The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 15
The wind in the ghost realm became more and more urgent, but it lost its original gloomy atmosphere.

Wan Qiniang's anger and resentment dissipated with tears.

Wearing an embroidered red dress, with gold embroidered shoes on his feet, a plain face, still in the [-]th or [-]th year old age, black hair only hanging down at his waist, his eyes slightly red and swollen, but the lower legs have a transparent texture, which makes people feel Seeing a little fright.

"This is……"

Zhou Yi didn't know what to say.

This is beyond her experience.

Wan Qiniang wiped her tears with her sleeve, held the letter carefully, bowed to Wei Yuan, and said softly, "Thank you, Young Master."

Wei Yuan shook his head and said:

"Miss Wan, are you awake?"

"Thanks to the son."

"Is that so..."

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, put away the eight-faced Han sword in his hand, and said:

"What else does the girl wish for?"

"wish?"

She looked just like the girl who was more than a hundred years ago and was slightly startled. She wanted to say that she didn't have any wishes to say, but she held the letters that she could not receive, and when she thought of the words on it, she said, "I want to Look at this era, okay?"

Xuan's expression changed, he stood up to stop in front, and said eagerly:
"No, I'm not sure she's harmless..."

The hilt of the Eight-faced Han Sword hit the blade in Xuan Yi's hand, neither light nor heavy.

The sword in Xuan Yi's palm was knocked out.

Rotate three times, and stick to the ground upside down.

The hilt of the sword remained unabated, hitting Xuan Yi's abdomen.

Xuan Yi groaned, holding back what he hadn't said yet, staggered back and had to move out of the way.

"I'm sorry for you today, but he will pay it back tomorrow."

Wei Yuan put the eight-sided Han sword in its sheath and put it in the piano box, leaned over and picked up the black umbrella that he had just thrown away, shook off the soil on it, then opened the black cloth umbrella, and then turned to look at the oiran girl in red. Holding the talisman in his palm, letting the power of exorcism permeate under the umbrella, he stretched his left hand forward and said softly:

"Then, I will accompany the girl to Jiangnan City again."

"Please."

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

Zhou Yi helped Xuan Yi, who was clutching his abdomen.

Wei Yuan did not contribute at all.

The reason why Xuan Yi stepped back, or even fell to the ground, was because he had already lost his strength.

His face was pale, and he gritted his teeth: "He has no idea how unstable Li Gui is..."

"If that female ghost riots outside, more than a few hundred people will be harmed."

Zhou Yi said: "He should have some way to prevent the ghosts from messing around."

"Let's try to see if we can eliminate this ghost realm, otherwise it will always be a scourge. By the way, you can look up the names of Fu Pengyi and Wan Qiniang..."

"Ah."

………………

Gangnam-do in rainy weather.

Before the rain actually fell, the bluestone slab on the road already had a faint sense of water.

Wei Yuan held an umbrella, carried a piano case, and accompanied him in red under the umbrella.

"I didn't expect it to be the same as it was back then."

Wan Qiniang, who was dressed in red, looked at the moss-covered corners of the ancient buildings on both sides and said softly.

"I still remember running here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from the nearby villages would come to sell vegetables, green vegetables, cabbage, very fresh, and frosted persimmons in winter. The soy sauce is here, there is a small noodle restaurant there, three tables for one person, two sides, a small spoon of soy sauce, very authentic."

"It's not that I didn't think about it when I was young. When Pengyi and I are old, we can only walk slowly down this street hand in hand, watching others come to buy food, and watching children run around. Now I think about it, You really shouldn't think about it that much."

Wan Qiniang gently shook her head.

Go forward to the old house that has already closed the door.

It can be seen that it was originally a storefront, but it has not opened for many years now.

"This is Jixiangfang. It turns out that I like to buy rouge here the most."

"I originally thought that no matter how the world changes, there will always be a daughter's family, and the daughter's family will always have a red eyebrow, and this store will never be closed. I didn't expect that the current daughter's family no longer uses rouge, Pengyi said. Changes in the world are not something people can think of, maybe that’s the reason.”

Seeing the bustling city from a distance, Wan Qiniang stopped and stood in the south of the Misty Rain, not moving forward.

"I was thinking of seeing the new Jiangnan for Pengyi, but I saw the old scenery everywhere, which made the son laugh."

She smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Since rouge is no longer used, then Qu'er is no longer sung, and no one listens to it anymore."

Wei Yuan said, "Yes."

Holding the umbrella, he looked at the bustling new city and replied:

"The opera is still there, and more young people like it. There are many new things in this ancient land, but those old things have not been forgotten, they are still growing, and they are inclusive and inclusive. Nai Da, Shenzhou will never lack such tolerance."

"Those who should be remembered, we will never forget."

"Miss Wan, if you look into the distance, the place where there is a monument is the Martyrs Memorial Park. The names of people from Jiangnan Province who gave their lives for the country are all written on it."

"How, there is still time, do you want to take a look?"

………………

A moment later, in the Jiangnan-do Martyrs Memorial Park, Wei Yuan stood quietly holding an umbrella.

There are many names written on the stele.

Wan Qiniang in red counted them one by one, and finally saw the familiar name, she finally seemed to be crying and laughing, she leaned over and touched the stone tablet, but her fingertips could not touch the temperature of the person, and the stone tablet could not be touched either. Through the stone tablet.

It was about to rain and the sky was overcast, but there were still some people in the park.

There are also some children.

Wei Yuan held the umbrella and bowed towards the monument and Wan Qiniang, saying:
"I have been afraid of ghosts since I was a child, and many people are afraid of it. I have never been taboo to go to the cemetery, let alone at night, but the cemetery of the martyrs is different, because even children know that heroes and martyrs will protect them. They should be thanked, and thanks to you."

"Thank you."

Wan Qiniang turned around, her eyes were red, she rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said softly.

"Young master laughed."

"It's okay."

"Miss Wan, is there anywhere else you want to go?"

"Nothing."

That's all, the two walked back to the Chunxiao Building in silence.

Wan Qiniang pushed open the gate of the garden, and saw that Zhou Yi and the three inside had complex expressions, and the original ghost realm had begun to slowly crumble, like an old oil painting in the past opened a corner, revealing the dilapidated true face, the collapsed small pavilion , messy spring grass, faded big mahogany door, have experienced the erosion of years.

Crouching Tiger's waist card trembled slightly.

This time there is no need to print it on paper, and words have already appeared in Wei Yuan's consciousness.

The ghost disappeared.

Colonel Sili was awarded seven meritorious deeds.

Transform to open the basic supernatural power of Sili Xiaowei [Injection]

Transformation and opening of the Dossier of Captain Sili "Fantasy Chaos God, the Fifth of God"

Crouching Tiger waist card slowly quieted down.

Wan Qiniang placed the letterhead carefully next to her, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, who had just traveled to Jiangnan with her, and said:
"Young master has something to tell me."

Then Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi saw that Wei Yuan, who had just gone out with Wan Qiniang at all costs, silently put away the black umbrella, then took off the piano case, took out the sword from it, closed his eyes, and slowly moved his fingers with his five fingers. Grip the hilt, and inside the scabbard, the steel trembled and hummed.

Wan Qiniang said: "But because I have shot at the son?"

Wei Yuan said:
"You, did you kill?"

"innocent people."

Wei Yuan raised his head slightly, thinking of the mournful wailing he heard when he passed by Fuchun Community.

The five fingers clasped together, and the Han sword came out of its sheath.

Rumble.

Thunder ran in the sky, and it started to rain.

The right hand sprinkled the talisman on the blade, and the fingers stroked the blade.

Blood was left, but it left golden marks on the blade.

[Note the spirit], the spirit is contained in the device, which can hurt the ghost and the ghost.

Wei Yuan sank slowly, holding the hilt of the sword in both hands.

The blade pointed at the wandering soul who had previously devoted all his strength to help him fulfill his wish.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes heavily, Qiniang's experience, the despair of the past, the sinister nature of the human heart, the reason for turning into a ghost, and the mournful wailing of the mother who lost everything when he passed by the Fuchun Community, all came together. Maybe this is the reason. Real life, whether it is Crouching Tiger captain or knight, sometimes can't change anything.

We can only choose.

A low-pitched tiger roar came from the waist of the Crouching Tiger.

Wei Yuan suppressed the suffocation and complexity in his heart, opened his eyes, and whispered:

"Murderer, pay for it."

"The Great Han Sili Commander, Wei Yuan..."

The sword edge was raised and pointed at Wan Qiniang.

"Send Miss Wan the last ride."

(End of this chapter)