Cub's father is not human

It rained a lot during the night, and it was still pattering in the morning.

Yin Li got up and opened the curtains a little. The rain from the World Cup outside was washed clean, and the greenery was dripping with dew under the rain.

Fan Lang dragged him back to the bed, put his arms in his arms, and kissed him on the corner of his lips, "What's wrong, it's still early, sleep a little longer"

Yin Li lay back lazily, blinked, "I don't want to sleep anymore."

"You can't get up either. The patriarch told you to rest more"

Yin Li turned over and crawled on his chest, poked him, "Tell me how you discussed it."

"Discuss what?"

Fan Lang closed his eyes and kissed his neck, accompanied by the patter of rain outside the window.

Yin Li hummed, "Yin spirits, ghosts, these can't stay in Yinshan forever, tell me what you want to discuss."

Fan Lang put his hand into Yin Li's clothes, pressed against his warm chest, and played with it.

Yin Li, "..."

You can't talk about business in bed, sure enough!

Fan Lang picked the red spot on his chest with his hands, Yin Li gritted his teeth and pressed his hand, his eyes suddenly softened, "I want to go home. I miss Auntie."

Fan Lang kissed his forehead, "I know, but you don't want to get involved in this matter, I'll do it."

"But I am also offering sacrifices to mountain spirits."

"But I want to do something for you"

Yin Li pouted and crawled into his arms, Fan Lang said, "Evil gods and ghosts, I can't even bother you, now I can finally do something for you, I just want you to stay here."

Yin Li giggled, "You are my man, you are still a policeman, you can do a lot, and you still have to earn money to support a big family."

He closed his eyes, "Fan Lang, we will go back soon."

"Will do."

In another room, Yin Run asked someone to pour tea, and Sheng Xia drank it in one gulp, "Have another cup."

Yin Run, "..."

He's going to have a long talk.

Han Shuo also came in from the door, his body was a little wet, holding a brass bell in his hand, which was also covered with a layer of rain and fog.

"There are more and more evil spirits in the mountains, and you can always hear howling ghosts and wolves," Sheng Xia complained.

I can't sleep well.

What about a fairyland on earth?

Yin Run sighed, "It's been raining for the past few days, and the source of spirits will be more abundant. I'm afraid there will be more evil spirits."

"Cheng Yan summoned them all?" Han Shuo asked.

Yin Run shook his head, "It's not all, Yinshan is not inaccessible, it's just that there are barriers, and Yinshan is full of spiritual sources, and there are many ghosts and ghosts wandering around the barrier. Once the entrance is opened, it will cause people to rob the spiritual sources." .”

Fan Lang also walked in afterward, "He's asleep."

"To tell you the truth, Yinshan's spiritual source spring is in the mountains. After a long time, Cheng Yan will definitely find the spiritual source spring. If he uses it for his own use, the world's spiritual source will be destroyed, and the line of offering mountain spirits will be destroyed. It's the end."

Fan Lang asked, "A Li said that Yinshan's spiritual source is sufficient, but there is a limit. The patriarch never thought of a way to find the source of spiritual supply from other places?"

"It's not anyone who has Yin Li's luck," Yin Run said.

At the cost of the supply of spiritual sources produced by the sea of ​​human consciousness, offering misfortunes and blessings, only those who are true to each other are able to conceive and conceive spirits, and thus begin to accept other spiritual powers in the body of Jishan Ling.

Yin Xingzhi, who had been standing quietly in the corner, felt a throbbing pain in his heart.

He slowed down and took a deep breath, "In any case, please help me sacrifice the mountain spirit to eliminate the traitors and restore the peace of Yinshan."

Fan Lang naturally agreed, and Sheng Xia was anxious to go to the United States to find a wife after Yin Li's matter was settled, let alone Han Shuo.

The rain outside the window has fallen a little faster, the branches and leaves are shaking, and the wind is full of the fragrance of soil.

Just as the few people were talking, the Spirit of Jishan hurried over.

"Something happened to Yin Li, please go and have a look." As soon as he said the first sentence, Fan Lang left quickly.

