Cub's father is not human

He was arrested again?

Yin Li was sitting in a simple wooden house, one wrist was tied with a rope made of ivy, and it was covered with a layer of black mist.

Moved the other hand a little, so that the stiff body recovered, and it was no longer so sore.

From the gaps in the simple wooden house, you can see a large area of ​​crystal green outside, surrounded by a light fragrance, so familiar, this is Yinshan.

It's just that he didn't understand why he was bound here by a spell?

What about Fan Lang and the others?

Is there any mountain spirit in Yinshan who will hold him hostage?

Yin Li wanted to call out the spiritual source, but when he moved his fingers, his heart suddenly seemed to be pinched tightly, and the pinching became tighter and tighter. The sudden sharp pain made him subconsciously give up using the spiritual source.

A thin layer of sweat covered his delicate face, and the pain in his heart almost made him lose all his strength in an instant.

"Why..." He murmured under his breath.

With a creak, someone walked in, and the dazzling sunlight outside made him want to squint his eyes comfortably, but after seeing the person coming, he immediately became alert.

"You're awake." The person who came said simply, and put a bowl made of ceramics in front of him, with clear water in it, "drink"

"You are the spirit of the mountain, I have never seen you, why did you arrest me, what about the others?" Yin Li stared at the spirit of the mountain in front of him warily, the costume of the spirit of the mountain, the clothes on his body were messy and dirty , a little depressed, he glanced at Yin Li, his eyes rolled slightly, "Are you a mountain spirit who came back from outside?"

Yin Li pursed his lips and lowered his head sadly. When he left, the patriarch's words were still in his ears. If he leaves here, he will never come back forever.

He looked at Yin Li, with a dark look and disgust in his eyes, and when Yin Li looked up at him, he immediately put it away, and walked out without saying a word.

Yin Li pursed his chapped lips and closed his eyes.

It seemed to be getting dark, and it was getting darker.

This is not a city, and there are no street lights. Fan Lang was a little worried that he would not be able to see clearly whether Yin Li was arrested by the so-called mountain spirits after dark.

Finally, they stopped in front of a bush with many small thorns. The two cats stopped on a low hill full of vines. The position is wide, and there are no huge trees around it, just enough to clearly see the people coming.

Yin Xingzhi said, "We will act again at night. At night, the spiritual source will be scattered among the grass and trees, which can cover up the smell on our body. We can't startle the snake now." Handed the dagger to Fan Lang, "Hold it for self-defense, there is a charm on it." After speaking, he let out a sigh of relief, covered his mouth with his hands and let out a very small muffled coughing sound.

"May I ask, did you join the army after you left Yinshan? I think Yinli must miss you very much."

Yin Xingzhi nodded, thinking of something, showing a faint smile, "I'm sorry that I didn't get together with Ah Li. It's been six years. From leaving here to now, I have been a soldier for six years."

Fan Lang was surprised to find Yin Xingzhi's face flashed with nostalgia, and then turned pale and dazed. He had never seen such an expression on Yin Li's face. He was always so happy, bright and gentle.

Yin Li - Fan Lang's heart tightened.

The sky gradually darkened, and it was completely covered by night. Fan Lang found that the entire Yinshan Mountain was shrouded in a kind of crystal-clear ghostly green spirit source. It was small, glowing with green light, dancing lightly on the leaves, like fireflies. Generally wanton play in the mountains and forests.

Two figures walked quietly in the darkness.

The wooden house in the distance was lit with smoky fire, and there were small conversations from time to time, but not many people were seen.

"Here..." Yin Xingzhi led the way, and seemed to be very familiar with it. He spread green mist from his fingers to wrap the two of them under protection, and carefully checked with Fan Lang outside each wooden house, but they couldn't get too close. Can guess Yin Li's location.

The stench came suddenly, Fan Lang frowned and felt very uncomfortable, and Yin Xingzhi beside him looked even worse, and whispered, "Sly monsters and ghosts, they will come out at night, we need—" His words stopped abruptly .

Yin Li sat leaning against a corner, he was hungry and cold, his eyes were closed in a drowsy state, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Someone slowly covered him with a blanket, Yin Li murmured, "Fan Lang" opened his eyes in a daze, then his whole body shrank, his pupils dilated, and he stepped back vigilantly, shrinking himself into a ball, "Who are you"

The tall human figure standing in front of him may not be called a human being. He was covered in black mist, and he was wearing military uniforms. Blood stains and dirt were left on it—the final form, which could never be changed.

"Yin Ling? How did you get into Yinshan? You caught me?" Yin Li gritted his teeth, with a dangerous look in his eyes, his right hand was behind his back.

The Yin Spirit in front of him stared at him with a pair of eagle-like eyes, stretched out his withered hand, grabbed Yin Li's shoulder firmly, folded his right hand from behind, and wrapped his black hand with the other. Wu's hand pressed Yin Li's chest, Yin Li's eyes widened suddenly, severe pain hit him in an instant, and he was covered in cold sweat in an instant due to the pain.

Fan Lang suddenly stopped and pressed his heart, it hurt so much, he frowned, something happened to Yin Li, Yin Li was right here, very close to him, he could almost feel the strong palpitations.

Yin Xingzhi wanted to stop Fan Lang, but he broke away vigorously, and ran out of his protective circle in a blink of an eye.

