The Spirit Suppressing Museum

Chapter 71 The End of Love (four thousand characters for subscription)

Wei Yuan looked rather embarrassed.

His hands and feet were trembling slightly because of the excessive force before, and his body was tingling. Every breath would cause a battle between Crouching Tiger Jue and suffocation in his body. The ghost king he saw this time was really something Wei Yuan had never encountered before. The enemy, by this time, was already exhausted.

Sitting on the ground at this moment, exhausted, not wanting to move a finger.

And when the ghosts completely vanished, the Crouching Tiger waist card trembled in a low voice.

There is text flowing through the Lingtai, which is a merit obtained.

Perhaps it was because Wei Yuan only made up the last sword, and his merits were not as many as he imagined, but there were also a lot. Together with the demons who killed when he stole the feather clothes, he barely managed to get the number of [-], and he cut one before. The little ghost is only two or three, and Qiniang dissipated her anger on her own, and only got seven merits.

This is a rare and rich number.

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

I eased my breath for a while, stood up forcibly, turned around, saw the ruins full of mountains, and thought of the evil Taoist I had just seen, and I don't know if that Taoist had been turned into powder by the storm aroused by the goddess. Leave a trace of the soul to exorcise the ghost.

The spread of sorcery in Quanshi City, and who caused the revival of the demons in this ghost realm.

I'm afraid they have nothing to do with that person.

Wei Yuan took out a thousand-mile tracking talisman, shook his hand to ignite it, his own perception increased greatly, and everything around him became extremely clear. Opened a storm that could be called a natural disaster, and ran to the hidden place under the mountain.

………………

The black-robed Taoist was embarrassed and ran straight down the mountain.

His face was pale, and he was panting like a cow.

Just a little recollection of the scene that seemed like the wrath of the sky just now would make him feel numb in the scalp and unspeakable horror. If it wasn't for the warning from the ancestor's talisman to avoid disaster and calamity, he would probably die, but even if he was lucky enough to escape. Life, but he was smashed by the wind and thunder, and even the talisman was drained, so he would escape with his life.

The Taoist stepped on the air, fell to the ground and rolled twice.

In the distance, I have seen the village hotel modeled on the world at the foot of the mountain, gritted his teeth, struggled and continued to walk.

Just hide in, just hide among those strangers, and you can sneak out.

Then report what you saw today.

The goddess of the Qin and Han Dynasties revived, and the ancient crouching tiger reappeared.

To spread all these messages.

He vaguely heard the low and frantic roar from the other side of the mountain, knowing that Crouching Tiger and Heavenly Maiden were facing the body of this ghost realm demon and had no time to take care of his own side, so he breathed a sigh of relief and accelerated. But just as he was about to reach his goal, a chill appeared.

The Taoist tumbled to the side almost instinctively.

Afterwards, a chill down the back was followed by a burning pain.

Already injured.

With a low pained roar in his mouth, the black-robed Taoist struggled to turn around, and saw a man walking out of the shadow of the woods, dressed in gray and brown clothes, with a thin body and expressionless face, like an old man, but also like a man. Young man, if Wei Yuan is here, he should be able to recognize that this is Wu Liu, the owner of the homestay.

He was now staring at the man fiercely, his teeth rattling.

With his skinny and almost muscleless arms, he dragged a thick ghost-headed knife and made a trace on the ground.

The storm subsided, but the clouds were involved. Now the mountain was clear, but a sudden torrential rain fell on the mountain, which soaked the clothes of the two people here. Wu Liu's eyes were red, and he stared at the Taoist. A Taoist who cheated into the water and sealed his soul in the body, not a human being, nor a ghost.

Gritting his teeth, his voice seemed to come out from between his teeth.

"Treachery!!"

"Finally waiting for you..."

The Taoist man in black looked at Wu Liu who had come for revenge, but his eyes were filled with absurdity and underestimated anger. He sneered, "A mere ghoul, what nonsense are you talking about here!"

Wu Liu's eyes widened, the originally expressionless face was frantic and painful.

He took a step forward, and in the rainy night, he rushed towards the Taoist man in black.

The gloomy ghost-head knife raised with the strength of twisting, with the anger of an ordinary person, smashed through the rain curtain.

