Chapter 120
The demonic energy began to penetrate within a few miles around. The living dead in Nihua's hands seemed to sense something. At this moment, he was extremely excited, with a strange light shining in his eyes. For a moment, he was struggling almost to the point of Break free from her bonds.
This forced Nihua to concentrate on suppressing him. "Quiet."
Ni Hua said in a low voice. At the same time, her heart was filled with doubts and curiosity as to why this person had such a strong reaction.
After she trapped him, his tears suddenly fell down. Nihua had to look down at him. He covered his chest. She saw that his empty chest seemed to be someone. A sword pierced the heart.
Nihua suddenly realized that his way of death was different from others.
Unable to hold it back, Nihua raised her head and asked, "Do you recognize them?"
The living dead didn't say anything after all, and babbling for a long time, she Didn't understand.
The night was like ink, covering the whole village heavily, leaving only sparse lights swaying in the wind, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps. The demons fiddled with each other for a moment and then left. Nihua lost track of them as they passed by.
She stood alone in the cold wind. Her body was numb from standing for a long time, but her thoughts were extremely clear. The faces of the two demons kept flashing before her eyes, and their portraits became more and more profound in her mind.
When the dawn first appeared on the horizon, the senior brother's figure finally appeared at the end of his sight. His steps were filled with anxiety and worry, and the worry condensed in his brows relaxed slightly at the moment he saw her.
She gently handed the unconscious living dead to Si Chang Yun, but she did not expect that the originally unconscious body suddenly reacted and struggled violently, seeming to have an instinctive resistance to Si Chang Yun.
In the end, under the surprised eyes of Director Yun, the living dead quietly returned to Ni Hua's hands.
Just as they were preparing to conduct an in-depth investigation again, the disciples of the first sect hurriedly arrived. Their arrival was accompanied by rapid footsteps and messy breath, and they obviously encountered a lot of trouble. The situation they described confirmed her guess. They were attacked last night after catching the batch of resentful souls, allowing many resentful souls to escape. The faces of the disciples were full of exhaustion and embarrassment.
Ye Li from the first sect cast his questioning eyes on Nihua and the others one by one, hoping to get clues from her about the mastermind behind the scenes. Nihua shook his head, and the strange flute sound sounded as she stepped into the village. The moment came to an abrupt end, leaving her with only a deep mystery and an inexplicable premonition - the owner of the flute might have protected her invisibly.
Just as everyone was talking, a strange yet familiar voice sounded in the depths of her mind. It was her long-lost junior brother who was talking to her through sound transmission.
In full view of everyone, Nihua was shocked by this sudden sound transmission. She looked around, but she could only see a blurry figure under the eaves in the distance. It seemed illusory but not real, as if she was the only one who could detect it. existence. At that moment, everything around seemed to stop.
She frowned, remembering the fragrance floating in the air. She realized something and decided to stay put for the time being.
He told her that he had clues about the resentful spirit they had been tracking, and if she wanted to know, she would go find him.
When Si Changyun traced the remaining demonic energy in the air, the two painting spirits she drew were secretly handed over to Si Chang Yun.
The remaining people were chasing clues in the village. Ye Li focused on studying the various ways of death of the deceased. Finally, he concluded that it was not like they were killed by the same group of people. Moreover, he also suspected that among the resentful souls yesterday, some of them were newly refined and were from the villagers here. There must be some opportunity in this.
Director Yun was also carefully observing the changes in the expression of the deceased. He suddenly looked at the finger of the person who died at the entrance of the village, pointing in one direction. He frowned, trying to capture more from this subtlety. Much information.
When Xi Yan fell from the eaves and left quietly, the eyes of the living dead who had been following Nihua suddenly opened. He opened his eyes and looked towards There were wreckage all over the ground, as if he suddenly saw the scene in front of him, and his eyes were full of hatred and regret.
Ni Hua felt something strange about the living dead, but when she looked over, there was only a dull light in his eyes. She didn't know that he was pretending to be stupid.
Finally, everyone worked together to put these corpses in one place and save them.
