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"Mr. Lin, the pillars will be replaced with new ones, and we will come over later."

One of the beheading envoys opened his mouth, Lin Sijin turned his head to look, and replied, his ears moved, and he turned his head again.

Just now it seemed that he was hallucinating, and heard someone calling him an idiot.

Recently, people always say that he is an idiot. He touched his ears and guessed that he had heard wrongly. He looked at the mirror again and silently changed the direction of the mirror.

The mirror turned in the opposite direction and couldn't see him.

He didn't stay in the hall for long, and soon a boy with a baby face came in.

"Brother Lin, Brother Sheng asked us to take you to the altar."

Lin Sijin got up quickly, he didn't need to bring anything, he only needed to put on the cap.

He put on the valance, still a little uneasy.

"It turned out that the city lord didn't let me take half a step, just in case someone recognized me at the altar..."

"Don't worry," the baby-faced boy hesitated to speak, but he still didn't say anything, "Today's mission will be over, let's go together."

Lin Sijin then put on the veiled hat, heard "Today's mission will be over", and asked, "Have you received the news?"

"It's just a guess," said the baby-faced boy, "it may not really end."

The three of them were together, and there was a girl following them. The girl was taciturn and said very little, and followed them quietly all the time.

The altar is not far away. Yixiu City is a ring-shaped city with a mountain in the middle. The mountain has been carved into a huge altar with a ghost king temple on it.

The market and streets are outside the mountain, and the outermost are four city gates.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the mountain peak stood tall and towering. In the darkness, the end could not be seen at a glance, and the edge of the altar could be vaguely seen.

Yixiu City believes in ghost kings. It is rumored that their city was originally just a small city. Because of the drought in the city for three years, the people prayed to the ghost king day and night. The continuous drought in Yixiu City.

Since then, Yixiu City has worshiped the ghost king every year, and it has become a unique custom, imprinted in the bones of every generation.

Now there are many lights on the mountain, and the figure of the evil spirit-slashing envoy seems to blend with the night. Today there is no moonlight, the sky is gloomy, and the dark clouds cover the boundless moonlight.

The wet breath rushed towards his face, Lin Sijin stepped on the muddy ground, the mountain road was a bit steep, and there were many murals carved on it, it was difficult to see clearly.

He saw Sheng Rufei, not far away, in Sheng Rufei's hand was a blue lantern with a pattern of a ghost king's mask painted on it.

There are many ghost-killing envoys guarding this side, and not far away is the altar, on which many sacrifices have been prepared in advance, and in the center is a huge statue of the ghost king Yixiu.

He glanced along, the candles on the table were lit, and the stone steps were long and deep, as if there was no end in sight.

"Brother-"

The envoys were all dressed in black, and blending into the night looked a little scary at first glance. He held his sword and came to Sheng Rufei's side.

Sheng Rufei touched his head through the hood, and said to him, "Follow me later, don't be afraid."

He said "yes", and glanced at the altar not far away, always feeling chills in his heart, and somehow had a bad premonition.

They came here ahead of time, and soon the stone steps on the mountain were lit up, and many people came over with their lights on.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away, it seemed that raindrops were falling from the sky, and people from the City Lord's Mansion also came over.

Lin Sijin looked at the past, all the envoys backed down, and the servant appeared in everyone's sight along with the city lord.

The city lord was in his early thirties, with a gold belt and a jade crown, and there were golden dark patterns on his cuffs.Zhou Zheng, who had a natural appearance, didn't look very energetic, his face was slightly blue, and he looked very sick, and he seemed to be panting twice when he walked two steps.

He had heard the voice of the city lord at the banquet, and the city lord seldom spoke, and basically asked the servant to pass the message on his behalf.

Thinking about it, Lin Sijin couldn't help but look at the city lord, perhaps sensing his gaze, the city lord coughed twice and looked towards them.

