Burning fire

Guo Heng didn't come until late at night when Aunt Zhao fell asleep.

Several people surrounded the courtyard.

"Did you use the sleeping formula for Aunt Zhao?" Zhang Jueming asked Guo Qingxuan.

"No. Aunt Zhao won't get involved in our affairs, she won't come out." Guo Qingxuan said, "But I drew a spiritual circle under her pillow. There are too many things these days, and she was frightened. Can sleep more comfortably."

Guo Qingxuan: "I also told Xiaotong to stand guard at her door, so nothing will happen."

Zhang Jueming didn't have anything to say, Guo Qingxuan was already thinking the most thoughtful.

"I also put a charm on Ma Boyuan's house, so don't worry, my lord." Lin Juan said immediately.

"Okay. Thank you all this time." Zhang Jueming sincerely thanked you.

"My lord, what are you talking about? Without you, I don't know how many times I would have died." Lin Juan couldn't hear his benefactor's words.

Zhang Jueming smiled, and turned to Guo Heng who was beside him: "If you want to say help, this time I want to thank you even more."

As Zhang Jueming said, he bowed his head to Guo Heng and bowed in a polite manner.

Guo Heng didn't go to help him.According to the number of generations, Guo Heng is a thousand-year-old red dragon; according to his status, Guo Heng is also the patriarch of the dragon clan. He is benevolent to Zhang Jueming and should also receive this worship.

To Guo Heng's surprise, Zhang Jueming bowed, and Zhou Qizun behind him also bowed and lowered his head.

But Zhou Qizun knew current affairs and didn't talk too much.When Zhang Jueming straightened his back, he also got up.

Guo Heng smiled: "Your Excellency is out of touch. Qingxuan has been taken care of by adults these days. Besides, my Dragon Clan is responsible for this matter. You don't have to worry about a small gentian."

Guo Heng glanced at Zhou Qizun by the way—he had a pretty good impression of Zhou Qizun.The mortal body has a drive and the courage to go all out. ——If it weren't for him, others would never be able to tolerate the mountain ghost.

"Your Excellency called me tonight because of the longevity bell." Guo Heng said as he took out the longevity bell, "I heard that the ghost inside is this little brother Zhou's own sister."

"Yes." When Zhang Jueming saw the longevity bell, he hurriedly picked it up.

The blood-red color of the Changsheng Bell faded away, leaving almost a faint halo, but it still did not return to the pure white body of the bell.

"The Soul Sealing Curse cast by King Yama has been broken. I poured my aura into it, and then temporarily locked the soul inside the Longevity Bell." Guo Heng said.

"But to wake her up and let her continue to grow in the longevity bell, the blood of the mountain ghost is still needed."

"Do you know how she is hurt?" Zhang Jueming asked worriedly.

"She's fine." Guo Heng looked at the longevity bell in Zhang Jueming's hand, "You have taken good care of her these years, and her yin energy has recovered a lot. Although the Soul Sealing Curse was broken, fortunately you rescued her soon It didn't hurt her too much."

Zhang Jueming breathed a sigh of relief: "Since this is the case, I still need to trouble you to help me fight and let her settle down."

"Now?" Guo Heng hesitated, paying attention to Zhang Jueming's expression.

"This matter should not be delayed." Zhang Jueming insisted.

Guo Heng thought for a while, then nodded: "That's right. After a day, the yin energy she has accumulated so easily will be dissipated. Then I will fight."

After Guo Heng finished speaking, he closed his eyes slightly, his hands started to move, a flash of inspiration flashed, and a circle of light masks rose from the ground in the center of the courtyard.The mask was about the size of a bell, with a red light emitting from a point in the center.

Zhang Jueming threw the Longevity Bell in his hand into the mask, and tightly enclosed the bell.

Zhang Jueming pulled out the knife at his waist, and was about to stab his palm when Zhou Qizun suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Is there no other way?" Zhou Qizun didn't need to ask.

At this juncture, this nonsense is not like what Zhou Qizun would ask, he just feels distressed.

Zhang Jueming had just gotten out of bed less than a day before he was stabbed again and bled again.

Zhang Jueming looked at Zhou Qizun and laughed: "Do you want to meet Zhou Yi?"

Zhou Qizun's heart skipped a beat.His muscles and bones were shaking, but he still didn't let go of Zhang Jueming's wrist: "But you..."

"There is no other way. To save Zhou Yi, I can only use my blood. As I said just now, if it is delayed for a day, her yin energy will dissipate for a day, and I will consume more energy and blood." Zhang Jueming moved Move your wrist.

"Don't worry, it's okay." The knife in Zhang Jueming's hand gleamed coldly.

Zhou Qizun was taken aback, for the first time he felt that a knife was a rather terrifying object, so terrifying that it could be compared with evil spirits, this made him gasp.

"My lord, the array has been set up." Guo Heng reminded.

