At that time, Lin'an City was in a state of war, and it was full of blood and blood in the eyes. Under the smog of the devil, the suburbs of the suburbs, the woods are dry.

When the ink burned and he didn't return to the G.o.ds, he heard a strange noise. He looked up and saw a fresh belly hanging on a stubble stick that was not far away. More than ten black crows were looking around for food. Blood drops and meat **** are constantly falling down.

Under the tree, the body of a middle-aged man fell, his abdomen was torn open by claws, and blood and organs flowed to the ground. No one can know whether he was blind or closed when he died. His eyes have been hollowed out.

Such a scene, ink burning is no stranger.

In his previous life, he had slaughtered the 72nd city of Confucianism. At that time, the blood was drifting, and the corpse was everywhere. It was also such a terrible situation.

I don't know why, the blood of the past life made him happy, and every flesh and blood in the body whispered. However, at this moment, I suddenly saw a similar horror. In his heart, he had a layer of Sen Han’s half-inch pity. Is it true that he has been pretending to be a long time, and he has gradually turned his mind?

I was thinking about it, and I heard a hoof sound, and there was a dust in front.

In this way, the world can still be rampant, and most of them are not good birds.

The ink burned immediately took Chu Yuning and took him behind him. However, there was no s.p.a.ce to hide around the old road in Lin'an. In the blink of an eye, a group of light rides appeared in the dusty smoke. When I saw it, I realized that the horses were not strong. Some of them were hungry and even the ribs were clear. More than ten people sat on the horseback and pressed their heads.

Those people wore a uniform white background, and they wore red and white feathers, and they wore the double dragons to kill the ring. Although they are not very clean, they are very neat, and although they are extremely thin, they are still awkward. What is even more rare is that they all have a strong bow and a plump of arrows behind them.

In the troubled world of bonfires, the most valuable thing is two things: food, and weapons.

They are obviously not ordinary people.

The ink is burning is not known to be good or evil, is the enemy is a friend. I heard one of the fourteen-and-five-year-old teenagers shouting: "Hey! Auntie!"

The young man slammed down from the horseback, fell into the mud, and climbed up and rolled up. He stumbled and ran down the tree, slammed into the dying middle-aged man, and burst into tears: "Auntie Auntie!"

Others have also shown a pitiful look, but they have apparently seen too many lives and deaths, and even more numbness, so there is no second person to disappoint, except for the teenager who is crying and crying.

Someone noticed the ink burning and Chu Xiening not far away, and stunned, and asked the official language of Lin’s native voice: "Are you not a local?"

Ink burning: "Yes, ... we are coming from the ground."

"So far?" The man was taken aback. "This world, all night is a ghost, how did you survive?"

"...I will have some spells." The ink-burning heart will be lost, and when these people are not comfortable, they will pull out the late night and come out. "This is my brother. We pa.s.sed by here and could not walk." I want to take a break."

The people in the team saw Chu Yuning, and several of them seemed to be slightly stunned, and two of them whispered aloud.

The smoldering alert said: "What is it?"

"Nothing." The young man headed, "Speaking seriously. You have to rest in the city to go to rest. Don't look at the scene there are no monsters. If it is at night, it can be ghosts everywhere. Xiaoman's adoptive father is going out for the day. Looking for food, the result was a heavy rain yesterday. I didn't have time to come back before dark. You can't see it..." He sighed heavily and never said anything.

It turned out that Xiaoman was the boy who was crying and dying. The father who died under the tree was his adoptive father. There is always such a thing happening in troubled times. A family goes out to find food for the individual. In the morning, the end-users go out and never come back at night.

Although it is known that this happened two hundred years ago, but the young boy cried heartbreaking, a few want to cry, the ink burned in his eyes, but still could not help but swell.

However, after a slight sigh, the surge was a sudden shock.

The past murder has not seen blood, why is it gradually softened?

Immediately took Chu nightning, and bid farewell to the young man.

