Cheng Moji

Outside the temple, the wind is blowing, blowing the skirt of the woman in the shadow of the tree, waiting in vain, daydreaming, the memory is rippling, the past is wasted, and I have never thought about it.

Suddenly, Dongfang Ying, who had climbed over the wall, broke her contemplation.Feng Qiwu hurriedly stepped forward, before he could say "he" in his heart, he turned around and said, "How is the situation inside?"

Dongfang Ying understood, and said: "Don't worry, there is no one inside. I think Brother Leng may have followed the wizard into the secret room to explore."

"I hope so." There was a bit of worry in the words.

"I just came to report a letter to you first, lest you think wildly. I will continue to investigate now, so don't worry." After saying a word, he disappeared into the night, leaving only silence and despair.

Feng Qiwu is now in the form of a demon, unable to break in directly, she turned into a burst of smoke, and walked towards the surroundings of the witch temple, looking for the gap between good and evil: perhaps the secrets hidden in the entire witch temple can break the mana.Floating to the front yard, I saw the witch statue in my eyes again. After staring carefully for a long time, I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't express this strange feeling for a while.

Dongfang Ying squatted next to the witcher's house, anxiously waiting for the movement inside, the night was dark, everything was silent, and there was no movement in the dark room.

Feng Qiwu stared at the witch statue for a long time, as if attracted by a spell, drawn by a god.For a moment in a trance, an inexplicable feeling hit her body: the eyes of the witch statue actually exuded a trace of black energy.I haven't noticed it all the time, because the witch image is surrounded by light and darkness, unless you have special keen power, it is difficult to detect it at all.That kind of blackness is not the light of justice that comes with it, but a trace of evil is revealed, and looking at the ferocious appearance of the face, it is even more sinister and cold.

Feng Qiwu flew closer to the sky, wondering in his heart: How can such a temple of justice tolerate witches doing evil, how can it allow evil spirits to permeate people, and even prevent other forces from entering?Isn't the witch statue the symbol of justice it used to be?Then why can it continue to radiate light that resists evil spirits?

I dare not think about the worst outcome.

And look at the other side, the sorcerer went to the appointment alone.

The brilliance of the moonlight sprinkles like salt, is it pure like snowflakes, or is it like sprinkled on scars?The viewer knows for himself.Stepping into a dilapidated courtyard, the open door and yellow lights are quietly waiting for this mysterious guest.I only heard two coughs of "cough cough" in the room, and a word came out: "Are you here?"

"Isn't it right to care about your mother?" A sly face appeared in the room.

"If you don't come tonight, the secret will die. I always thought you were more interested in the secret on the note. I misunderstood. Why don't we just talk about family relationship today and nothing else?"

"Haha, mother, when did you start to be so humorous? It's not like you."

"It's too hypocritical to talk about the truth with you. Isn't it?" There was a bit of sarcasm in the witch's calm tone.

"Tell me! What's the secret you're talking about?" The sorcerer gradually revealed himself.

"Has the witch statue been polluted by evil?" The witch asked directly.

"What do you mean?"

The witch walked up to the man, holding the stick in her hand, and said, "The witch stick has already been invaded by evil spirits! Didn't you notice it?"

"The witch staff is a symbol of justice, how can the holy light be polluted?" The witch showed disbelief.

"It seems that your heart has already been stolen by the devil. Are you sure that it is you who is standing in front of me?"

"Don't change the subject. What's the 'secret'? Tell me quickly." The witch was angry.