He immediately lowered his head, and when his eyes moved away, he subconsciously took another look.The city lord's footsteps are a bit frivolous, and he looks top-heavy. When he walks, his robe is empty, giving people the illusion that there is nothing under the robe.

As the city lord passed by them, he heard a hoarse whisper.

"That's too late."

"How many times to do it again... the same result."

The voice of the lord of the city was like a broken drum and gong opened a hole, and the wind flowed in, rustling and scratching the eardrums.

Lin Sijin heard these two whispers, and he looked along as if he felt something.In front of them is a huge statue of the ghost king. The ghost king wears the mask of the king of hell, and the pattern of the eight immortals falling into hell is on his robe. His facial features are hidden in the depths of the night.

The people below were bustling, and only the city lord could come up here. The people in the city stayed under the stone steps, and the accompanying retainers all carried a lantern. The lantern glowed faintly, and the tassels fluttered with the wind.

Burning incense, Lin Sijin looked at the huge statue in front of him. He felt that the statues seemed to look similar, and he felt a strange feeling in his heart. His eyes fell on the mask of the ghost king, trying to see the face clearly through the night.

Curly green smoke floated in the air, and the envoy Zhan Zong wanted to come forward to offer incense to the city lord.

Originally, this was what Sheng Rufei should do, but Lin Sijin stood still and heard a hoarse voice.

"Let him come over."

He was originally wearing a veiled hat, and he could obviously feel many scrutinizing eyes falling on him, and the servant repeated it again and let him pass.

"Don't be afraid, let's go."

A familiar voice came from next to his ear, and Lin Sijin felt as if Sheng Rufei was rubbing the tip of his ear through the veiled hat.

The tension in his heart was soothed, and he didn't have to worry much with Sheng Rufei, so he took two steps forward, looking at the incense on the tray, and the burnt handkerchief beside him.

It was necessary to use a burnt handkerchief to touch the incense, so he picked up the black incense through the handkerchief, lit it in the servant's hand, and then presented it to the city lord.

He could see the green smoke from the incense burning through the veil, but the city lord didn't pick it up immediately.

The green smoke loomed, and the city lord suddenly spoke.

"You...have you ever regretted it?"

Lin Sijin paused holding Qingyan's fingertips, he didn't know who the city lord was talking to, now he was the only one in front of the city lord, should he be talking to him?

He felt a little weird in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to look at Sheng Rufei, wondering if he should answer.

Fortunately, the city lord soon took the black incense in his hand, and it seemed that he didn't need to answer.

The shadows of the trees next to it were shaking, and the word "Yixiu" was capitalized on the flag, and a row of lanterns was shaking at the same time.Lin Sijin stood where he was. He watched the city lord lean over slightly, his eyes slightly closed, and his attitude was devout and compassionate.

The city lord has been maintaining such a movement. When the wind blows, the city lord's robe is blown up. At the moment when the robe is blown up, he can see clearly——

Immediately, a touch of fear emerged in his heart, his brain was dizzy, he had a bad pre-cold, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

There was a "bang", like a harbinger of the beginning of everything, the city lord maintained a slight bend, he fell forward, his forehead hit the edge of the stone steps, and black blood burst out instantly.

The city lord maintained a pious and compassionate expression, and the crow incense in the cauldron was still burning, blurring the face of the god statue.

Lin Sijin hadn't recovered from the scene he saw just now, he just saw the cuffs and hem of the city lord's clothes, it was empty and there was nothing.

At this moment, there was a scream from the crowd, and as the city lord fell, the crowd below rioted.

There was a bright light in front of Lin Sijin's eyes, and the flames spread in the distant city, and the smoke and dust billowed and burned half of the sky red, like a huge fire dragon flying in the air.

"My lord, the city lord—"

"... an evil curse, an evil curse..."

All the beheadings made all the blades unsheathed, and the face of the city lord was covered with dense spells, his face was pale and dry, as if he had been dead for several days.

