The bright moon sits on the ground

As Jun Pojun Xingjun thought, Xu Lang left Kunlun to find Xie Mu in Xiayan City.

This night, the moon hung on the tip of the tree, and the edge was wet and blurred by the night, and the boundary between the bright moon and the night could not be distinguished.

Xu Lang stared at the full moon, wondering if it was his illusion, he always felt that tonight was colder than before, even the moon was covered with a layer of mist,? This Xiayan City is like spring all the year round,? Gentle,? Logically speaking, this should not happen.

He secretly thought that if there were no delays on the road, he would be able to reach Xiayan City during the day.

At this time, everything was silent, no one was around, even if he came, it was impossible to knock on the door of Xie's house in the middle of the night.

However, Xu Lang has nothing else to do. After thinking about it, he decided to go to Xie's house and take a peek at Xie Mu's situation.To be honest, since he set foot in Xiayan City, he has had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he doesn't know where it came from.

Children should go to bed very early, even if they can struggle during the day, they will gradually feel sleepy as the evening approaches.

Xu Lang remembered that Xie Mu had been living alone since three years ago. He thought that he would see Xie Mu sleeping soundly on the bed. As a result, when he concealed his figure and pushed Xie Mu away The door of the bedroom, after walking in lightly, only to find that there was only a slightly messy soft bedding left on the bed, and a naive cloth tiger with half of its head exposed.

He walked to the bed, tried the temperature, it was cold, obviously, Xie Mu had been gone for a long time.

In the middle of the night, although Xie Mu is still a child, he has always been calm and steady. It is impossible to suddenly throw off the quilt and run out to play. Xu Lang thought, the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, like twisted thorns, tightly Stretch his atrium, grow inward, strangle blood stains, he must be suffocated.He stood there for a while, then turned around and knocked on the door of Xie's house.

When Mother Xie opened the door, she saw a familiar looking man standing in front of the door.

She remembered that this was Daoist Ji from many years ago.This Daoist Ji has clear eyebrows, full of mountains and seas, and wide sleeves in green clothes, like luxuriant vegetation. He is always calm and peaceful, but now, there is a trace of anxiety in those eyebrows and eyes, as if a stroke of dizziness Opened cinnabar, when seeing her, the anxiety became more obvious, and he asked, "Sorry, sorry to bother you, where is Xie Mu?"

"Daoist is here to look for Mu'er?" Mother Xie was not surprised, and said, "The Taoist came by accident, and Mu'er is not at home now. The second head of the Tan family came to meet Mu'er in person, saying that he had something important to discuss. As for what it is, where I'm going... I don't know."

Xu Lang had heard that the Tan family was a Gu-controlling family with a strong family background, and it could be said to be in full swing in this bureaucratic and chaotic Xiayan City.

A powerful and powerful family like the Qin family came to see Xie Mu, most likely they wanted to use his divination skills to spy on the destiny.

Xu Lang suppressed the inexplicable irritability, and asked again: "How long ago did Xie Mu leave?"

"It's been two hours." When Xie's mother said this, she paused, with a worried look on her face, "I'm an ordinary person, and I don't know this way, but Mu'er can give it quickly every time. The answer is, I don’t know why it took so long this time.”

Although her face was full of tiredness, she articulated clearly, without the slightest sense of sleepiness. After Xie Mu left, she probably didn't fall asleep either.

Xu Lang knew that the mother in front of him was more concerned about Xie Mu than he was, so he calmed down and said calmly: "Maybe there is something wrong on the road and the delay, the Qin family should take good care of him, you should rest earlier, I Come visit again later.”

Mother Xie complied with his words, and seeing Daoist Ji turned and left, she hesitated in front of the door for a moment, then went back and took a paper lantern, hung it in front of the door, as a lighting A little glimmer of light on the road is a comfort in this deep night.

After walking around the corner and out of Xie's mother's sight, Xu Lang quickly took out the map of Vientiane from his arms and unfolded it slowly.

The purple light was floating, and the lines of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas were hidden in the protruding stars. He silently recited Xie Mu's birthday horoscope, his fingers moved on the map, and the ever-changing patterns rose and fell under his fingertips. He indicated a place.

Xu Lang pressed the map of Vientiane tightly to his chest, took a step forward, and rode the biting evening wind to the place pointed by the map.

He heard that the Tan family planned to dig earth to fill the lake in Xiayan City, and he had a look at it from a distance.At that time, the construction had just started, and there was no famous place to be seen, but the people admired it very much. When they remembered it, they deliberately detoured to have a look, and occasionally brought some food to express their condolences—the lake was named "Lingyan". , surrounded by smoked willows on the shore of the lake, if there is wind, thousands of silks will dance lightly.

Now, those willow trees are swaying in the dark night, like old beggars with disheveled hair and crazy.

As they got closer, a gust of dark wind came towards Xu Lang's face, stinging his eyes, crying hoarsely, and brushing against his cheek, the instant pain made him think he had cut his face. Bloodstains, touch the cheek, but can only feel a rough sting.He heard the wailing in the wind, and tried to open his eyes, only to see the swaying shadow, like the shadow of a willow tree.

There are too many, Xu Lang thought, those distorted and purple faces were all twisted together, he couldn't even count how many there were.

Those innocent souls kept rushing towards him, and the biting cold wind poured into his mouth and nose. Xu Lang gasped suddenly, raised his arm, and the copper bell in his sleeve trembled slightly. The next moment, the crisp copper bell rang through the night, but Did not shatter the lucid dream of the sleeping person.