Traditionally, cremation was inappropriate, but remembering the resentful souls who had been resurrected from the dead, they could only do this. After cleaning up most of the people, a few distinctive corpses were left behind, and "them" were taken back by the first sect.
The fire is burning, as if it has left a lot of resentment in the sky. Everyone went into each house to see if there were any clues inside the house, and Nihua took advantage of this time to embark on a hidden path alone. Her heart was full of contradictions and curiosity, and her senior brother's worries seemed to still be in her ears. , but she still chose to follow her inner voice and go to that unknown agreement.
In the melodious and inexplicable fragrance in the wind, she was vaguely aware of Xi Yan's hint, like a thin thread pulling her mood, she walked step by step through the mottled stone road, and she came to a quiet place small bamboo forest.
There was no one in the small bamboo forest. She suspected that she had gone to the wrong place. She stared at the shadow in a daze with unfocused eyes. Suddenly she shuddered and cold sweat flowed down:
In the shadow There was someone who had been watching her silently for who knows how long, and she shuddered.
She calmed down a little, put away the Qingfeng Sword, and watched him walk out of the dark corner.
The tiny sunlight penetrated the bamboo leaves, casting dappled light and shadow, and she saw him.
We haven’t seen him for a long time, Xi Yan’s face is still beautiful and refined, but there seems to be a deeper meaning hidden in those eyes, and there is still a sense of oppression on his body.
After going back that day, she understood that he would not kill her. Ni Hua felt that it was inappropriate to panic like that. Ni Hua practiced repeatedly, so when she saw Xi Yan again, her tone pretended to be a little expectant and a little timid, and she tried her best to show a peaceful smile.
But she felt a little disappointed in her heart, as if the well-behaved and sensible little junior brother was gone forever. In the final analysis, she was afraid of such oppression.
The distance between them is very clear. They are opposite each other, as if there is a boundary between Chu, He and Han.
The corners of Xi Yan's mouth raised slightly, revealing a familiar smile, and his pair of peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, but there was a trace of imperceptible depth in his eyes.
She was stunned and speechless for a moment.
He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm lay a delicate bracelet, inlaid with various colored gemstones, shining with a soft and mysterious light.
That was not an ordinary thing. Ni Hua recognized it at a glance. It was the treasure worn by the female devil Situ Qianxun. It is said that it is a rare spiritual weapon that can turn evil into good. It can suppress the most ferocious resentment in the world, such as evil objects such as soul-calling flags.
Nihua couldn't help but take a step back, feeling both surprised and confused. This was a relic that Situ Qianxun had been wearing all the time. It might have been splashed with a lot of blood. Then he wiped it clean and put it quietly in her hand.
On the day of the Demon Cult's mutiny, she had an intuition that he would be at the scene. Ni Hua even seriously suspected that he was warning her to scare the monkeys. But his eyes were calm, and she couldn't tell whether the way he looked at her was flattering or dangerous.
When she took a step back, he took a step forward gently and handed the bracelet closer, with a threat that could not be refused in his eyes.
She hesitated for a moment, and finally stretched out her hand.
And she just wore it under his direct gaze.
The moment he touched it, a warm and strange energy seemed to spread from his wrist, shaking Nihua's mind. She put on the bracelet silently, feeling how it fit her skin, as if there was an invisible barrier surrounding her.
"Senior sister, you are so good." Xi Yan said in a positive tone. Although his tone was still smooth, Ni Hua actually heard a little bit of joy.
Ni Hua only tilted her head slightly. He suddenly leaned very close to her and poked the side of Ni Hua's face with the tip of his nose.
She felt her heart skip a beat and at the same time she fell into deep doubts.
Thinking about it carefully, even if he had feelings for her now, she had killed him before. Even if he didn't hold any grudge, there was no reason for him to be so close to her.
"Be careful about your master." Ni Hua was thinking about something in confusion, and Xi Yan's words were like a wisp of smoke in the wind.
She lost consciousness slightly, but saw him turning around to leave.
She was puzzled by Xi Yan's words. She wanted to open her mouth to keep him in mind and ask for clarification, but in the end she just opened her mouth and made no sound. She watched helplessly as his clothes swayed gently in the night wind, as if he was about to blend into the bamboo forest.
