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A look of pain appeared in Zhong Yan's eyes, and the words that came out of his mouth were cold and cold, "Yes, you are dead, now you are like a real evil spirit corpse, and you will not be left in the world."

Evil spirits and corpses.

Qin Muyun knew where he was going, so he wanted to be ironic. Back then, he defeated the evil spirit in the Jiling Pavilion and entered the Bell Mansion. Now, he would stay in that dark house forever.

He hated why he turned into such a ghostly look.

Zhong Fufeng couldn't bear to see him like this, and asked, "Patriarch, is there no other way but to suppress him in the Ling Ling Pavilion?

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Zhong Lihua pondered from the side, "Yes, but you also know that it is not a solution at all."

Even if he accidentally killed someone under control, it was a murder after all.

The so-called method is to transform the spirit.

Burn his entity completely, and the soul burned by the spiritual fire can restore its original clarity.

But such a soul can never return to a physical body.

From now on, I don't need to eat, I don't know pain, I don't know people, I don't know ghosts.

What's even more frightening is that no one has ever done this before, so it is impossible to predict when the soul will die.

If not, they can only wait for their souls to be wiped out, disappear completely, or enter the Jiling Pavilion, and after hundreds of years, they will be reincarnated and return to the world.

Qin Muyun closed his eyes and opened them for a long time.

He didn't want to go to the Jiling Pavilion, and he didn't want to be with those gangsters.

Qin Muyun said: "I don't want this body anymore."

For him, this world can no longer be nostalgic.

Besides, those people really died by his hands.

He is unforgivable.

In order to prevent himself from losing his mind again, he asked to be tied up, the steel chain that had been tempered by the spiritual fire, and bound the soul that deserved death.

Zhong Zhiwen couldn't bear it either, and only said that he would set up the formation today and transform the spirit tomorrow.

He wanted to give the child one more night to live.

The sky was dark and breathless, and the nights in the mountains were always colder than in other places.

Zhong Yan accompanied him with his injuries, leaning on the pillars of the meeting hall, propping up his body and trying to speak.

He talks a lot.

It is said that he had a younger brother who was seven years younger than him, who was lively and intelligent, and was the same age as Qin Muyun, but died when he was two years old.

The day Qin Muyun appeared in front of him was his younger brother's Mingdan.

He still remembered that when Qin Muyun called him brother Yan for the first time in a sweet voice, he was so shocked that he forgot how to return the greeting, and then the child got scared and called him senior brother instead.

One day, Zhong Yan taught him how to practice Jue, and saw that he was frowning because he couldn't make it into a solid body. The wind blew over his delicate face, and his lips muttered in a beautiful arc. He said, "Actually, you can call me Brother Yan."

What was Qin Muyun's expression at that time?

He was very happy, he completely forgot that he hadn't learned what his brother taught him, and sweetly shouted twice: "Brother Yan!"

Brother Yan, Brother Yan.

At that moment, Zhong Yan's heart beat like a drum.

Qin Muyun heard him speak slowly, his abdomen was simply bandaged, the blood was still bright red and glaring, he suddenly wanted to hug him.

Zhong Yan looked into his eyes firmly and said, "Mu Yun, is there really no one you care about in this world?"

Have.

Of course there is.

Qin Muyun was tied up and couldn't move, and his fragility from exhaustion was finally revealed silently.

"Brother Yan, I become a ghost, will you be afraid of me?"

Zhong Yan struggled to stand up, and slowly squatted down in front of him.

He was much taller than Qin Muyun, and he squatted down and stared at him.

When he was weak, he was already outstanding among his peers.

A sword came out of its sheath with a cold light, and wherever it went, it slashed demons and subdued evil, and never retreated half a step.

I thought it would be so cold and arrogant until the end.

"In this life, the only thing I'm afraid of is never seeing you again."

Qin Muyun smiled.

Even if yin and yang are in conflict, where you are is where I belong.