With the spread of the copper bell, Wounded Soul's movements were obviously much slower, and there was a bit of struggle on his face.

After pacifying these innocent souls, Xu Lang pushed aside the overlapping willow branches like curtains, and walked forward step by step.

Things have come to this, even if he didn't see Xie Mu with his own eyes, he still guessed what kind of scene he would see next.

He couldn't tell what his mood was at this moment, maybe it was a kind of almost numb pain, he had witnessed so many deaths, so that once that obscure breath emerged, he could immediately catch it, even if he didn't Don't want to notice this.

Even though he was well prepared, when Xu Lang saw that scene with his own eyes, he still felt a chill down his spine.

The huge earth pit was shrouded in a layer of thick miasma, so thick that it almost condensed into a solid body.Ordinary people can't see this miasma, they just feel uncomfortable and subconsciously want to avoid it, but in the eyes of people like Xu Lang, it's like they've seen some scourge.After all, there can be such a dense miasma, how many corpses are buried under it, and how many innocent people are involved in it, becoming lonely ghosts, wandering in the world for a long time, unable to find where to return.

Xu Lang stood firmly under the willow tree, looking at the pit. Not long after, the flat soil began to squirm, as if something was about to break through the ground, and dark red blood slowly flowed out along the gap, converging into a pool. A pool made of Wang's blood.

His Adam's apple rolled gently, and he uttered a word with difficulty from between his lips and teeth: "Xie Mu?"

No one answered him, and the only ones who could answer him were the painful wails from those struggling souls.

Xu Lang looked at the map of Vientiane in his hand, the scene in the map was ever-changing, a faint golden light flashed, and the scene changed again, showing him a new direction, he looked down, and gradually realized that it was him who came that direction.

They may not be taking the same path, so they just passed by, which is not impossible.

He squatted down, dipped his fingers in the dirty blood, and drew complicated patterns amidst the viscous sound.

This talisman can appease the soul, but it is not a once-and-for-all matter. Their resentment is deep. Day after day, the effectiveness of the talisman wears out, and the repressed resentment gushes out... At that time, I don't know how to solve it .

If Liang Kunwu was called over, it would be very simple. With just one sword strike, these ghosts would be scattered and completely disappeared.

However, they did nothing wrong, Xu Lang thought, it was because of this bloody resentment that it was difficult for him to make a decision.

Xu Lang stood up, and the dark red blood also squirmed and shrank back into the soil. He deliberately avoided that place and walked in the direction he came from. Even though it was the same road, when he stepped on this road again , but the state of mind is completely different from before.

After walking along the long and narrow road for a while, Xu Lang saw bloodstains.

It's not so much blood, it's better to say it's the traces of the path of Yin Qi, crooked, like crawling insects, with the deepest resentment, vicious and vicious, scalding the ground with dark red scars, There was a fog, and there was a sound.

Xu Lang walked forward along the traces, the Yin Qi was also burning his heart and lungs, and twisting his throat into a ball.

He didn't care about those people who fell into light sleep, wanted to shout, thank you, wanted to see the child with clear eyes, looked back at the end of this long, dark road, wanted to call him, wanted to ask him what happened What happened, and I wanted to ask him how he spent all these years—however, Xu Lang couldn't yell out.Where does he stand?He is not someone from Xie Mu, and he is not familiar with Xie Mu. What's more, he is one step late after all, which he cannot justify.

Silence, he thought, he could only keep silent like this, walking along the trail of Xie Mu, walking, until...

Until, Xu Lang saw the child who was far from what he remembered at the stone steps of Xie's house.

The paper lantern at the door has lovely patterns traced on it with immature strokes, such as rabbits, tigers, etc., which are blurred under the flickering candlelight, and the thin light shines through the thin paper. The small area around was illuminated brightly, and Xie Mu, the blood-stained and bruised Xie Mu stood in the dim light, staring blankly.

After death, a person will maintain the appearance of the time of death. After that, if the soul changes its mind, it can also become the usual appearance.

Xu Lang could tell clearly that it was a displaced soul, not a living, breathing person.

Xie Mu stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch the lantern. The lantern was blown over by the wind, and intentionally or unintentionally avoided his hand. The closer he was, the further the lantern receded. In the end , was finally cornered by him, the little rabbit on the lantern stared at him with round eyes, watching his hand getting closer and closer, and then passed through the lantern and receded from the fire.

Xu Lang couldn't bear to look any longer, he looked away, but heard a small sob that fell into his ear, and it intensified.

Immediately afterwards, there was an uncontrollable cry, soft and low, with an indescribable pain, piercing the silent night, sounding from a distance, like the whimpering of the wind, rustling the grass and trees , Startled the jackdaws perched among the treetops, wailed twice, flapped their wings, and flew away without looking back, leaving only a piece of pitch-black feathers, which wobbled down.

And Xu Lang leaned against the cold wall, looked up at the dark night, and suddenly envied Wu Qu Xingjun.

I envy her that she can see the trajectory of everything, she can understand the past, present and future, and she has the power to reverse everything that should not have happened. Even if the end of the road is destruction, she can at least make this journey less difficult.

Hearing the weeping mixed with complex emotions, he raised his hand, trying to hold the entire night in his palm.

So what can he do?Xu Lang blinked his eyes as if his eyes were stung by the inconspicuous starlight, and slowly thought, how can a mortal do something that even a god can't easily do?