She will return to the sect soon. She knows very well that the master is an absolutely decent person. Why should she be careful about the master? Or is he saying the opposite and actually telling the master to be careful?
Looking at Xi Yan's retreating figure, she realized that some answers might only be found by herself.
She has been wearing the jade beads on her hand since she received them. After all, Nihua believes that he must have his own reasons for his actions.
Finally, Ni Hua returned to the sect with her senior brother. On the way, she felt something abnormal and suddenly felt dizzy. The trapped living dead in her hand took the opportunity to escape and looked at The man seemed to be conscious. She and her senior brother looked at each other and let the man escape tacitly.
She began to re-analyze that the death of this village might be related to the survivor in front of them, and they had no choice but to go find him.
As the sun set, she and her senior brother stepped into a strange town. This place should have been full of the hustle and bustle of the market, but at this moment it was extremely quiet. The doors and windows of every house were closed, as if there was something hidden behind every door. Hidden secrets. There was a sense of depression and fear in the air, and even the occasional passing wind sounded particularly shrill.
After finally finding someone to inquire, it turned out that there was a demon trouble here, and the demon was very ferocious. It was said that people disappeared in the house every day, and it was also said that the dead could return to the world.
Senior brother said softly to Nihua: "I'm afraid this scene is not just a simple evil disaster." She nodded, already somewhat expecting it. Rumors spread that people were mysteriously missing in this town every day. What was even more chilling was that no one asked the various sects for help. Instead, they prayed to gods and Buddhas day after day. This undoubtedly aggravated people's panic and chaos.
This situation made her sigh that in just a few months, things in the world had become so turbulent.
She was thinking about the mysterious living dead. She put a special mark on his body, and these clues led her through this dead street.
The streets and alleys are empty, with the occasional barking of dogs echoing in the distance, adding to the eerie atmosphere.
Following the guidance of the tracking talisman, they came to a corner of the town, and the scene in front of them was frightening. A pile of corpses lay across the street, the color of blood looking particularly dazzling in the dim twilight. People were curled up or twisted, their faces full of despair and pain before death. And the living dead man was lying motionless among these dead people. If it weren't for the guidance of the tracking talisman, she would have almost thought that he had become a part of this tragedy.
Ni Hua approached cautiously, her heart beating like a drum, for fear of disturbing something. But when she reached out and touched the man's cold body, he suddenly moved, and a strange light flashed across his dull eyes when he met her. He began to make gestures. Although it was silent, the eagerness and panic were clearly visible.
She knelt down and tried to decipher his intentions. His finger pointed to the depths of the pile of corpses, then pointed to his chest, and then made a circle, which seemed to imply something. She wondered if there was some kind of connection between the dead and the living dead. Is he warning, or asking for help?
Seeing this, the senior brother quickly looked around and whispered: "We can't stay here for a long time. We must leave quickly and find a safe place to investigate further."
She nodded. However, suddenly, she saw the chain on her hand flicker, and she instinctively felt a strong resentment lingering in the town. She didn't know whether it was something from the devil's lifetime that guided her, or whether it was simply something... The resentment attracted her.
She grabbed her senior brother and prepared to find out.
Ni Hua remembered that when the demons came to the destroyed village, they seemed to be looking for something, and this city was actually not far from that village.
After Director Yun settled the group of dead people, he specially placed tracking charms on each of them, and then Director Yun followed Ni Hua to a house.
Nihua stood in front of a strange house, she was not sure what was inside.
She planned to sneak in secretly, while her senior brother went in openly.
The gatekeeper of the house heard a stranger knocking on the door and quietly opened a gap. He seemed to be shaking when he saw Director Yun carrying a long sword behind his back. He carefully asked Director Yun what was going on. Changyun came up with the excuse that he usually goes down the mountain to help slay demons.
The boy informed the host, and finally, Director Yun was politely invited out.
After hearing this, Director Yun shook his head and stood at the door without moving.
The boy was in a dilemma, and finally ran in for a while, and then closed the door. No matter how hard Director Yun knocked, there was no movement inside.
Nihua saw the trick, she sneaked in secretly, but found that she was hindered.