In the room, Yin Li pressed his chest firmly, with bloodshot lips, pale face, crawling on the side of the bed, looking tired.

Fan Lang strode over and hugged him in his arms, "Li'er, does your chest hurt? Be good, let me see." He tore away Yin Li's tight grip, and there was a dark mass on his left chest. The white body is extremely obvious.

Yin Run was also extremely shocked after seeing it right now, "Cheng Yan put his Yin spirit into the pregnant spirit?!"

"What will happen?" Fan Lang asked, kissing Yin Li's forehead distressedly, comforting him in a low voice.

"Yunling is the purest source of spirituality. Cheng Yan forced his own Yin spirit into Ah Li's body, causing Yunling to be surrounded by Yin spirits. Whenever Cheng Yan moves, the Yin spirit lurking in Ah Li's body will also be restless. Uneasy, the spirit of Jishan is originally pure, and it can't stand the filth," Yin Run said.

Yin Xingzhi frowned and whispered, "I'll go find him."

No wonder Cheng Yan let them go easily, it turned out that he had already done it.

Cheng Yan, do you want to live so much?

Yin Xin's mouth was in pain, his eyes were red, and he couldn't sleep due to the pain. He opened his eyes in a daze, "Will something happen to Yunling?"

"No, baby, sleep for a while"

"Uncomfortable" Yin Li buried his head on Fan Lang's chest, breathing in pain.

Fan Lang was by the bedside with him, with a bad complexion and anxious heart, but he couldn't think of a way to calm him down.

It was getting dark gradually.

Yin Li closed his eyes, the corners of which were still wet.

Yin Xingzhi knocked on the door, "Eat."

Fan Lang shook his head, "No, is there no way to relieve his pain?"

The patriarch first went back and said to try to check the ancient books to see if there are any records in the books.

Yin Xingzhi's face was also pale, he turned his head and coughed twice, and said in a low voice, "There is a way, but I can't guarantee whether it will work."

"Please also explain."

Yin Xingzhi pursed his lips, and a blush was added to his pale face, "...this...the patriarch said that Yunling was conceived by you and A Li's spiritual source, you can try...hug him...provide you Give the spiritual source to Ah Li."

Fan Lang frowned, "Ah Li's body can't bear it."

Yin Xingzhi sighed, "If the pain is severe, I suggest you give it a try."

Fan Lang nodded, and Yin Xingzhi said, "There is food in the kitchen, which is always hot. If you are hungry, you can take it to eat."

"Thank you."

Fan Lang closed the door, turned his head and saw Yin Li tore off the quilt, exposed his arms, and looked at him weakly.

The pain was so bad that even sleeping was a luxury.

Fan Lang went over and hugged him in his arms, wrapped him in a quilt, Yin Li coughed twice, his head was a little dizzy, "What did Brother Xingzhi say?"

Fan Lang relayed his words to Yin Li. Yin Li squinted his eyes, with sweat on his forehead. He stood up a little, "I want to try."

Pulling him back into his arms, "No, if it doesn't work, you will feel even more uncomfortable."

Yin Li smiled wryly, with a pale face, and gasped in a low voice, "If you can get tired and dizzy, that's fine."

It was raining outside.

Yin Li lay prone on the bed, his thin white hands gripping the sheets tightly, moaning softly.

Fan Lang was very slow and gentle, hugging him tightly from behind, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt...it's okay"

Two days later, Yin Xingzhi captured a bloody mountain spirit from the position.

When the sun came out, Fan Lang carried Yin Li out and sat in front of the wooden house to bask in the sun, his complexion improved a little.

"Akan?"

Yin Run walked over with a cane, followed by Han Shuo, and the two had just finished talking.

Ji Shanling, who was in a mess on the ground, was dressed in ragged clothes and stared at the people in front of him through gritted teeth.

Yin Li was embarrassed to let Fan Lang hug him in front of everyone, and pushed him, "Go and see what's wrong."

Yin Xingzhi coughed in a low voice, and was about to ask something, when the mountain sacrifice spirit on the ground suddenly moved, and grabbed Yin Run madly, everyone was startled, Yin Xingzhi wanted to reach out, but his chest hurt, and the movement was slow, Fan Lang two or three times He ran over with a step, kicked A Kan's body, and cut back his hands to trap the mountain spirit on the ground.

