Escape from the Ghost

It has never been Song Yi's style to hold hands and wait to be slaughtered, but in this situation, considering the great disparity between the enemy and us, saving his life is the most important thing.All the Youming brothers didn't have the kind of polite greetings at all. With a big knife in their hands, they rushed towards Song Yi in unison in the posture of a quick battle.

Song Yi didn't hesitate for a moment - just ran away.The explosive speed under high pressure is really amazing, but he didn't take a few steps as if he hit a huge transparent wall and was blocked back.What appeared in front of Song Yi was still the familiar small forest corridor. He tried to charge again, but was bounced back for the second time.

what to do?This area seems to be isolated by itself.

The ghost was getting closer and closer, and Song Yi didn't have time to think, so he ran towards the right side in another direction, carefully groping for the size of the closed area while running.When he returned to the original point, he could basically give up the idea of ​​escaping.This is a completely closed barrier. If people inside cannot get out, then in other words, it is impossible for people outside to come in.So, the only way to get out of it is by yourself.

Coming to this touching conclusion, Song Yi suddenly stopped while running, turned around and passed a big knife close to his face, backed up quickly, stretched out his right hand and leaned forward, grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it back, Because of inertia, Armor Nether was thrown out immediately.

The corners of Song Yi's mouth raised slightly. It seems that this ancient grappling fight was due to insufficient strength and insufficient skill.He was proud of himself, but he didn't know that the armor that had been thrown out just now rebounded under his feet, easily resisting the gravity of the earth, and when he turned around, he gave Song Yi a solid over-the-shoulder fall.Song Yi quickly clasped the man's shoulders back, exerting all his energy, but the weight of the armor was terrifying, and the usual dismantling method was useless.

"Puff-"

Song Yi fell on his back to the ground, and there was a loud "hum" in his brain. Seeing that the big knife was about to fall, there was only a silver light of a sharp blade left in his yellow eyes.

It's not like this is the end of the game...

Armored Youming's face was full of ruthlessness, Song Yi clenched his right hand tightly, and suddenly felt something strange in his palm. He turned his eyes and saw that what he was holding in his hand was Baipi embedded with red gemstones. He drew the knife quickly, With a backhand to resist, the huge friction between the dagger and the big knife caused sparks, and the next moment, the big knife broke with a sound, and was cut in two by Baipi.Song Yi's eyes froze, and he turned sideways and took the knife to stab straight at the chest of the armored Youming. He raised the knife and dropped it, and the Youming immediately turned into a cloud of black mist and melted into Baipili.

Hundreds of seals seal the undead, and there are thousands of ghosts crying together.

Song Yi got up and looked at the dagger glowing red in surprise. The hand holding the knife couldn't help trembling slightly. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had subsided all the panic and suppressed the fear in his heart. On the line of life and death, don't allow yourself to take a step back.

All the ghosts seemed to be forced by his aura, and they stayed in place without moving.Song Yi's eyes sank, and the enemy retreated while we advanced.His eyes were full of determination, and he clenched the knife in his hand and rushed towards the enemy.

When Song Yi approached, You Ming froze in place, unable to move, as if he had lost all resistance.Although Song Yi had doubts in his heart, he was still steady and ruthless. The neck, chest and abdomen, and wherever the blade went, black mist surrounded him. After cutting off a few, the rest stared at Song Yi in a daze, and took two steps back. As a green light scattered around.

Outside the barrier, Li Zhaoling stood outside the grove, holding the Heavenly Battle Halberd, staring at the wall of light.This is not an ordinary barrier. The resentment in the Nether Ghost Formation is rapidly expanding. If you want to break the formation, you can only break the barrier from the inside out, and completely dissipate the ghost energy to have the hope of escape.

Li Zhaoling frowned slightly, the host reappeared, the undead were reborn, even the wronged souls released from the Hundred Pieces, it is impossible to gather such a powerful dark force in just a few days.Everything seems to have been premeditated, running at high speed with the time axis in this school.

He was lucky, fortunately, Baipi was handed over to Song Yi.Li Zhaoling raised his hand, and the Zhan Tianji disappeared in his palm. He turned around and stared at the roof of the second teaching building from afar.

Standing on the top of the building, Mu An looked at Li Zhaoling's figure who was not much bigger than Zhima, and a vague smile slid across the corner of his mouth.From the beginning, he has always bet on the desires and selfishness hidden in everyone's heart. These things seem harmless, but as long as there is an opportunity, they can quickly turn into a stormy sea.Mu An crossed his arms and looked away, and then looked at Song Yi in the enchantment. When the ghostly green light dispersed, he smiled even more, even with a little complacency.This kid, compared to those useless cannon fodder in the past, is really good, that's right, that's how he looks.