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Relying on the power of the Thousand Mile Tracking Talisman, Wei Yuan found the evil Taoist man, the Taoist man had already turned into a corpse, his eyes were wide open, he lay down in the muddy water, a large hole was opened on his waist, and blood was mixed in his intestines. Flowed out, soaked in mud.

Wu Liu sat leaning against the stone.

The whole person lost an arm.

Just now he used this arm to exchange his life with the Taoist.

A self-proclaimed high-ranking person who is thinking about running for his life has no way of understanding what a person who wants revenge even if he does not want his life thinks. The Taoist priest doesn't know, so he lost his life. Wei Yuan lowered his body and felt evil. The spirit of a Taoist priest dissipates when it leaves the body.

It seems that he was cursed in advance, and he can't exorcise the ghost at all.

Instead, he found a yellow talisman on him, with his Dao name and surname written on it, like an identification card, put it together with the Daoist's relics, and looked at Wu Liu, after the latter took revenge, Like a walking corpse, sitting against a stone with a dull expression.

For a long time, he looked at the sky and sighed as if crying and laughing:
"I want to bask in the sun..."

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The way the ghost realm itself exists is based on the ghost king as the core, accumulating the evil energy of the Luojiang river, and forming a place that is different from the normal world in the world.

Soon this side of the world will be connected with the human world.

At the place where Antibow Sha was originally located, everyone who remained in the ghost realm suddenly appeared.

The original hotel and inn, when they appeared in the world, turned into paper paste, and then they were burned by the yang energy of the world and disappeared. Zhang Hao and others with black eye circles saw those innocent tourists. , but he was unconscious, and when he saw Wei Yuan again, he felt relieved.

Zhang Hao took out his cigarette and went forward, he said with a sigh of relief, "Master Wei, you are safe and sound, that's great."

"What happened to the ghost realm?"

Wei Yuan originally wanted to say that the ghost king had been solved with the help of the goddess, but when he turned around, he saw that the goddess in white had disappeared for some time.
"He was helped by a passing expert, and it has been broken."

"You don't have to worry about it in the future."

Seniors passing by?
Zhang Hao and Shen Jifeng looked strange, but they didn't ask any further questions. Instead, they immediately organized manpower to move these sleepy tourists to a safe place. Wei Yuan saw Wu Liu hesitated, so he said to Zhang Hao on his behalf: " This is Wu Liu, who has been trapped in the ghost realm for a while, I wonder if you can help find his family?"

Zhang Hao was surprised, nodded and said, "This is naturally no problem."

Looking at Wu Liu again, he said, "I don't know which city your home is in, Mr. Wu?"

Wu Liu hesitated for a long time before reporting a name he had never heard of before.

Willow Village.

In the end, after going around a lot and adding Wu Liu's vague description, I found the main owner. The village Wu Liu mentioned was actually the real rural health center, but the name was very old and very old. When you get old enough in the village, only some old people who are old enough to lose all their teeth remember.

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the village.

Perhaps it was the influence of the residual evil energy. The clouds and mists in the sky today were very low, gloomy, and there was no sunlight.

Wu Liu, who had a broken arm, stepped out of the car tremblingly and looked at the bustling and bustling village. His eyes were full of unfamiliarity, and some did not dare to recognize it. The competent village chief found all the people surnamed Wu in the village very cooperatively.

But they don't even recognize Wu Liu, at least they have no impression of such a person.

Just as everyone looked at each other and didn't know what to do, a young man in his twenties patted his forehead and suddenly said:
"This, is the Wu family who has absolutely no family count?!"

Everyone looked, the middle-aged village chief stared at him, the young man was taken aback, his voice lowered, but he still said: "I remember, under the willow tree at the head of the old village, the old lady Otherwise, it is said that the husband's family died, but the surname is Wu."

Wei Yuan was thoughtful, looked at the excited Wu Liu, looked at the village chief, and said politely:
"Please take us there."

The village chief opened his mouth and nodded, saying:
"It doesn't matter whether you go or not, but the old lady, alas, you will know when you go..."

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Wei Yuan and others soon saw the old willow tree and the old man sitting under the willow tree.

