The devil is me

Although this young man is weak, but he looks only fifteen or sixteen years old, his heart is probably healthy and strong, so he won't be scared out of his wits if he is healthy.

The three of them were a little surprised for a while, and they were on 12 points of vigilance.For a moment everything was silent, only the sound of the young man pasting paper lanterns.

One, two, three.

He seemed to think that he had had enough, so he stood up and lit the candle beside him, trying to put it in the lantern, but because his fingers were stiff after death, the candle was placed crookedly, and the paper lantern was lit instantly!

For a moment, the fire suddenly appeared, and the tongue of fire licked the pulp all over the floor, and it became even more powerful. The temperature of the whole wooden house was scorching, and the wood and thatch spread bright red flames, making crackling sounds.

The young man didn't know anything, he just stood in the fire blankly, with a dazed expression, as if he was thinking about why the lantern was not lit, and the flames engulfed him in an instant, and he was never found again.

Wu Nian still wanted to save the corpse, but was dragged out of the house by Xi Buwen, Shen Yuliang didn't know when he had retreated out of the house earlier, seeing Xi Buwen coming out, he raised his hand to help him.

Xi Buwen had black ashes on his face and coughed from choking. Just as he was about to thank him, several loud bangs suddenly rang out from the top of the mountain!

The three of them were all dumbfounded, watching helplessly as the coffins at the back of the house exploded, and walking corpses stood up from inside. There were men and women, old and young, with different forms of death, all dressed in white shrouds, Corpse spots were all over the body, with arms hanging down and eyes staring at the three of them!

The three couldn't help but retreated a few steps, and when they were about to retreat down the mountain, they found that the surrounding tombs were also trembling. Walking corpses, stepping on the ground full of offerings and bits of phosphorescence, gathered towards the fire-shining houses.

Shen Xinzhai made a decisive decision: "Let's run separately and meet at the foot of the mountain."

As he spoke, he immediately summoned the Julin Sword, and headed towards the densely packed walking corpses on the west side to kill the generals.Although he is in a wheelchair, his swordsmanship is so blended that it keeps walking corpses from getting close to him. There is abundant spiritual power shining all over his body, which complements the brilliance of the Julin sword. It is indeed a famous swordsmanship.

Xi Buwen and Wu Nian also chose one side, Wu Nian ran and killed, running, suddenly felt that there was nothing behind him, he turned his head, and found behind him were the vast tree shadows and the gentle night wind, and there was no walking corpse chase after.Just when he was inexplicable, he suddenly heard Xi Buwen's exclamation, the sound was only loud for a moment, then immediately became dull and could not be heard again.

With sweaty palms, he quickly turned his head and swept towards the north where Xi Buwen was.

I saw that the mountainside on the north side was full of walking corpses. They squeezed out screams from their throats as if they came from hell, wandering aimlessly in the mountains and fields, looking for them.

Wu Nian bit the bullet and rushed over, but he didn't find Xi Buwen along the way, he searched deep in the dense forest, when passing by an open coffin, suddenly stretched out a hand with distinct knuckles from inside to hold Wu Nian I dragged it in!

Wu Nian grabbed the opponent's elbow with a backhand, and used his dead hand with great force. He thought he was going to fight for his life, but he heard the person under him groaning in pain.

"It hurts, hurts... it's me... Xi Buwen!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the walking corpses around him seemed to have all sensed and gathered towards the coffin.Xi Buwen immediately pinched another breath-holding formula, indicating that Wu Nian would follow his example to hold his breath down.

The two were squeezed into a coffin, Wu Nian's whole body was wrapped in Xi Buwen's arms, through the thin clothes, he could even feel something indescribable about the person under him.

Sweat on sweat, breath mixed with breath, Wu Nian's ear was pressed against Xi Buwen's lips, like a white and tender dumpling tempting him to eat.

He swallowed unconsciously in his throat, but it was magnified countless times in Wu Nian's ears. Wu Nian felt even more irritable, and he elbowed Xi Buwen's lower abdomen. Suddenly appeared above the coffin!

Xi Buwen quickly held back his breath, and made another tactic.There was a puzzled expression on the walking corpse's face. He pressed his blue-white face covered with old black bloodstains to the bottom of the coffin, and the broken bridge of the nose hung above the eyelids of the two of them.