"Okay." Zhang Jueming used some strength, and broke away from Zhou Qizun's hand in one go.He staggered a step, turned his back on Zhou Qizun, and then cut the knife in his palm.

After Zhang Jueming broke free so easily, Zhou Qizun suddenly received a blow.It was an unspeakable sense of powerlessness.He stared blankly at his hand—he couldn't catch Zhang Jueming, not even half of it.

If Zhang Jueming wanted to leave him, he wouldn't even be able to keep him...not even a single action to keep someone.

Zhou Qizun rubbed his face vigorously, his face became hot.Anxiety was raging, and he almost stepped forward to be hugged by Zhang Jueming.

It is said that Zhang Jueming is concerned about gains and losses, so why not him.

Guo Heng's spiritual formation had already started to operate, and blood gushed out from Zhang Jueming's palm, as if a slender bridge was being built—his blood poured into the formation's eye.

Zhou Qizun took a step closer to Zhang Jueming to see Zhang Jueming's face.His face has always been pale, and now the faint blood on his lips has disappeared.

With his hands behind his back, Zhou Qizun secretly clenched a hard fist - he wished he could choke on his heart with this deadly fist.

In that formation, a red light suddenly flourished, and in the blood-red blur, a puff of white smoke rose from the Longevity Bell, and a hollow shadow gradually appeared! ——It's Zhou Yi!

"Can you see her?" Zhang Jueming asked Zhou Qizun.

Zhou Qizun's eyes were straightened by that white shadow!

He responded with difficulty to Zhang Jueming with one word: "Yes."

"I can." Zhou Qizun's mouth was dry, forcing himself to calm down.

calm down.Calm down again.calm down...

Zhou Yi on the opposite side raised her head, the ghost image was nothingness, her appearance was also nothingness, but the paleness on her face was not nothingness.Zhou Yi had a creepy, dead pale face.

After looking for her for eight years, Zhou Qizun thought countless times, if Zhou Yi is lucky enough to be alive, if what he finds in the end is not a corpse, a handful of ashes, he can still see her face - that's considered age, she should be 25 six big girl.

But this big girl who was supposed to be 25 or [-] has stopped forever.

Hers had faded to white.

"Brother." Zhou Yi called out after a long time.Perhaps because she has become a ghost, her voice is much colder.

Zhou Qizun almost bent over and squatted down.This cry came from the ghost's mouth, and he seemed to be pinched through two nail plates.

"...Xiao Yi..." Zhou Qizun took a step forward, and Zhang Jueming who was behind him immediately gave him a hand.

At the same time, Zhou Yi on the opposite side also shouted anxiously: "Brother, don't come here!"

"Don't come here!..." Zhou Yi's eyes were red.

Ghosts can cry too.Even ghosts can make their eyes so red from crying.The redness in those eyes was not in vain.

"Don't come close to me, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Zhou Yi whispered.

Zhou Qizun paused, and this time his head also stepped on the nail board.Zhang Jueming, who was beside him, whispered in his ear: "The ghost... is heavy."

Zhang Jueming said it with difficulty: "For your safety, don't go there."

Zhang Jueming had just finished bleeding, and the scent of mountain ghosts on his body was stronger than usual, which aroused Zhou Qizun.

Zhou Qizun turned his face to look at Zhang Jueming, and he grabbed Zhang Jueming's hand regardless of the people around him.

"Brother." The red light of the spirit array was gradually weakening, and Zhou Yi's soul became more and more faint.When the spirit array was completed, she only had time to say, "Brother, I have missed you so much these years..."

The red light disappeared, the eyes closed, and the longevity bell turned back into a white body.Zhang Jueming stretched out his hand, and the Changsheng Bell sensed it, emitting a faint light, which slowly fell into Zhang Jueming's palm from the midair.

Zhou Qizun stared at the Changsheng Bell, while Zhang Jueming grabbed Zhou Qizun's hand and put the Changsheng Bell into his hand: "Although there is a seal of surgery, the Changsheng Bell is still heavy yin, so it's not good to keep it with you for too long."

Zhou Qizun shook his head, and returned the longevity bell to Zhang Jueming: "Let it go, I'll listen to you."

Zhang Jueming frowned slightly, Zhou Qizun's tired expression made him sad.

Zhang Jueming put away the longevity bell, quickly grabbed the back of Zhou Qizun's hand, turned around and walked towards Guo Heng.

"My lord, I want to trouble you with one more thing." Zhang Jueming turned to look at Zhou Qizun, "Zhou Qizun can smell the spiritual fragrance of mountain ghosts, and, as you saw just now, he has ghost eyes."

"He is a mortal, and he has never practiced any Taoism. He shouldn't have that thing. But I checked his veins, but I couldn't find any clues."

Guo Heng was also surprised by this, he went straight to Zhou Qizun, and said to Zhou Qizun, "Can I visit your altar?"