At the same time, many people in the crowd had black spells emitting from their bodies, and the black spells covered their faces. The spells seemed to be alive, like black reptiles, wriggling densely on people's bodies.

"Ahhhhhhh-"

"My face...my face—"

Someone covered his eyes and yelled in pain, someone turned into a black mist monster in an instant, and the black mist spread everywhere among the crowd.The evil curse erodes their bodies, blood spurts out, contrasting with the fire behind them, the scene in front of them is like a purgatory on earth.

One part of the Zhan Zong envoy went to check on the city lord, and the other part immediately stepped forward to kill the evil spirits. Black mist filled the air, complaints and cries mixed together, and the sword light refracted a cold light.

Lin Sijin's eyes were slightly stunned, but in just half a quarter of an hour, what happened was completely out of control.He remembered what Xue Ning had said to him, and looked at those mantras again, feeling a throbbing pain in his heart for no reason.

At the moment when he lost his mind, his wrist was held, Sheng Rufei held his wrist, and pushed him back two steps.

"Stay here, if you encounter danger, immediately crush the token and leave the secret realm."

Sheng Rufei drew his ice sword out of its sheath, slowly let go of him, cast a barrier on the spot, then turned and left.

"Brother-"

Lin Sijin yelled, and the crowd kept screaming, and Sheng Rufei was no longer in place.

Those evil spirits... were still human just now, but now they are beyond recognition.

Lin Sijin was in the barrier, with blood splashing in front of him, his robe was blown up, and the envelope in his arms was still stuck to his side.

Many strands of black mist were shrouded, and the black mist surrounded the barrier waiting for an opportunity.Lin Sijin took out the envelope from his arms, he had many doubts in his heart, as if there was a thread pulling him in the dark.

With a faint decision in his heart, he touched the letter in his arms with his fingertips, uncovered the wax seal on it, and took out the paper inside.

The letter was only a thin sheet, with nothing written on it, only a pattern of feathers and cranes singing.

The Crane Immortal on the pattern is smiling but not smiling, with a strange face, which looks like a patchwork of countless incantations.The moment he looked over, the Feather Crane Moment ignited out of thin air and dissipated at his fingertips.

The paper was instantly reduced to ashes.

Lin Sijin didn't have time to be surprised, he felt a huge suction force, and countless light spots turned in front of him, before he could say "senior brother—" he disappeared in place.

His mind was dizzy, and he heard a "bang" in a trance, which was the sound of the token shattering.

The token automatically shattered, indicating that the task deadline has expired.

He was still a little unsteady when he landed, and his eyes wobbled for a while, and he returned to a familiar place.

Just when he thought he was going to faint, he swept a corner of his familiar clothes, and fell into a hug that was covered with cold fragrance.

A face that he hadn't seen for a long time came into view, Feng Rugao supported him, the expression in his eyes was calm, if you look carefully, you will find a bit of cold anger in the depths.

Lin Sijin was still dizzy, he felt a little nauseous, and when he got out of the secret realm, it was as if he was being dragged and swayed dozens of times in the air.When he met Feng Rugao's face, he reacted belatedly.

"Master...?"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Sijin's face turned pale, and he fainted in Feng Rugao's arms.

"Look...that's Mr. Changming?"

"Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times. Lord Changming has left the Changming Hall. Why this time?"

Some disciples came out of the secret realm, and they all noticed it. They felt novelty for a while, and there was a little reverence, and they were discussing in low voices with great interest.

Normally, Sheng Rufei was always the focus of the crowd, but now it was replaced by Feng Rugao, Feng Rugao rarely appeared in front of people, and easily attracted everyone's attention.

Su Lian also came out of the secret realm. He glanced thoughtfully at Feng Rugao's direction, and then at the young man not far away.

Sheng Rufei also just came out of the secret realm. She was looking for someone, but soon found the young man in his master's arms. He stood there without moving, his fingertips clenched the long sword, and his whole body melted into the shadows inside.