He searched and searched, but couldn't feel the spirit of a living person, and finally found nothing, and left with regretful and heavy steps.

Wu Nian put an enchantment around the coffin, finally moved his body, turned around and looked at Xi Buwen, his fair and handsome face was now covered with black ashes and blood stains, Wu Nian softened a bit, and used his hands He wiped the sleeves for him, but his sleeves were not clean, they were getting darker and blacker, and finally he chose to give up: "Why did you make it like this, what did you shout just now?"

Xi Buwen saw that there was an enchantment protecting him, so he untied the breath-holding spell, sat up a little bit and gasped for breath: "Just now I ran two steps north, and found that almost all the walking corpses were coming towards me, I was running for my life, Suddenly another one came out of the ground under my feet and grabbed my ankle, I fell forward and screamed, and then fell into this coffin."

"I saw that this place is good for hiding except for the smell..." He sincerely praised a coffin, "Hey, the top-quality paulownia wood can cover up my masculinity, but it's a pity that the coffin lid is broken."

Wu Nian didn't bother to talk to him: "I don't care if you want to lie in there for the rest of your life, I'm going down the mountain anyway."

He jumped out of the coffin and found that almost all the walking corpses were hovering outside his barrier, roaring and waiting for an opportunity to enter.

He tightened his eyebrows, always feeling that something was wrong.These walking corpses seem to be targeting Xi Buwen alone, which is really abnormal.

Xi Buwen jumped out of the coffin with one leg: "I know what you're thinking, they only chased me."

Wu Nian squinted at him and asked, "What happened to your leg?"

"It's nothing, I was caught by a walking corpse just now."

Xi Buwen said it lightly, as if he was just scratched by a little wild cat on the side of the road, with a smile on his face, Wu Nian frowned, leaned down and forcibly pulled his trouser legs up to see, there was a twist on his calf. There was a black curse mark, and black blood was still oozing from the broken ankle.

"It's just... probably, I was bitten." Xi Buwen smiled awkwardly, "It's not a big problem."

He has solved this thing in his previous life, if it is not ten thousand, it is eight thousand. After all, it is common for these mischievous evil spirits to give him a little uncontrollable.Although it is a bit troublesome if you don't use the forbidden technique, but if you use the cunning technique, lifting the curse is just a matter of flipping hands.

But Wu Nian admitted the truth, looking at the curse mark, he was very worried, if it persisted for a long time, he would have to amputate his limb to prevent it from spreading, and he had to take Xi Buwen down the mountain as soon as possible.

Wu Nian is a practical man, so he immediately flew into the air, threw the Buddhist pestle into the air, and summoned a swastika cage. Suddenly, thousands of glorious swastika imprints appeared in the wilderness, trapping the walking corpse in the middle, and the golden light illuminated the sky It also reflects the benevolent face of Wunian, and the solemn appearance of the Dharma.

"This word is so easy to use." Xi Buwen supported the coffin boards, looked at the corpses one by one, stood obediently in the cage for a moment, roared but could not help but sighed.

"The swastika is not a word." Wu Nian cast the magic circle and landed calmly, "It's light."

"But the magic circle won't work for long, hurry up." He lowered his body and said, "You come up."

"Ah?" Xi Buwen didn't understand.

"You come up, I'll carry you." Wu Nian said, "Your legs can't stand like this, I can go down the mountain faster by carrying you."

"It's not suitable." Although Xi Buwen is not considered tall and tall, but he is tall and not light, and it is a mountain road, and the mountain is full of dangers, so it is very inconvenient to carry him on his back.

Wu Nian squatted down and followed his legs up, Xi Buwen couldn't stand still, so he threw himself on his back, knocking Wu Nian into a stagger, but he stabilized quickly, Xi Buwen Rubbing his neck, she was a little embarrassed, but it looked like a lotus sprouting out of water. Pingting was very shy, which made Xi Buwen even angrier.

"Good brother, can you change your posture, don't look like you are carrying a big girl."

Ignore him without thinking.

"That's the way brothers recite." Xi Buwen stretched his head under Wu Nian's nose, trying to force his attention.

"What is the method of reciting between brothers?" Wu Nian glanced at him, "Like a sack on your shoulders?"

Xi Buwen imagined it for a while, and it seemed ugly, so he gave up, shaking his head like a rattle, and slipped straight down while shaking.

