Mozun, she has my cub

Ji Shutao clutched his chest, watching the dark clouds surging in the distance, almost collapsing and falling on top of people's heads.

Surrounded by the sound of people running in panic, that's right, they had never seen such a big scene before, even a practitioner like Ji Shutao felt that the world was about to fall.

Qian Feng rushed over to support her, and whispered in her ear: "The sky is so abnormal, there must be something wrong with Xi Xiao. I sent a letter to Ziyue, and we will go directly to Beichen Mountain to meet up and not return to the Demon Realm."

Probably Qian Feng also went with Ji Shutao, and Xi Xiao made such a big battle, what he wanted was the world, or the lives of the people in the world.

Ji Shutao felt that the ghost's movements were a little lighter, so she forced herself to straighten her waist and asked, "Is Zhuang Yi okay?"

"It's nothing serious." Seeing her like this, Qian Feng felt helpless, sealing a ghost in his body for no reason, so how could it feel better, "Let's go."

After Qianfeng finished speaking, he took her to the carriage, and before Ji Shutao went in, he turned around and asked her, "Have you taken care of everything?"

"Once the emperor is not a waste, he will deal with the aftermath."

Qian Feng stopped talking to her, and drove the carriage neatly all the way out of the imperial city, heading towards Beichen Mountain.

This time, I don't know if it's their luck or not. After learning that those who died were thrown into the mass grave, Qian Feng and Shu Tao rushed to the mass grave overnight.

The mass graves were full of crows, all of them came to eat the carrion. Ji Shutao and Qianfeng stood above the tunnel, under the moonlight, before their eyes were hundreds of corpses, stacked one after another. Almost overflowing this obviously not small pit.

Such a scene is really shocking.

Ji Shutao was a little scared when she saw it, she rubbed her arms, turned her head and asked Qianfeng: "Qianfeng, what are we going to do next?"

"Find out those 21 people." Qian Feng didn't change his expression even after saying such words.

Ji Shutao was stunned, almost stuttering: "Here, how do I translate this?"

"People killed by ghosts are different from ordinary people."

While talking, Qian Feng took out something from her jacket pocket, and before Shutao could see it clearly, she threw the thing into the air and controlled it with magic power so that it would not fall.

The thing emitted a dim blue light, covering almost the entire pit, Ji Shutao's scalp was numb, and people kept getting up from the corpses.

If it wasn't for Qian Feng who was still by her side now, she would have decided to run away.

Ji Shutao recited Amitabha Buddha over and over, and after comforting himself a little, he looked at those people intently, and found that there were exactly 21 people, no more, no less.

Those people stood here and there, with their heads down, their hair disheveled, and their bodies covered in blood.

Fortunately, she didn't raise her head, Ji Shutao thought, if she raised her head up, there were faces bleeding from all seven orifices, she would definitely faint from fright on the spot.

Qian Feng beckoned, and those people all approached them, Ji Shutao shook her body and took Qian Feng's hand, watching them come timidly.

After all, Qianfeng was so courageous, she picked up a stick directly on the ground, put it under the chin of the nearest person, and lifted her head up with force, it was a woman, the rot was not obvious, and the expression on her face was obvious It was because she was overly frightened, and Ji Shutao was also taken aback. She didn't know what she saw, and she was frightened into such a twisted look.

"Interesting," Qian Feng sneered, "do all ghosts nowadays like to scare people to death?"

Hearing what she said, Ji Shutao remembered that ghosts are always cruel, how could they scare people to death, if there was a feud between them, he would wish to torture people to death.

Although scaring people to death is also terrifying, it is already considered a relatively gentle way of death, and it really doesn't fit the style of ordinary ghosts.

"Could it be that this is a ghost that doesn't take the usual path?" Ji Shutao asked in a nonchalant manner.

"I heard that no matter what degree of injury, people's soul will be damaged. If you want to get a complete soul, you should scare people to death."

"What this ghost wants is their souls?"

Ji Shutao thought for a moment, thinking of Ye Yiran, "Then Cangyou Pavilion...why don't they use this method?"

When she thinks of Ye Yiran now, she still feels sad, she never thought that Ye Yiran would just disappear like this.

Now Ye Yiran is placed in the ice coffin in the Demon Realm, and Ji Shutao will send her back to Ye's house when the dust settles.

Although the Ye family would not be her best destination, at least there is Ye Xiaoge looking forward to her there.

Ye Xiaoge should still miss her sister Yiran, right?

Ji Shutao's eyes turned red. Although she has always been reckless, Master often said that she is the most inconspicuous person in Beichen Mountain, but she is very soft-tempered and the most difficult to accept parting.

When she was young, the eldest brother went down the mountain to practice, even for a month, he had to coax her for a long time, let alone such a permanent parting.

Ever since seeing Ye Yiran's death with her own eyes, Ji Shutao found that she could no longer accept someone's departure, maybe this gave her some courage.

It's just carrying ghosts, of course she can.

"If people are scared to death, it's not a sacrifice to heaven."

