The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 14 It's Cause, Effect, and Destiny

Rumble.

There was a low sound of thunder in the sky.

When the female ghost who had been quiet before heard Wei Yuan's words, she suddenly reacted violently. A pair of empty black eyes stared at Wei Yuan's side, and then disappeared suddenly, moving towards this side in a very mysterious way. Appears, black hair grows, and there are signs of obscuring the sky in the ghost realm.

The suffocation and suffocation are unprecedentedly rich.

At this time, under Wei Yuan's black umbrella, another figure walked out and met the soul of Qiniang.

Zhou Yi has not recovered from the "innocent people who need to be protected before" suddenly become inscrutable, when she sees the old man face to face.

She didn't see that the old man was also obsessed with the soul. She subconsciously exclaimed and came back. She instinctively took a step to block it, but was stopped by Wei Yuan next to her. Zhou Yi was exhausted and couldn't move forward. She stretched out her hand to hold Wei Yuan, and said eagerly: " Stop him, it's too dangerous, is he dying?!"

Wei Yuan said: "This may be what he has always hoped for."

"what?!"

At this time, Zhou Yi had also seen the state of the old man, and his expression changed.

Wei Yuan watched the old man's movements without taking his eyes away, and said slowly:

"I suddenly have a question, Officer Zhou, when a person has suffered for a lifetime because of a certain mistake, and his wish is to atone for his sin with death, should we stop him? Do we have the qualifications to stop him and use our The standard of judgment to make the decision for him?"

"Can people really empathize with each other?"

Zhou Yi was speechless.

The old man's obsessive spirit body ran towards the female ghost.

The female ghost screamed loudly, her hands were pale, her nails were dark and long, and she reached forward.

The old man fell down suddenly.

He's grown up, very old, tall and much taller than that female ghost, so judging from this action, he almost sent his chest over.

In the popping sound, the female ghost pierced the old man's chest without any hesitation with her hands.

The old man's soul did not suffer in the slightest, with a look of finally relief, he was thrown away by the female ghost, staggered two steps, and then knelt down on his knees, slammed his forehead on the ground, and choked out loudly:
"Qiniang, Xiao Shi Shi kowtows to you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, woo woo woo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The old man cried bitterly.

The pain and deep self-blame in the cry were very clear.

Zhou Yi was stunned, then made some guesses, and there was a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

Is this where the devil's heart lies? !

If it was really misunderstood and wronged and died, then the person who misunderstood her then sincerely apologized and died at her own hands, which should be able to relieve Li Gui's extreme negative emotions, which would be a good opportunity.

But the ghost that Qiniang transformed into has not changed in the slightest.

She pulled out her palm, without even looking at the old man, her dark eyes turned to Wei Yuan.

The resentment was even heavier.

This means that the old man's apology did not shake Li Gui.

Li Gui's predecessor didn't care about that.

The old man stumbled and kowtowed three times, his soul obsession was penetrated, and after doing this, he slowly disappeared, his wrinkled face was full of tears, and finally he saw the girl who smiled and handed him the candy that year, look. At the end, he jumped off Ishii's red robe, and at the end, there was a vast expanse of snow in front of him.

My heart is broken, my soul is broken.

The female ghost attacked Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan swung his right hand, and the black cloth umbrella spun and smashed towards the female ghost. At the same time, he took a step back, the piano case was opened, and the eight-sided Han sword was unsheathed.

With the broad and thick sword, Wei Yuan was sure in his heart.

The black hair in front of him rushed forward, and with a move in his hand, the eight-faced Han sword rose from the bottom to the top, fluttering and blocking.

While blocking the black hair with the blade, he stepped to one side to avoid it.

At the same time, the sword edge turned slightly, removing the brute force from the black hair.

The black hair pierced the slate again.

The sword in Wei Yuan's hand was slashed sideways, slashing a strand of black hair. With his left hand, he drew the broken sword from his waist and used it as a dagger to make up for the loopholes in his swordsmanship.

The Yin Qi entangled in the broken sword can cause more damage to the female ghost.

The black hair was scattered.

Then they gathered together and penetrated directly from the ground.