Yin Run walked over and squatted down, opened A Kan's clothes, Yin Xingzhi's face turned pale, and he took a step back.

The mountain spirit named Akan spread black and red flesh from his neck to his body and turned outward, as if he had walked around a fire, which was horrible.

Yin Xingzhi asked with a pale face, "Cheng Yan did this?"

Han Shuo squatted down and shook the bell by A-Kan's ear three times, and A-Kan immediately struggled and twisted on the ground in pain.

Fan Lang let go, black and red blood flowed from A Kan's body, soaked through his clothes, and flowed all over the floor.

Han Shuo said, "The Yin spirit attacked the body, and the body was burned."

Yin Run sighed, "All right, take him to the back room first, and see if it can be cured."

Yin Xingzhi nodded.

Fan Lang turned his head and saw that Han Shuo had already walked towards Yin Li. Yin Li was sitting on a rattan wooden chair wrapped in a small blanket and opened his eyes to look at him.

Han Shuo reached out and touched his forehead, "It's not burning."

Yin Li nodded wryly.

Han Shuo took out a chain, which was twisted with pure black string, very simple and simple, and on the other end of the chain hung a crescent-shaped black-red stone, which was very thin.

"I found this among your father's relics." Han Shuo lowered his head and rubbed the pendant with his hands. "I haven't seen it for many years. I didn't expect him to keep it."

Yin Li tightly shut his mouth.

Han Shuo smiled at him, "Can I bring it for you?"

Yin Li stared at the pendant for a while, then nodded.

Han Shuo knelt down to help him put it on, and Yin Li stuffed it into his clothes.

Han Shuo laughed twice and left.

Yin Li blinked at Fan Lang, and Fan Lang asked, "Shall I take you back to the house?"

Yin Li waved at him, Fan Lang bent down, Yin Li leaned into his ear and said, "Do you think he will open up my father's tomb?"

Fan Lang patted his head dumbfoundingly, "What nonsense, he is also your father."

Yin Li pouted.

Yin Xingzhi leaned against the wall, looking at the person in the room who was struggling and twisting on the bed, his eyes dimmed slightly.

The military uniform on his body was washed clean, it was a bit old, but he still couldn't put it down.

There is often an emergency assembly in the army, and the fastest to get ready and run downstairs.

Sung-yeon's whistle would sound a sharp stop.

Once, he trained in the heavy rain for ten hours the day before, and assembled in the middle of the night. Yin Xingzhi had a fever that night.

When they were assembled, he happened to stop at the same time as Sung Yeon's whistle.

In the middle of the night, he was punished to stand in a military posture from night to morning.

He was punished by standing in a puddle.

Sung-yeon sat on the stairs behind him, smoking all night.

The next day I carried it to the infirmary.

When he was in a coma, he heard the military doctor reprimanding Cheng Yan, saying that he practiced to the death, but in the end it was himself who felt sorry for him.

Cheng Yan touched his head, pressed the injection hand for him, and said, if it is not strict now, he will die the fastest on the battlefield.

dead.

Yin Xingzhi slowly touched the back of A Kan's shoulder, and the back of his hand was immediately burned, red and swollen.

His captain has changed.

No more scolding him, worrying about him, preferring to put his arms around his shoulders, laughing with his brothers around the campfire.

Yin Run came in and checked A Kan's body with a spiritual source. His whole body was scorched and oozing blood.

"Cheng Yan is afraid that he can't hold on anymore, so he will seize his spiritual source to supplement himself."

Yinshan is always the purest spiritual source, and all the darkness will be purified with time.

It's just a matter of time.

Yin Xingzhi endured the soreness in his throat and asked, "The patriarch—"

Yin Run sighed, "Li'er has been delayed for a long time."

Yin Xingzhi nodded, "I will pass on the patriarch's plan to the other mountain spirits. There is not much time. What should start will always start."

The hazy Yin Mountain, shrouded in greenery, stands between the sky and the earth, light and pure.