Wu Nian annoyed him very much: "Could you be more honest, don't move." He supported Xi Buwen's back with one hand, and at the same time turned him upside down.

He knelt down and put Xi Buwen down again, and under Xi Buwen's surprised gaze, he turned behind him and tore off a piece of yellow paper.

"You have been posted a talisman, you don't know?"

Xi Buwen took the talisman from Wu Nian's hand and looked at it, he was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat, it was a soul-calling talisman!

Xi Buwen cursed: "No wonder the walking corpses are chasing me. This talisman is hanging on the body, isn't it a human-shaped target?" Burn this soul-calling talisman.

The black and ash scattered and disappeared with the wind, both of them were worried.Who is the mastermind behind this, and why has he repeatedly used killer moves?From the northwest slope, to Xi's Mountain Gate, and then to Qinting Village, what exactly does this person want to do?

The two of them had more or less guesses in their hearts, but no one could explain the reason clearly.

Wu Nian chose to remain silent, and he bent down again, lifted Xi Buwen on his shoulders, and swept down the mountain.

If it wasn't for a graveyard, the moon was high and the autumn was cool, lying on Wu Nian's shoulder, Xi Buwen would feel a little throbbing.Looking up from the side of the shoulder, Wu Nian's eyes are beautiful, hazel, very cold but gentle, with long eyelashes, like reeds on the bank surrounding a clear river pond.

From this angle, he suddenly thought of Yun Chonghe. When he was a child, he was too tired from practicing kung fu and couldn’t get up for morning training. Yun Chonghe would carry him to the dojo, especially when it was cold in winter. Inside Chonghe's warm cloak, hanging around his neck, sometimes when he wakes up in a daze, he can see Yun Chonghe's eyelashes, with snow falling, also like this, low and curved, the snow melts into Water drops, trembling slightly, there is no softer scene in the world than this.

Another time it rained, the rain was pouring down, the sky seemed to have leaked a hole, the rain screen connected the sky and the earth, and the wind howled continuously.From the student room to the Fengqi Hall where the morning classes are held, one needs to pass through a corridor, and the corridor is covered with water, and the low-ranking disciples don't know how to control a sword, so Yun Chonghe set up a waterproof barrier in the storm , carrying the disciples one by one.

At that time, Yun Chonghe's back was clean and stable, not a single drop of rainwater fell on his head, and through the barrier, he could still see the appearance of the rainwater falling down, splashing in all directions, turning the world upside down.He felt that the master was like a god, the enchantment cloth was light blue, the brilliance flowed, and it was very beautiful.

During the morning class, Yun Chong and his clothes were somewhat wet, and when he was walking around and talking about the class, some scattered water marks were left on the ground. He looked at the water marks in a daze, and was called out by Yun Chong to answer questions.

Yun Chonghe asked him, "What did Teacher Wei just say?"

He vaguely remembered a sentence, and replied: "It's about 'what is the way of heaven'."

Yun Chonghe asked again: "Then try to answer."

He hesitated and couldn't answer, Yun Chonghe patted the top of his hair with a book: "Nature is the way of heaven."

Rolling his eyeballs, he asked again: "Maybe the way of heaven can be asked?"

Yun Chonghe replied: "The way of heaven cannot be questioned."

He has always been eccentric, so he immediately asked: "Then Master, may I ask?"

Yun Chonghe was stunned for a moment, his ears were a little hot, and when he nodded, there was already a smile in his eyes: "Of course you can ask."

"Then I won't be able to follow any mysterious and mysterious way of heaven, just take Master as the law!"

Take the master as the law.

These five words were later evaluated by Yun Chonghe as nonsense.Cultivating the Tao and not believing in it will naturally be punished. It seems to be punished by kneeling for a stick of incense and copying the Tao Te Ching several times.He can't remember now.

But he seems to still vaguely remember the scorching eyes when he said these words back then, so hot, so blazing, as if in the world, there is no higher belief than Master.

But after two lifetimes, if Wu Nian was not about the same height as Yun Chonghe back then, and that subtle angle reminded him of these past events, he would have let them scatter and annihilate like Qingping.

Just as he was immersed in endless memories, suddenly two shrill and hasty calls for help pierced the silence.

"Help—help!!"