Wei Yuan's footsteps dodged quickly, rolled violently, and a sword light flowed through. While avoiding the black hair, the eight-faced Han sword swept across.

...............

Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi stood together, watching the collision between Jian Shi and the black-haired ghost domain, sweating on their foreheads.

The moves of swordsmanship are simple, crisp, and even plain.

But every move and every style is murderous.

Xuan Yi stared at the situation of the battle, substituting himself into the opponent of the swordsmanship.

Slowly, cold sweat oozes out of his forehead, and his complexion turns whiter.

With the simple sword move just now, if he can't make a few moves, he will be beheaded, or pierced through the heart, and the blood will flow five feet.

This is not like the swordsmanship of the Wu family.

Every move is going to fight for his life.

This is ancient battlefield swordsmanship.

And it is the kind that has really been experienced on the battlefield.

He closed his eyes and didn't dare to focus on swordsmanship any more. Instead, he looked at the entire battle situation, looking for where he could help. Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi had both been taught by the elders of the division, and they could see it very quickly. , Although the swordsmanship is strong, it is still limited to the level of mortal martial arts, and it is a martial arts that specializes in killing people, and it does not have an advantage in the face of demons.

Wei Yuan kept moving forward, but kept blocking the attack of the ghost hair, and narrowed the distance with the female ghost, but he didn't care much about killing the enemy.

"What does he want to do?"

………………

when.

The eight-faced Han sword blocked the strange black hair that grew out of the void.

Black water dripped from the black hair and fell on the sword, and there were traces of corrosion on the long sword.

Wei Yuan glanced at it and clenched the body of the sword. He could feel that the grade of the Eight-faced Sword, which was not considered a good sword, had dropped again. risks of.

But he had already invaded within three meters of the female ghost itself.

The black hair in the void stabbed Xiang Weiyuan like a spear.

Not far away, the expressions of Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi suddenly changed.

There was no fear on Wei Yuan's face, just holding a sword.

Looking at the ghost with a low face and empty eyes, he sighed and said softly:
"Fu Pengyi, I didn't abandon you."

The sharp black hair arrayed like spears stopped suddenly in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

tick, tick...

Drops of water fell from the black hair.

Then those black hair softened.

But the anger did not dissipate.

Wei Yuan released his left hand holding the Crouching Tiger waist card, and took out a thick stack of letters from his pocket. The top was an off-white photo, and the following was a pension report. He handed it over and said:
"Fu Pengyi, a Jiangnan Taoist, joined the army in the 17th year of Emperor Wudi of the Ming Dynasty, defending our Shenzhou, and died a heroic death."

"It's his relic, part of it to his parents."

"On the letter and pension, it was written to my wife, Wan Qiniang."

He let go of his hand, and the letter did not fall.

This is ghost realm.

A wisp of wind made those letterheads fly in the air, and then spread out, flying up like white snow, surrounding the female ghost, opening them one by one, Wei Yuan holding the sword, standing by the side, when the last When a red letter fell in front of the woman, her movements stopped.

The name of the letter was with his wife.

Wei Yuan had seen the contents inside.

I love books, paintings, flowers, wine and beauties all my life, but not as much as my heart for you, and my heart for you is not as good as my love for my country. I still have a life to come back and listen to you listening to music in Jiangnan. There will be no difference in this life; if I don’t have the chance to come back, I can hear you singing anywhere in my country.

My generation is with my country.

And I still say that to you, there is no separation in this life, only death.

Husband Fu Pengyi is a masterpiece.

The letter was written one month after the incident in Jiangnan Road. Before that, only Fu Pengyi was signed. After that, the letterhead became Fu Fu Pengyi. The meaning of it was self-evident.

Wei Yuan wiped the wound on the side of his cheek, leaned against the side pillar, closed his eyes with his sword in his arms, and did not take the opportunity to sneak attack.

After a while, a low sobbing sounded in his ears, followed by a mournful cry.

The woman in red held the letterhead and cried into tears.

The anger slowly disappeared along with the tears.

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the wisps of night fog on the ghost realm.

The world has a thousand words, a thousand mountains and rivers, and a thousand experiences.

Have you ever heard a ghost cry?
Thousands of people in the world slander me, slander me and hate me, how can you be alone?
(End of this chapter)