After the rebirth, the old enemy helps me clean up

Lu Chengyang still remembered that when Qin Yunzi accepted himself as his apprentice, he had declared to Qin Yunzi about the strange voice in his head.

Although Qin Yunzi tried many ways to know what the voice was like, he still failed in the end.

From before to now, Lu Chengyang has only told Qin Yunzi.

After all, it would take too much time to explain this matter, and it is easy to receive strange attention from others.

Even though Qin Yunzi racked his brains, he still couldn't find out the source of the strange sound.

Then the mysterious voice disappeared again, and Lu Chengyang didn't think about it any more.

He really didn't expect that after the resurrection, this inexplicable voice returned several times.

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After a few days of recuperation, Lu Chengyang still decided to look for his own body first.

But because of the lapse of so long, the clues are pitifully few, and mixed in various intricate mysteries, which is really not easy at all.

But anyway, Xie Jing was with him.

Knowing that the two of them were going to go to the Northland again, Meng Fei aligned the corners of a stack of rice paper, put it back on the desk, and said, "I won't go with the two junior brothers."

"There are still too many secrets in these ancient characters, so why not look for them separately, and use spiritual messages to contact them if necessary. I wish Junior Brother Lu can find the body as soon as possible."

Lu Chengyang smiled a little far-fetched, and said, "Then I wish you a safe journey, senior brother."

At this time, the coastal villages and towns are glowing with vitality under the blue sky.

The morning market is already open, hawkers are yelling along the street, and pedestrians are thronging each other, each with their own destination.

Lu Chengyang casually raised his eyes to look at the sky, but happened to catch a few blue shadows speeding away.

"Xie Jing, that seems to be a disciple of Yu Shantang."

Lu Chengyang pointed to the cyan figure who roared away.

It stands to reason that under the teaching of the hall master Xu Pingxiang, the disciples of Yushan hall should all be slow-tempered, and they will definitely rush to the scene in an orderly manner when encountering emergency medical treatment on weekdays.

On the one hand, it was because of the style of the family, and on the other hand, it was because the disciples of Yu Shantang didn't usually control their swords very much, and they were notoriously fast when controlling their swords.

So Lu Chengyang was very curious, what could make them so anxious.

Xie Jing glanced at the figure who was leaving with the sword, and then said: "That's right, but it's not just Yu Shantang."

As soon as his words fell, a low-key shifting formation took the two of them away from their original place, and directly caught up with a group of young disciples.

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"Hurry up, the last one will lose his temper!"

The leader, Zi Le, wished he could tie all the disciples of Shantang to his spiritual knife and walk away together.

A disciple of Yushantang took a few breaths, and then said helplessly, "Miss Zile, we are already fast enough."

"No matter how fast... No matter how fast, I will really have trouble breathing."

Another disciple stroked his chest and spoke with some difficulty.

Zi Le didn't dare to talk too much nonsense, he just said: "Everyone...do your best."

The six fellow disciples of Shantang responded again and again, and then heaved a sigh of relief and followed Zile forward quickly.

The shift formation happened to move Lu Chengyang and Xie Jing to a distance of three feet behind the disciples of Yu Shan Tang at the end of the line.

But the leader Zi Le suddenly stepped on the Mu Yin Lingdao and went straight ahead, and the disciples of Yu Shan Hall managed to catch up after taking a breath.

So Xie Jing and Lu Chengyang also summoned their swords to catch up with this group of people.

Not long after, Zi Le in front of them finally stopped, and the two of them dropped their swords to the ground. They could only faintly smell an indescribable burnt smell in the air, which was particularly pungent.

This place is overgrown with wild grass, and there are a few ruined temples here and there, which seem to have been abandoned for a long time.

I saw a few disciples of Muyin Mansion with spiritual knives rushing out of one of the ruined temples, and it was Zi Yang who led the way.

Zi Yang couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and said to Zi Le who hurried back in a muffled voice: "Junior Sister, it's too late."

At this moment, Zi Le's pace finally slowed down, and all the disciples of Yu Shan Hall who followed looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Thank you Pavilion Master, Mr. Pei?"

At this moment, Zi Yang saw Xie Jing and Lu Chengyang who walked to the ruined temple.

Xie Jing asked, "What happened in the temple?"

Zi Yang and several other disciples of Mu Yin Mansion showed helplessness and melancholy, he just said: "Thank you, Pavilion Master, you can see for yourself."

"Master Pei, you still..." Zi Yang originally wanted Lu Chengyang to stay outside, but Lu Chengyang had already entered the temple threshold with Xie Jing before he finished speaking.

He paused slightly, and heard the female disciple of Muyin Mansion behind him suddenly holding Zile and crying loudly: "Senior sister, it's so scary..."

At this moment, Lu Chengyang also knew what made the little disciples in Mu Yin Mansion cry.

In the ruined temple lay several corpses with varying degrees of skin ulceration.

Most of them are adults, some are in good condition beyond recognition, and some are even rotted between nails and ankles.

Even Lu Chengyang, who was a senior in his bones, couldn't help but feel a little retched.

But the most unacceptable thing was that one of the bodies was of a child's build.

The dead bodies in this temple are probably the source of the bad smell.

The disciples of Hall of Goodness who followed Xie Jing and Lu Chengyang into the temple just took a look, and immediately formed a small group to leave the temple and vomited together.

Lu Chengyang pinched his nose and asked Zi Yang, "When did you find this out?"

Zi Yang said: "Probably two days ago."

After comforting the younger junior sister, Zi Le replied: "These corpses are the source of the grievances I dealt with a few days ago."

