Cheng Moji

Looking at the other side, the wizard was talking with the inexplicable voice.

"Why can't my witchcraft be fully utilized?" the wizard asked eagerly.

"That's because of your kindness and weakness." He replied with a contemptuous smile, as if he felt that the witches didn't believe him, and continued: "Do you know where the witch statues in the witch temple come from?"

"I've only heard a legend for a long time. This sorcerer helped people slay demons and demons, and turned into justice to guard the village." The sorcerer seemed puzzled.

"This seems to be true, then do you know why this village has such a strange burial ceremony? And how much do you know about the hollow scarecrow torch ceremony inherited by your Wu people?" The man seemed to see through the thousands of years of this village. secret.

"You mean those hollow men? Could it be that these are related to the legend of the witch statue." The witch looked forward to the answer.

"Indeed. But——I'm tired today and need to replenish some strength. You should go back first. I'll let you know tomorrow."

Looking at the back of the witch walking farther and farther, there was a sound of the door, isolating all sound waves inside and outside.

"Friend, are you still coming out?"

The penetrating power reached Leng Xin's ears extremely strongly.

At this time, Leng Xin was next to the dead body just now. The sound of blood dripping was not from the dead body, but from something hanging on the wooden frame beside it. Looking carefully, it turned out that both the dead body and the thing were hanging On a crossbar, listening to the beating sound of that object, it is a heart, a heart oozing blood.It is expected that it should be the one dug out from the corpse next to the sentence.

Hearing a summons, Leng Xin walked towards the source of the sound.

Outside the window, the night was deep, and the dew was cold and damp.Dongfang Ying heard the noise in the room, looked carefully through the window, and saw a figure coming out, not showing a cold heart.Fearing that the delay would cause worry, Dongfang Ying went back first.Walking back with Feng Qiwu

On the way, silence became the best state, and I didn't say a word until the early morning of the second day.

Dongfang Ying rubbed her eyes and stood up at twilight, only to find that Feng Qiwu had already gone out.Dongfang Ying went to visit the witch next door first, and told each other what happened yesterday.Then he hurried out with dry food.

From a distance, I saw Feng Qiwu still looking at the witch temple from the tree yesterday, the rabbit was hidden and the black rose, and the sky above the whole witch temple was full of splendor and peace. It was the first time I saw such a clear beauty in the early morning, but it was the same as what happened The temperament of the personnel does not match.Slowly approaching, I saw Feng Qiwu was motionless and didn't notice it.

After getting along these days, you can probably feel the complicated and intricate relationship between the two in their previous lives, and you can also see the depth of Leng Xin's affection for her. However, Feng Qiwu's hatred for Leng Xin is inexplicably painful to the marrow, Probably don't want to think of the sad things in the past life, Leng Xin is the linker of the memory of the past life.However, at this moment, there was a feeling that the ice was melting, and her hatred for him was dissolving.

When Dongfang Ying came to the tree, the sound of crushing leaves brought Feng Qiwu back to reality.Dongfang Ying said to Feng Qiwu who turned his head to look at him: "Shan Po is cooking, let's go eat something."

Feng Qiwu didn't leave, Wei Wei replied: "It's okay, it won't affect me if I don't eat for a few days."

"Don't worry, Brother Lengxin will be fine." Dongfang Ying comforted.

Feng Qiwu seemed to sense that Dongfang Ying had misunderstood, and tried to explain: "Dongfang, I—these days, I just don't hate him anymore. If he is killed, I will feel sad in my heart. Don't think too much about it."

"I know. We have always regarded him as a friend, and he will be fine." Dongfang Ying replied affirmatively.

Feng Qiwu nodded, continued to face the Wu Temple, and said nothing.

Dongfang Ying suddenly said: "Why don't I act as a bait to subdue the sorcerer and force him to tell the whole story."

Feng Qiwu hastily replied: "No, let's discuss this matter later. Maybe I will go back tonight in a cold heart." The two of them understood, and continued to observe the movement in the witch temple.