Mu An stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a denser cloud of black air dispersed in the barrier.

In the grove, Song Yi reached out and knocked on the transparent wall behind him, the place where the back of his hand hit was hard and cold.He turned his head and looked at the other side of the road. Judging from the direction of escape, only this road had not been explored.He held Baipi tightly, and walked deep into the forest towards the place where Netherworld disappeared.

Logically speaking, this road has been going all the way, and it should be the position of the wall on the other side of the entire separation zone.

But the world is going down and evildoers are on the rise, where is the logic?

A gust of cool wind passed by, feeling the subtle changes in air temperature, Song Yi stopped and looked around cautiously.He held his breath, his face darkened, and he took another step forward. The surrounding scenes began to move, disrupting, changing, and reorganizing at an extremely fast speed.

The feeling of dizziness made Song Yi sick to his stomach, he tried his best to endure the discomfort, and when he came back to his senses, he suddenly found himself in a small ancient courtyard.

Stepping over the threshold, three or two children seem to be playing around in the yard. One moment they were still laughing, and the next moment someone burst into tears:

"My mother said, your house is not clean, and you won't let me play with you..."

"That's right, you have no mother, you jumped out of a rock, you are a monster, and you eat people at night, we don't want to play with you."

The scolded little boy sat on the ground shrugging his shoulders and sobbing. When he saw Song Yi approaching, he opened his mouth and howled loudly as if he had rescued soldiers.Seeing the children disperse in a hurry, Song Yi rubbed his ears, and sure enough, all the bears are pissed, crying so loudly, so let him cry for a while.

Seeing that Song Yi didn't respond, the little boy felt bored crying, shut his mouth and wobbled up from the ground, approached and hugged Song Yi, pretended to cry twice, and said, "Brother! Can you please?" Teach me my skills, I will beat them to death, and see if they dare to bully me again!"

Song Yi touched the boy's blushing face and said, "Look at your worthless appearance, you still need to learn how to fight? Blame yourself for being stupid." He glanced sideways, and there was a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the stone table beside him. The ink on the paper was not dry yet, and asked, "You have practiced calligraphy well, why are you arguing with them?"

The little boy walked to the stone table, picked up the pen and said coquettishly: "I don't know how to write, you teach me how to write."

Song Yi smiled helplessly, his writing skills were basically at the same standard as that of a dog crawling, and it was okay to move his mouth.But the boy looked serious, and he couldn't bear to refuse.That's all!Even if it is a dog crawling, it is impossible to lose to a child.

Song Yi's eyes fell on the table, and the eight-clawed golden dragon slowly appeared on the brush holder. Is it Yinluan?He hesitated for a moment, but picked it up anyway, but as soon as his hand touched the pen holder, several voices began to flow in his ears.

The boy said: "Brother! I will also practice martial arts with you in the future, and go to battle to kill the enemy."

A gentle voice resounded in the air, showing humility and grandeur in the tone, saying: "It is enough for one of the sons of the Song family to go to the battlefield. Listen to the elder brother, and the most important thing is to study hard."

The boy said again: "Then I will work hard to grow taller, and grow to be as tall as my elder brother!"

Song Yi took a closer look, and there was still a child's smiling face in front of his eyes, but in an instant, the scenes were like colored paper dropped in water, slowly softening, becoming furry, and breaking.He rubbed his eyes, the surrounding scene had been changed again, it seemed to be an inner hall, he was wearing a blue robe, sitting on a mahogany chair.

There was a musty smell that hadn't seen the sun for a long time in the room. Song Yi raised his head and looked forward. The door was tightly closed with black carvings. Clouds of dust were suspended.

This is... grounded?

Song Yi frowned, and a black silhouette of a man flashed across the window, walked through the corridor, and pushed open the door.Snow was flying outside the door, and it followed the man into the house like a goose feather, and a burst of unusually real cold air rushed towards him.

The man was wrapped in a white tiger skin cloak, with a piece of jasper on top of his hair, which made his skin more moist than jade. His pair of peach blossom eyes contained water that could not be melted. Perhaps because of the cold weather, even his lips were extraordinarily rosy. .He looked at Song Yi and said politely, "How is brother?"

This is... it's Song Qingzhi, yes, it must be him.

do not know why?Song Yi was very determined.If everything about Song Qingzhi looked like a dream, then at this moment, someone should have deliberately let him see it, or opened up this memory for some reason.

Song Yi frowned, cautiously not daring to make a sound.

Song Qingzhi stood at the door and stepped on the air twice. The room was warm, and the snow instantly turned into water when it fell on the ground.Song Qingzhi tidied up his clothes, walked into the room, put the envelope and pen in his arms on the case, and said, "Write it earlier, so that Zhao Qingyu can report to the Holy Majesty earlier, and return the family's innocence. Big brother, don't you care about these things?" Don't you understand?"

Song Yi turned to look at the pen engraved with a golden dragon on the table, hesitated for a moment, and reached out to pick it up.The moment the finger touched it, the voice sounded again, as if it was right above his head.

"You want me to call me sick to avoid being summoned by the Holy Majesty?"

Song Qingzhi suddenly changed his face, got up and walked closer and said: "Why not? Zhao Qingyu chose to send his son into the Song family army, is he really planning to let him go into battle? Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is just a formality. But Xiahou That idiot Yong actually threw him in the boot camp and broke his leg, do you know that he will never be able to walk normally again in his life, how can Zhao Qingyu not avenge him?"

"Everyone who enters the camp is the same. If he can't bear the most basic trials, he is not qualified to stay. Even if he is lucky enough to go to the battlefield, what will be left at that time is not just a leg, but his life! Song Family Army It's a bloody place, not suitable for him."

"Pedantic!" When Song Qingzhi yelled out this sentence, he seemed to be taken aback along with himself, a little embarrassed.

Song Yi raised his head, the man glanced at him, paused for a moment, and continued, "There are turbulent waves in the court, let me tell you, if the border is not unstable, and the Song family has been proud of their achievements for many years, you think the emperor will spare the general House? This time Mu Yi joined hands with Chen and Han to invade, and Zhao Qingyu’s remonstrance that the Song family’s army should not come out was just the emperor’s innermost thoughts. The military power insists on going his own way, but he is still loyal and willing to use the steps to withdraw from the court." Song Qingzhi stretched out his hand to caress the back of his hand holding the pen, and said, "Brother, what you are holding now...is the steps."

Song Muzhi put down his pen, sneered and said, "It's been so hard for you all these years? How about it, what did Zhao Qingyu promise you after doing this?"

Song Qingzhi put his hand back into the cloak, closed his eyes and said quietly, "Replace it."

Song Muzhi tried his best to control the anger in his words, and said: "Qingzhi, there is nothing wrong with seeking power, but you are wrong in disregarding the safety of the country for your own self-interest. It is disloyal to avoid the invasion of foreign enemies; it is disloyal to the generations of the Song family. It is not filial to be loyal to the general family; it is inhumane for you to trade the safety of your elder brother’s family for your future if you are a blood relative; I want you to study because you abide by the pride of being a minister and a son. Now, you have failed all these expectations , is really unrighteous. Do you know? I am not alone behind me, but tens of thousands of soldiers of the Song family army, so even if I lose my life now, this step... I cannot retreat."

Song Qingzhi looked at the man who was half a head taller than him in front of him, and his complexion was getting darker and darker. Even if this man was imprisoned, he still stood proudly and radiantly.

For countless days, Song Qingzhi looked up at Song Muzhi like this, looking up at this person who was very warm to him but always a little alienated.He has been bullied since he was a child, like a lonely soul crawling in the dark, lingering on his last breath.But as the son of the Song family, this person seems to have been standing in the sun, bathing in a free and bright life.For countless days and nights, he allowed envy and jealousy to spread together.But today, he is no longer the little boy who was bullied in the past. He feels that he can stand in front of Song Muzhi and be an indomitable man, and he expects him to look up to him.

But now, all the efforts seem to be in vain.

Song Qingzhi stood up, swept the envelope on the ground with a wave of his hand, and said in a cold voice: "Even the emperor doesn't care about the safety of the country. Why do you talk about loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness? The generals for generations are just under the ruined rocks of the Northern Wei Dynasty." A joke. Song Muzhi, your life is not your own, nor does it belong to the Northern Wei Dynasty or anyone else. One day, I will let you see with your own eyes that I am the one who really decides the fate of the Song family."

After hearing this, Song Muzhi took a deep breath, and slowly closed his eyes.

Flying around, Song Yi didn't have time to digest what he just heard, the surrounding scene began to change again.As the years approached, it seemed as if all the light in the world had been snatched away by someone suddenly, and it was plunged into darkness.

Song Yi was helpless, the scene was quite dark, until his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.Only then did he realize that this time he was neither confined nor grounded, but was really detained in a dark prison.