Yin Li was sweating profusely, gasping for breath in pain, he was almost unable to support his body, but the hands in front of him firmly grabbed his shoulders, "Stop - stop, don't"

He watched in horror as a light green source of spirituality scattered from his chest - Yunling.

There was a commotion outside the house, but it was strangely quiet after a while.

The wooden door was slammed open, the black mist remained on Fan Lang's body, and a layer of blood mist filled his eyes. Looking at the scene in front of him, he said hoarsely, "Let him go!"

With a strange smile on his face, the tall Yin Ling let go of Yin Li's hand on his chest.

Yin Lifu crawled on the ground, squinting at the people who were fighting together quickly from the remaining pain, Fan Lang only had a dagger, the only remaining spiritual source on it could hurt Yin Ling, Yin Ling had an indifferent smile on his face, He didn't care at all that Fan Lang's knife pierced through his chest, bringing out a black mist of blood and flesh. The black mist of the ghost filled Fan Lang's arm, and the black mist that hurt like bone scraping penetrated into Fan Lang's arm. He turned the dagger with his backhand into the throat of the ghost.

"Cough—" Yin Ling threw him against the wall, and Fan Lang turned over on the spot and approached Yin Li. With his back to Yin Ling, he helped Yin Li up. The ghost of a smile.

boom--

His back was burning hot, Fan Lang's face turned pale, he hugged Yin Li, endured the severe pain behind him, and laughed softly, "Ah Li, it's okay—cough, it's okay"

Yin Ling was bounced away suddenly, he turned his head angrily, Yin Xingzhi looked at him indifferently, then turned to Fan Lang and said, "Take him away."

The tall Yin Ling rushed forward to cover Yin Xingzhi's body with a bone-chilling black mist, and let out a horrible laugh, with anger and coldness, "Xingzhi, you finally showed up."

Yin Li clutched his chest and was held in Fan Lang's arms. His hands were bound and restrained by the green vines filled with black mist. Fan Lang couldn't hurt a little with the dagger.

Yin Li leaned against his chest, Fan Lang took off his coat and wrapped it around Yin Li's body, hugged him with lingering fear, "It's okay, Ah Li, I finally found you, are you still cold?"

Yin Li pushed his arms away a little, looked at Jishanling who was facing him with difficulty, and said weakly, "Brother Xingzhi"

Yin Xingzhi stared at the Yin Ling in front of him, but slightly raised the corners of his lips, and replied, "A Li, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

The tall Yin Ling sneered, and made a voice from his withered and corrupted body, "It would be better if I knew it."

He raised his hand, and the mournful whistling sound outside the house was even worse.

"Cheng Yan, let them go, I will stay." Yin Xingzhi said.

Yin Xin's mouth was scorching hot, as if being scorched by a raging fire. In the place where spiritual sources gathered, Yun Ling was even more restless.

Holding Fan Lang in his arms, his heart ached so badly, but he couldn't help at all.

His clothes were torn behind him, and the black mist penetrated his back.

Yin Ling, who was called Cheng Yan, just stared at Yin Xingzhi, and suddenly laughed out a moment later, extremely cold, "What do I need you for?"

Yin Xingzhi's heart ached sharply, his face turned paler, and he suppressed a stuffy cough.

"It's really a coincidence." Cheng Yan sneered, "I only take his Yunling, and won't hurt his life. You shouldn't be so worried."

The other party was furious, "Chengyan, do you still have a conscience, he is my brother, you know that Yunling is to Jishanling—" He didn't interrupt.

"—Conscience? I'm not a human anymore, I don't have that thing. He is your brother, what am I to you." Cheng Yan suddenly released a large amount of black mist.

There was a strong wind outside.

In the house, the ground turned into a mudflat and gave off a stench. A few withered hands stretched out from the black mud, and the evil spirits struggled.

"A Li, be careful!" Yin Xingzhi shouted.

Fan Lang hugged Yin Li horizontally, stood up within the range of his control, and avoided the dry hand.

Cheng Yan let out a stern laugh, "Look, am I even stronger now?"

The withered hands on the ground attacked Fan Lang violently, grabbed his trousers and pulled them into the quagmire. Fan Lang kicked one at a very fast speed, but still couldn't compare with the more and more withered hands.

Like a cemetery.

The sword arrow transformed from the spiritual source pierced through the tall Yin Ling and passed through his body, leaving a wound that did not disappear for a long time, and the withered hand on the ground paused for a moment.

Then Yin Xingzhi's body slammed into the wall.

"Cough cough cough-"

Cheng Yan walked over, knelt down, and reached out to touch him, but stopped in mid-air, "All right, I'll be back to adult in no time, aren't you happy?"

Yin Xingzhi fell limply to the ground, bowed his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, lowered his head and panted in pain, and realized that the person in front of him was about to leave, so he grabbed Yin Ling with all his strength.

The filthy mist on Yin Ling's body immediately turned back, starting from his hands like burning pain.

"Let go!"

Yin Xingzhi climbed almost half of his body on Cheng Yan's corrupt body, and flew a touch of spiritual source towards Fan Lang and the two of them with all his strength, and the withered vines that had trapped Yin Li's wrists came out in response.

At the same time, Yin Xingzhi opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood.