Urban Witcher

Mu Qingyu continued: "Judging from the fact that she lured you into the trap just now, she must have been treated as a puppet and has no consciousness of her own."

Ye Shaoyang's heart sank, and he said, "No way, then why does she still know who I am, and begged me to let go of her real name, Ice Silkworm?"

"The memory should still exist, but the consciousness has disappeared. The words she begged you were also manipulated by others."

Mu Qingyu looked at him, and said worriedly, "Brother Shaoyang, that friend of yours is already dead, and the resurrected one just borrowed her consciousness and soul, and is no longer her. It's like... "

After thinking for a while, he said, "It's like donating organs after death, and they can still survive in other people, but they are no longer the original him."

Ye Shaoyang sighed with difficulty, "Actually, I thought of it at the time, if it was the real Xiaohui, it would be impossible to lead me into a trap."

Xiaohui once lost her soul in order to save herself, so how could she harm herself?

Mu Qingyu said: "If you hadn't let go of the golden-winged butterfly, she wouldn't be able to leave. You can go and catch her, follow the clues, and maybe you can find out the truth."

Ye Shaoyang nodded, he knew what she said, he was hesitant at the time, but in the end he couldn't bear to see Xiaohui suffering, and couldn't bear it for a while...

After thinking about the matter from the beginning to the end, the feeling is really complicated. I don't know why Tan Xiaohui became a salt-free ghost girl, and why the other party manipulated her to deal with me. The only thing I know is:

Most of this matter was related to the Great Witch's family, whether it was an accident or a conspiracy, I had to find the Great Witch's family no matter what, and find out the truth of the matter.

Thinking of this, Ye Shaoyang asked Mu Qingyu about the situation of the Dawuxian family.

"The Dawuxian family is a hermit sect, very mysterious. I've only heard the legends, but I've never been in contact with it. It's useless if you ask me."

What Mu Qingyu said made Ye Shaoyang extremely disappointed, but after a pause, she added:

"Wizards are divided into territories. These eighteen villages are my brother's territory. If the Dawuxian family really came here, my brother must have a way to find their traces. Let's drive the corpses back first. When my brother gets home, you You can ask him for help."

Ye Shaoyang agreed, suppressed his excitement, stopped thinking about it, and went back to the place where the corpse was buried with Mu Qingyu and Wu Yao.

This series of supernatural events had completely frightened Wu Yao into a fool. At this moment, with a dazed expression on her face, she followed the two of them closely, never leaving each other.

"By the way, that bowl coffin!" Ye Shaoyang slapped his forehead and suggested to look at the bowl coffin again. When the three of them reached the top of the mountain, they found that the cave where the hanging coffin was parked was still there, but the bowl coffin was gone.

Mu Qingyu said: "Let me tell you, the coffin can run away."

"What did you mean by seven layers of coffins?"

"There are seven layers of bowls in total, the more layers there are, the more powerful the evil things inside."

Ye Shaoyang pondered for a while, and asked, "Is the evil thing inside here Xiaohui?"

"Probably not. The bowls and coffins are all ancient things, and the evil things inside have at least hundreds of years of cultivation. Maybe the one we saw, the evil things inside are no longer there, and the salt-free ghost girl just took up the blood of the bowls and coffins." Nest. Of course, all this may be done by the wizard, not her own intention."

Ye Shaoyang nodded and said nothing more.

Right now, the only option is to go back to the Eighteen Villages first, wait for Mu Qingfeng to come back, and then ask him about the whereabouts of the Great Witch's family...

On the way down the mountain, Ye Shaoyang remembered the big white moth that flew out of Mu Qingyu's fight with Tan Xiaohui before, and asked her what it was.

Mu Qingyu hesitated for a moment, saying that it was his natal Gu worm.

Miaojiang wizards, regardless of black and white, will raise a natal Gu insect. All witchcraft, to put it bluntly, are done with the help of the Gu insect's power.

Raising Gu can not only do bad things and harm people, but also do good things, such as mixing witch medicine, divination and exorcising evil spirits, all need to drive Gu insects to carry out.

What Mu Qingyu raises is the most powerful golden silkworm Gu in witchcraft. It is eight percent formed and can already morph into a butterfly. However, it will take a long time to practice to achieve perfection.

"I'm an amateur."

Mu Qingyu smiled embarrassingly, "I cultivated the Golden Silkworm Gu with the help of my elder brother. Our family has a secret method of raising Gu, so it is relatively easy to practice. Otherwise, with my half-baked level, how can I make progress? so fast?"

"Your brother...what is the natal Gu worm?" Ye Shaoyang asked casually.

Mu Qingyu pursed her lips and laughed, "This is a secret. It is a wizard's biggest hole card. Generally, no one will know it. If others know what Gu you use, it will be easy to deal with you. You are myself Man, I just told you."

Turning to Wu Yao, she said: "We are also in trouble, I am not on guard against you, you have to keep it a secret for me."

Wu Yao nodded and said, "You saved my life, don't worry."

The three of them went down the mountain all the way and returned to the place where the corpses were parked. Fortunately, they were all there, and there were quite a few of them.

Mu Qingyu was injured in the fight, so she sat down to rest for a while, then tried to drive the corpse away, and headed towards Shibazhai.

Ghost Domain, hundreds of miles deep on the north bank of the Yinshui River.

In a valley filled with white mist, there are many ghosts, back and forth in the valley, constantly spewing ghost gas, and setting up restrictions in the valley.

There are ghosts chirping and chirping everywhere, and there is a look of death, even in the underworld, there is no such weird scene.

In the depths of the valley, on a mountain, stands a building with red walls and blue tiles, simple in shape, just like a Taoist temple in the world.

A group of people stood under the gate, looking up at the plaque above.

Daofeng stood alone in front, wearing a green shirt that never changed for thousands of years, holding a magic whip, and his long hair was tied in a knot behind his head according to Taoist dress, and then hung down, fluttering gently in the wind.

Guagua sneaked up the mountain, turned into the real body of the twelve-year-old cicada, restrained his breath, lay down on a blade of grass, and looked over with wide eyes.

There is a row of four people standing behind Daofeng: the first one on the left is the old acquaintance Chen Lu, next to him is a man and woman dressed in modern clothes, standing together arm in arm, they should be a couple, and on the right of the man, standing Emperor Jianwen wearing a yellow robe.

These four people exuded two different colors of aura, Guagua distinguished them, Chen Lu and Emperor Jianwen were ghosts, and the other couple were evil spirits, full of evil spirits, they were stubborn at first glance, especially the man, It seems that the cultivation base is unfathomable.

Guagua thinks he may not be his opponent.

Behind these four people stood a row of people in black robes, all without faces. Guagua has seen them more than once, and knows that they are all younger brothers that Daofeng has never accepted. Among them, the one on the far left with the strongest evil spirit should be the ancient evil god.

(There was a power outage, and the notebook was about to run out of power, so I had to post what I had written first. Call me to write the remaining chapter, and rest assured that this chapter will not be missing.)——