaned in a struggling voice.

When the name Lancao was heard, everyone's eyes widened as if they were touched by an electric current, especially Shen Zishu. He strangled his reddened neck and wanted to make a sound, but he could only roll in his throat. Goo" cry.

Fat Ci kept his brows calm, and looked at the young lady behind him. The young lady's face had long since turned into a pale face covered with burns, and her mouth was half-open, unable to make any sound.

He sighed: "It's your obsession that hurts the soul of the bird, so you can cultivate your devilish energy. If you want to get your soul back, you can tell your evil desires."

As soon as Fat Cimei finished speaking, Yuan Yang felt a strange movement. He took off the astrolabe around his waist, and found that one of the dots was constantly jumping, and the iron needle on the magnet was also firmly pointing to Fat Cimei. in the direction.

Yuan Yang suddenly discovered that from the beginning to the end, this person seemed to be left out.

The people on the ground gnawed at each other's faces, and after hearing Fat Cimei's words, they suddenly fell silent and looked at each other.They opened their mouths and waved their thin black wings.

"Everything in the world is empty, only money is really useful. I want endless money, and I can use all means to do it. God Bird's

The value is innumerable, and in order to obtain it, I want to kill the owner of the ship. "

"Ten years ago, I sent someone to 'teach' bluegrass."

After the human face finished speaking, it let out a series of sharp sinister laughter.

Tian Sanqing who was sitting on the ice suddenly twitched on the spot, then opened his eyes, and his mind regained clarity.Behind him was an illusory image projected on the ice—a short, ugly boy was pinned down in a moldy water tank. He was struggling desperately, but he could only suffer more from suffocation.The scene changed, the boy was rolling in the mud, his hair was full of mud, and copper coins fell from the sky, hitting his nose with blue eyes and swollen eyes.

The first human face turned into a puddle of black water, slowly seeping through the ice layer, transpiring miasma.

The second Rouge opened his mouth.

"Tenderness is like water around the bed, and the most ruthless is the widow. My family hates the ugly short boss. I want to escape but I can't escape. Ever since I fell in love with the handsome young man Lang Shenzishu, I have been stealing the forbidden fruit and committing adultery. Give up loyalty." Behind Hongyang, there is also a mirage, in which she was still young ten years ago, with a bitter face, holding a hot iron in her hand, and her expression crazily scalded Lancao's face.

“Ten years ago, I was jealous of Lancao’s looks and ruined her with a hot iron.”

The third face opens its mouth

"Wuqing pretends to be affectionate, and closes his eyes to pretend to be a sick person. I have no affection for Hongyang. One is to get close to her for money, and the other is for sex. The vows are all false. After I get the money, I will kill her."

In the picture behind him is a young master with red lips and white teeth, lying obediently in the arms of a woman, enjoying the woman's pat on his back amidst gentle "Zhen'er".

"Ten years ago, after seeing the persecution of bluegrass, I stood by."

The fourth human face opens its mouth.

"Fake compassion, fake compassion, fake Buddhist beads, true color vacuum, real spying. I was originally a girl in a red building, and after marrying a noble woman, I became more obsessed with masculinity. I hated men, but I couldn't get rid of masculinity. I coveted Shen Zishu's body the most. I often thought Got it. If it doesn’t work, I will find a chance to kill him and frame his human skin as the best painting of my concubine’s body.”

In the picture behind her, a pretty woman with heavy make-up is dancing surrounded by men, with a light and graceful figure. After each dance, the young master and buddies will throw a lot of red silk on the stage.As soon as the picture turned, the pretty woman was dressed in a splendid attire, but she was devouring meat, her face was greasy, and her eyes were completely numb.

"Ten years ago, I traded bluegrass for a handsome servant."

The fifth human face opens its mouth.

"I'm looking for the truth about the prince." Zhang Futian smiled wryly, "But it's not important anymore."

Almost all human faces turned into black water, and in the steaming mist, only the face with bluegrass reflected choked up and rolled on the ground with the body of a strange bird.Tears seemed to overflow from her eyes.

The astrolabe on Yuanyang's waist kept flickering.

Fat Cimei lifted up the brocade robe and approached the human-faced bird on the ground with his legs. He picked it up carefully and stroked it in his hand.

"It's just a nightmare, it will pass."

The woman with scalded scars sat paralyzed on the ice. She slowly opened her eyes and woke up from the oppressive nightmare. In that dream, the boy named Moon jumped down from the attic, brandishing a wooden sword, and stabbed herself Rescue is in dire straits.

That man, his face was covered with blood, but he showed a smile that was clearer than that of Xinyue.

From that moment on, she saw, light.

The scarred woman stood up slowly.

"Ten years of orchid grass month, the love and resentment are over. The concubine was born in orchid grass, and received the favor of the official's little prince, so she had to drag her dying body to live. Later, the little prince died. He had no dreams of seeking grace and lost his life. I don't want revenge. I want to see the little prince for the last time, so thank you."

"Now, I see it."

Lancao stared at the fat and kind eyebrows in front of her, her body had already started to become transparent, strips of strands were peeling off from her body, the color gradually dimmed, she smiled.

Fat and kind eyebrows smiled back at her, "Miss Lancao, have a good journey."

"Lan...grass?" Shen Zishu, who was sitting on the ground, opened his eyes wide, and immediately struggled to stand up, trying to grab the woman in front of him with his hands.

But in the next moment, the orchid grass turned into a trembling phantom, and then completely disappeared in the world.

Only the empty fragrance of grass and trees remains.

A fan fell to the ground, the fan unfolded, and the ink was stained.

A big "Lan" character.

But it also dimmed after all.