It turned out that after Zi Le met Xie Jing and Lu Chengyang at the inn last time, together with Zi Yang, he found the place where the resentful spirits came out and transformed the resentful spirits according to the local help petition, and then followed the spirit's remnants , found here.

"... At that time, I smelled a strange smell, and then I found this place, and found that there was an abandoned pit under the ruined temple." "There were corpses in the pit, and there were still people alive in it, but later..." Zi Le's eyes suddenly turned red at this time, "Afterwards, everyone gradually swallowed their breath, and soon their bodies began to fester rapidly, and finally... finally it became like this..."

At this time, Xie Jing also pointed to condense a little spiritual power, and saw a few small light lotuses slowly moving down on the corpse.

After a long while, Xie Jing said: "Most of the corpses were lost seven days ago."

Lu Chengyang asked: "Where is the waste pit?"

Zi Le pointed to the offering images in the temple.

Only then did Lu Chengyang notice that this ruined temple worshiped the pharmacist enshrined in Yushantang.

The pharmacist was standing here with a benevolent look, but the statue was not only covered with heavy dust, but also lost a few fingers.

"I can't think of such a thing happening in a place where pharmacists are offered."

The first disciple of Yu Shan Tang who vomited up mustered up the courage to enter the temple again.

Weeds and tattered bedding were piled up behind the pharmacist. Lu Chengyang wanted to reach out to move these things, but Xie Jing raised his hand to stop them.

Xie Jing made a trick, and these sundries were immediately stacked to another place——

There was a deep pit behind the pharmacist, some flies were flying in the pit, and the black and red bloodstains were clearly visible.

Among the messy bloodstains, large and small palm prints could be discerned, and Lu Chengyang couldn't help turning his back.

At this time, a white butterfly suddenly flew past him, Lu Chengyang only felt that the butterfly was very familiar, and he realized it in the next moment, isn't this just one of the feeds for the Yin Gu in the past?

"Why is the red butterfly here again?"

Zi Yang couldn't help complaining.

The little junior sister on the side did not forget to remind at this time: "Brother, that is pink!"

Zi Yang said: "It's all red anyway."

Then he hurriedly said to Xie Jing: "Governor Xie, this red butterfly is poisonous, it..."

At this time, Xie Jing had already formed a shift formation, and the next moment, the disciples of Muyin Mansion, the disciples of Yu Shantang and Lu Chengyang were all moved outside the temple by Xie Jing.

At this time, countless white butterflies were flapping their wings, scattering shimmering silver powder in the air, as if they were going to surround everyone.

The disciples of Mu Yin Mansion had sucked the poisonous powder of joy, anger, sorrow and joy produced by Fendie before, but they didn't dare to act rashly, for fear of inhaling it again.

Although the disciples of Yushan Hall used poisons from time to time, they belonged to the category of cultivating the Tao. The rest of the time, they never used them for themselves. When they encountered strange butterflies carrying a large amount of poisonous powder, they hid peacefully in the knots. in the world.

Xie Jing summoned the Persistence Sword, separated the sword soul, and swept away the white butterflies swarming around the barrier.

However, there were only a few white butterflies attached to the barrier, and more of them flooded into the ruined temple.

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But with a few more breaths, all the pink butterflies rushing towards the temple were gone.

After making sure that the poisonous powder around had been blown away by the wind, Xie Jing took back the barrier.

However, when everyone returned to the temple, all the corpses in the temple disappeared completely.

"This, this is too fast." Zi Le turned pale with shock, "Where did the pink butterfly come from?"

There were clearly bloodstains left by the corpse in the temple, but in just a few moments, the corpse was gone.

Xie Jing asked: "Has it appeared before?"

Zi Yang replied: "Thank you Pavilion Master, Zi Le first found this place that day, I came here after receiving her spiritual message, and then I ran into this red butterfly."

Zi Le took over the words: "Later, the younger brothers and sisters joined us here, and some new white butterflies rushed over, and we accidentally smelled the poisonous powder."

Lu Chengyang thought to himself, could it be that there are too many people, which will attract pink butterflies?

And this pink butterfly is clearly the food of Gu insects, so is there any connection between the Yin Gu blood Gu that appeared before and the rotting corpse at this time?

As soon as he thought about it, he thought of the cold smile of the fox-masked man again.

creak, creak—

Suddenly there were several noises around, at first they were one-way, but later they gradually became layered, as if they were coming from all directions.

The little junior sister suddenly grabbed Zi Le's hand and screamed: "Senior sister, there is a ghost!!!"

Lu Chengyang had already summoned Chi Yan at this time, and drew a sharp arc of light with his sword.

The arc of light finally broke through a group of strangely attacking black shadows. When the black shadows were scattered, countless withered hands suddenly stretched out from the ground.

Several long cracks suddenly formed under everyone's feet, spreading little by little.

The disciples of Muyin Mansion reacted very quickly, and they rushed out of the ruined temple with their spiritual sabers.Although Yu Shantang's disciple almost collapsed from fright, fortunately, he still had a very high sense of reason, and immediately took off with his sword.

Lu Chengyang cut off countless withered hands with one sword, but those withered hands grew like weeds, and many more appeared in a short time.

His sea of ​​qi had only recovered not long ago, and the condensing qi blade was still a little reluctant. He wanted to cut down with the sword again, but Xie Jing stopped his movement.

"Lu Zang."

After Xie Jing called Lu Chengyang, he suddenly hugged him horizontally, stepped on the Eternal Sword, and quickly left the area of ​​the ruined temple.

At this time, all the people flew into the midair, and looking down, they saw more and more withered hands tearing the barren grass, and what emerged from the ground were countless rotting corpses that were described as terrifying.