Along the way, from the village chief’s rambling narration, he knew that the old man was very old and had already suffered from dementia, and he could not remember anything. The village chief shook his head and said, “This old lady is already over 70 years old. Diu also happened 60 years ago, and everyone said that she drowned in the water, but she didn't believe it and kept waiting."

"Waiting and waiting, I have been waiting since I was 17 years old."

"Well, everyone is crazy now, and they're still waiting."

"If it weren't for the help from the village, how could the old lady survive. Now, she doesn't recognize anyone in the village..."

The village chief saw that the man with the broken arm opened his mouth, and then walked towards the old man. The village chief just said it was not polite, but he was a little anxious. He raised his hand to pull Wu Liu, but Wei Yuan raised his arm to stop him and looked at him. Wu Liu, whose body was trembling, sighed, but was speechless.

Under the willow tree, the old lady with neat silver hair looked at the entrance of the village quietly.

Wei Yuan followed Wu Liu.

Wu Liu walked forward step by step, looked at the old lady, and laughed at himself:
"It's her, I can recognize it at a glance, she is my wife, we are in a remote village, my home and her home are opposite each other, and we should play from childhood to adulthood, and we should get married. My family is poor. After carrying two bags of rice noodles, she took her back to my house, and she didn't dislike me, but I held a sigh of relief in my heart, thinking that if others have it, my family should have it too."

"I went out to play a hairpin for her that day. When the Taoist priest fell into the water, I went to save him..."

He squatted down, looked at the old man, and laughed and cried:

"Still remember me?"

I didn't hold out much hope, but the old man who didn't even remember the village looked at the weeping skinny man, but naturally stretched out his hand and asked, "Are you back?"

Wu Liu's body trembled, and the tears couldn't stop flowing down.

He seemed to finally let go of what he was most worried about and fell to the ground, grinning:

"I am back."

He sat with the old lady and seemed to want to bask in the sun for a while as he said earlier, but the weather was too gloomy today, so he leaned his head against the old willow tree, looked at Wei Yuan, and murmured:

"I really want to bask in the sun again..."

Wei Yuan raised his head and looked at the sky, the suffocating aura hung low and refused to disperse. He suddenly remembered the vastness and grandeur of the previous goddess who controlled the storm, and his heart moved slightly.

Relying on the previous experience of controlling the evil spirits, the residual evil spirits were immediately stirred.

In fact, he just smashed the suffocation on the ground.

But the suffocating air is connected to the wind in the sky, and the wind is also involved in the cloud, and everything in the world is connected, so this place suddenly winds, the wind swirls violently, and the extremely low cloud air immediately reverses, and then slowly collapses in the sky. Broken, pale golden, the warm sunlight that the ghost realm could never see fell.

Everyone was just surprised at the sudden change in the astronomical phenomenon, and muttered that the weather was really God's face, saying that it would change, and didn't take it to heart, but Wei Yuan felt that the little mana that had finally recovered was suddenly empty and almost fell. It was hard for him to breathe, and he saw Shen Jifeng staring at him with wide eyes.

Wei Yuan remembered Shen Jifeng's previous specialty of finding the weak point in the ghost realm, and knew that he couldn't hide it.

He could only lift his index finger, put it in front of his lips, smiled and snorted.

Shen Jifeng seemed to know some great secret.

He covered his lips with his hands, widened his eyes, and nodded his head.

The sun, representing the radiance of heaven and earth, fell and fell on Wu Liu. He was already a corpse ghost. He felt that his ghost part was dispelled, and the burning pain surfaced. , smiling as if enjoying it.

He carefully reached into his arms and took out something, it was a small package.

The gray cloth inside the package was wrapped with a rough hairpin.

Wu Liu gently put the hairpin in his wife's hand, waiting for his ashes to disappear, but it was only a stinging pain, and the stinging pain was slowly disappearing. In severe pain, he opened his eyes, already covered in white hair.

On the palm of the hand, there is a clear air entangled.

Wu Liu widened his eyes and raised his head sharply.

But he only saw Wei Yuan's back.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Obsessed into a devil, one thought into a Buddha.

Do you remember me...

I walked a long way, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, walked through life, and walked through death, only to come back here.

see you.

Wei Yuan stopped and looked at the goddess hidden in the mountains in front of him: "Thank you girl for helping Wu Liu."

"This is over."

"I don't know girl, where do you want to go?"

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