On the second day, the weather was surprisingly good.

On the main hall of the Zhongfu, there is a large open formation.

Transforming spirits is a special ceremony, and once it starts, it cannot be turned back.

The 36 disciples of the Zhong family were divided into four circles and sat on the floor. Qin Muyun was in the middle, and his eyes were always looking at Zhong Yan outside the formation.

The incense burner on the side was lit with incense, and the smell was soft and sweet, and Qin Muyun fell asleep quickly.

The ceremony begins.

Clusters of blue spiritual fire rushed up to the roof beams of the hall, and Qin Muyun was dragged into the sea of ​​flames. He trembled in pain, gritted his teeth to bear the pain of soul stripping, and did not make a sound during the whole process.

The spiritual fire burned for three days and three nights before it went out.

In the end, he became a shadow with nowhere to rest, still wearing the Zhong family's robe, the blue clothes were as transparent as a fairy.

The sins and injustices of this life have come to an end.

Qin Muyun followed Zhong Yan away.

The 36 people in the formation were all exhausted.

Zhong Ziyuan was the protector of the outermost layer. He felt dizzy after standing up, and the long-term consumption made him a little bit overwhelmed.

Zhong Chuze, Zhong Lihua and others also suffered losses.

Externally, the Zhong family's reputation urgently needs to be restored, and internally, it is urgent to restore the truth.

Before turning into a spirit, Zhong Yan told Qin Muyun not to hold grudges.

He came to end all the hatred for him.

Chi Xingqian silently witnessed the whole process of Hualing, he handed the prepared warm tea to Zhong Ziyuan, and said, "I need to go down the mountain in the next few days."

Zhong Ziyuan said: "When will you come back?"

Chi Xing said: "Two days."

why?

Zhong Ziyuan pursed his lips, wiped off the tea stains on the corners of his lips with his sleeve robe, but finally didn't ask.

"it is good."

he said softly.

Chi Xingqian went down the mountain that day.

ghost house.

Chi Xingqian walked through the underworld, his face was as cold as a knife and an axe. He felt that if the ghost soldier leading the way slowed down a few steps, he might wring his head off again.

"Report, report." The ghost soldier trembled.

"Get out of here." At this moment, Yin Ji was playing with the gadgets he had just found from the world, and he was very happy in his heart. When he looked up and saw Chi Xingqian's face that smelled so bad that he wanted to kill his ancestors, he lost interest immediately.

Yin Ji rested his thighs on the stone table in front of him, moved his body back along the chair, found a comfortable position, and said with a teasing smile, "Why, after you figure it out, you want to come back and be a ghost messenger?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the chair rotted into a pile of waste wood with a snap, and Yin Ji fell on his back.

The ghost soldiers on the side hurriedly lowered their heads and held their breath, pretending to be blind and deaf is the way to survive.

Chi Xingqian said: "What are you going to do to him?"

Yin Ji felt that his eyes were so fierce that they seemed to want to swallow him.

He patted his butt, stood up slowly and said, "You don't know what I want to do to him?" The corner of his mouth pulled the most annoying arc, and he smiled evilly and ambiguously, "A moment in spring is worth a thousand gold." , what I want to do to him, isn't it also what you want to do?"

Chi Xingqian said: "Stop talking nonsense here, Yin Ji, on the day at Yangjiaopo, your original intention was to hold him back from returning to Zhongfu so quickly."

Yin Ji exaggeratedly pretended to recall what happened at that time, and then corrected, "It's not just for that purpose, Zhong Ziyuan is really good-looking, and this king really likes it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Xingqian walked up to him, and slapped his face hard with his palm. Yin Ji flew out, feeling that his brain was about to be stunned. After all, he was the king of ghosts, and he succeeded again and again. Can't help evil from the gallbladder.

Yin Ji said sadly: "Guess what, if Zhong Ziyuan knew that a beast had sneaked into the Zhong Mansion, what would he do?"