Zhou Qizun nodded, and Guo Heng put his hand on his forehead: "It will be a little uncomfortable, bear with it."

After Guo Heng finished speaking, spiritual energy surged under his palm.Zhou Qizun closed his eyes and immediately became dizzy.

It was as if his head had been thrown into the tumbling waves, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't find the northwest.

Guo Heng withdrew his hand, Zhou Qizun's body swayed, and he knelt on the ground on one knee. He pressed his chest for a long time, and then he didn't spit it out on the spot.

When Zhou Qizun came to his senses, Zhang Jueming was already squatting beside him.Zhang Jueming pinched his pulse and was sending spiritual energy into his body.

Zhou Qizun let out a few breaths and felt comfortable.It was also because of the aura of the mountain ghost that when he got up from the ground, his whole body felt comfortable, and even the old wounds on his body were no longer sore.

"How is it?" Seeing that Zhou Qizun was fine, Zhang Jueming hurriedly asked Guo Heng.

Guo Heng's face was extremely serious, he shook his head: "Strange."

"I can't find his altar." Guo Heng said.

"But judging from his breath, he is clearly just an ordinary person, how could...how could..."

Zhang Jueming touched his trouser pocket with his hand, he was hesitating whether to tell Guo Heng about the blood jade finger puller——Zhou Qizun's sudden ghost eyes probably had something to do with the strange dream sent by the finger puller.

Moreover, there are ancient taboos on the finger, and it is hard to tell whether it is good or bad.

Zhang Jueming was hesitating.If you want Guo Heng to help find out the spell on the pull finger, you must give the pull finger to Guo Heng, but this is Zhou Yunheng's only relic.

Zhou Qizun suddenly took two steps forward, approaching Zhang Jueming's side.He knew it well, so he said, "Take it out. It doesn't matter. This is the only way to do it now."

Zhang Jueming glanced at Zhou Qizun before he took out his finger.

He handed the ring finger to Guo Heng: "This finger ring is something inherited from the Zhou family. It has been cursed and has ancient taboos. I can't solve it."

"This..." Guo Heng's face changed drastically when he heard this, and he took the finger wrench carefully.

"Also, I don't know if you know the name Liangxuan. Guo Qingxuan can testify that from his words, he and you are old acquaintances." Zhang Jueming said again.

"The name Liangxuan, I have already heard Qingxuan mention it." Guo Heng put away his finger and sighed, "This is a big matter, and I still have something unclear, so I can't say it for the time being. But I promise you, Be sure to give the adults an explanation."

"It's just... before that, I want to check this finger. To tell you the truth, my lord, this matter may involve grievances from a hundred years ago. I'm going to your Netherworld to meet King Yama."

King Yan Luo concealed a lot, and Guo Heng couldn't speak clearly. Zhang Jueming was anxious to hear this, and wanted to ask back immediately.

But before he could say anything, Guo Heng took a step back and bowed to Zhang Jueming in salute: "Master Shangui, please trust me."

This bow blocked Zhang Jueming's words.

Seeing this, Guo Qingxuan also stepped forward. She told Zhang Jueming, "Second Uncle must have his own rules, he won't harm us."

Zhang Jueming thought for a while: "One day. Tomorrow night, I will go to Youming to find you, and King Yama."

"Okay." Guo Heng nodded, turned and left the yard.

"Don't worry, my second uncle will definitely help us." After Guo Heng left, Guo Qingxuan patted Lin Juan on the shoulder, signaling him to go back and take care of Ma Boyuan.

"Yeah." Zhang Jueming smiled at Guo Qingxuan, "Go back and rest too."

Zhang Jueming noticed that the spiritual power of Chilong was caged in the courtyard—this was the barrier left by Guo Heng to protect them.

Now that they are all injured, Guo Heng's enchantment really adds a guarantee.

Only then did Zhang Jueming feel relieved.

Guo Qingxuan and Lin Juan all entered the house, leaving only Zhang Jueming and Zhou Qizun in the courtyard.

"Let's go in too, don't worry too much." Zhang Jueming and Zhou Qizun said.

Zhou Qizun headed towards the house.He had a bad night.The blood of Zhou Yi, Lianzhi, Zhang Jueming...every time I took a breath, my heart ached.

Walking into the door, there was a sudden sound behind him, Zhou Qizun looked back quickly, and saw Zhang Jueming hit half of his body on the door, he almost fell down while holding on to the door frame!

Zhou Qizunfeng quickly stepped over and pulled Zhang Jueming into his arms: "How is it? Are you dizzy? Have you lost too much blood?"

"No. The blood is nothing." Zhang Jueming stood up straight, "I accidentally tripped and fell."

Zhang Jueming smiled faintly at him, as soon as this pale and well-behaved face entered his eyes, Zhou Qizun's heart and lungs burned in panic.

Zhou Qizun didn't say a word, and Zhang Jueming took Da Heng away.