Qian Feng sighed, thinking of something, she waved her hand, and those people fell down again.

She took the thing back, and Ji Shutao saw it clearly, it turned out to be a small hollow ball.

"What is this?" Ji Shutao stared at the ball and asked.

"Comfort the dead."

"How do you have something like this?"

"Someone in the underworld gave it to me in the past. She said it was a souvenir. At that time, she didn't have anything on her body, so she gave it to me. She said that it is a meritorious thing to feel transcendence, and it is worth giving it to me."

This time Qianfeng specially brought the ball with him, but he didn't expect it to be really useful.

"What's next? What are we going to do?"

"Why do you think Wen Ren's people died?"

If it was because the Yan family tried to usurp the throne and killed too many people, then the ones who died now should be the royal relatives of the Yan family, but why did the Wenren family die?

The servant said that they were all captured before, and those who were captured in the palace must have a prominent position.

In this way, it seems that all the clues do not match up.

What kind of person insists on hearing about the lives of the Ren's royal family and not hurting unrelated people?

It can't be Yan himself, Yan and Wenren are just winners and losers. If there is a grudge, it must be Wenren's deeper relationship with Yan.

Ji Shutao felt a headache, and under such an environment, she felt a little unspeakable trouble.

She scratched her hair and replied, "I don't know."

She turned her curiosity-seeking eyes to Qianfeng, and Qianfeng shook her head sincerely: "I don't know either."

"Then what should we do?" Ji Shutao was very anxious, she wanted to go back to see Zhuang Yi as soon as possible.

"Didn't it mean that there are still many white shadows? Go back to the palace and have a look."

Ji Shutao couldn't figure it out, "Why didn't you stay guard in the palace from the beginning?"

Qianfeng didn't speak, but smiled meaningfully.

Ji Shutao found out after returning to the palace that the ghost had been following them, probably to see what they were capable of.

On the way back, Ji Shutao thought of another thing, and hurriedly said to Qianfeng: "Qianfeng, will this ghost really last 100 years? If it really has 100 years, why is it only revealed now?"

Qianfeng knew what Ji Shutao was worried about, she was afraid that they would fetch water from a bamboo basket in vain.

"Actually, what really comes into play should be that the ghosts that are already conscious, if they kill too many people, they will gradually become conscious, and it won't take a hundred years."

"I hope so." Ji Shutao was somewhat discouraged.

Qian Feng seems to have a plan in mind, but Ji Shutao doesn't understand why she is so sure...

The carriage swayed suddenly, and Ji Shutao lifted the curtain to look out, and found a beam of light passing through the black cloud, shining straight down, and landed on the mountain in the distance.

Ji Shutao's breathing was stagnant, Qianfeng probably feared that they would be too late, so he used his mana to hurry, and now he was not far from Beichen Mountain, and that mountain was not Beichen Mountain.

Qian Feng was also a little anxious, muttering: "Xi Xiao, what exactly is he trying to do?"

It's not only their side who are rushing desperately, but Zhuang Yi's side is also the same. Ziyue cares about her body, but Zhuang Yi keeps urging her. In the current situation, it is impossible to slow down.

So Zhuang Yi and Ji Shutao rushed to the foot of Beichen Mountain almost at the same time, Zhuang Yi jumped down by herself before Ziyue came to help her, she ran to Ji Shutao, and looked her up, down, left, and right.

Ji Shutao doesn't know if she has revealed anything, she doesn't feel well at all now, but she doesn't want Zhuang Yi to know.

"Why do you look so bad?" Zhuang Yi asked her.

"Qianfeng is driving too fast, I feel a little dizzy." Ji Shutao leaned on Zhuang Yi's shoulder, turned his head and gave Qianfeng a look.

Qian Feng understood, and immediately apologized: "It's me, am I not in a hurry? All of a sudden, I lost weight."

"Okay," Zhuang Yi said, "you two are collating confessions under my nose, and you still pretend I can't see it?"

Zhuang Yi lightly supported Ji Shutao's waist, "Don't bear the pain, I feel even more distressed when you bear it."

Ji Shutao was so excited by Zhuang Yi's words that she almost burst into tears, she endured all the way, and finally cried in Zhuang Yi's arms.

"Zhuang Yi, I feel so bad."

"Where is the pain?"

"I feel uncomfortable all over." Ji Shutao hugged Zhuang Yi tightly, "But am I a little bit braver, a little bit stronger?"

Zhuang Yi suppressed the soreness in her chest, touched Shutao's hair, and said with a smile: "Very brave, very powerful, not just a little bit."

"Zhuang Yi, we will win, right?" Ji Shutao raised her head, her eyes were a little distracted. She was not too sure that they would win in such a big battle.

Bet on yourself, at least Zhuang Yi will be safe.

"It will definitely win."

Because the outcome of losing is Ji Shutao's death, Zhuang Yi can't afford to lose at all, even if she fights for herself, she still wants to win.

The two have different thoughts, and they all want to work hard for each other.

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