The person headed said: "You went to Lin'an City and found a place to live first. Lin'an immediately moved the city to Putuo, where there is plenty of aura, and it has not been attacked by ghosts. You are alone, not as good as us. Walk together."

“Citywide move?”

"Yeah." The man said this, his eyes were burning, his face was like a radiant glow. "Thanks to the good tricks of Chu Gongzi, the whole city can return to life. Don't say, don't say Now, we have to find a circle in the suburbs before dark to see if anyone who survives can bring it back to the city - hey, Xiaoman, let's go, let's go."

He called Xiaoman, but Xiaoman still cried in the body of his adoptive father, and did not look back.

The ink sighed and pulled La Chu, and whispered: "Go. Let's go to the advanced city."

Chu nightning nodded, and suddenly asked: "You said that they moved around the city, in the end has become a failure?"

The ink burns his cool, tender little hand: "Do you want to hear the truth, or is it a lie?"

"Nature listen to the truth."

"Children are better off listening to lies."

Chu night Ning said: "They didn't make it."

"Yeah." Mohburn said, "Look, you know what the truth is, but you have to ask again. It seems like asking me again, the ending can change."

Chu night Ning ignored him and continued to ask: "Do you know why they didn't make it?"

"You see me asking me again, I am not an old goblin who has lived for two hundred years. How can I know this?"

Chu nightning did not say anything. After a while, it was only gloomy: "The people of Lin'an City in the past two hundred years have almost died."

Ink burning: "..."

Chu night Ningdao: "No escape."

"No, my brother, you are young, how do you know?"

Chu night Ning white gave him a look: "Elder Yu Yu has talked about it more than once in the old history. You don't listen to cla.s.s, but instead ask me why I am so clear and hateful."

The ink burned a little speechless, and my heart was on my teacher's cla.s.s. He didn't yell at me. You told me what to do, but I still don't think about it with children. I am happy.

The two said as they walked, and they pa.s.sed the city gate unconsciously and came to the main city of Lin'an. The ancient city that stands on the bank of the Qiantang River has been solid and clear, and the exorcism works are all over the wall and the city.

There are countless corpses piled up outside the city, all covered with evil spirits scars. If the body is not treated, it will be corpse at night.

The Taoist priests took advantage of the noon yang, and came out to take the fragrant ash. For those who were particularly deep in the scars, they were drinking with cinnabar and painting.

The city gate refused to stand in front of the two guards. The dress was exactly the same as the young man who had just seen outside the city. It was also a red piping on a white background. The double dragon smashed the forehead, armed the bow, and the arrow behind it was full.

"Stand up, who?"

The ink burned and explained again according to the previous words. The two guards did not want to stop people from letting in, but to register, so they were placed in the case and they were put in.

Before the walk, I remembered the "Chu Gongzi" mentioned by the young boy who had just been riding. Since that person said that the migration of Lin'an City is a good idea for the "Chu Gongzi", the key to cracking the virtual array should be here. Chu Gongzi.

"Sorry, I want to ask a person about you."

The guards squinted: "You come from the shackles, and there are people you know?"

The ink burned and said: "No, it is the few lords who met on the road. They mentioned a son named Chu. He said that he would take the whole city to move to Putuo two days later. I don't know who the Chu son is. In the next few spells, if you can do what you can, you want to know the top."

The guard looked back and forth at him. Xu felt that the ink could come here with a small baby, and he should have some tolerance. He said: "The Chu Gongzi is the eldest son of the old guard. The ghost king came a month ago. The sorrowful master is unfortunately killed, and after that, the son of the son is leading us to defend the enemy."

"The son of Taishou?" Mo-burning and Chu-nighting looked at each other, and the ink burned and turned. "It’s so strange, is it too common for the son to keep the sword?"

"What's so weird!" The guards squinted at the ink. "Is it allowed to repair the door, not allowing the mortal to be repaired?"

"..."

There are some scattered repairs, but it has never been a climate.

The ink burns the heart, isn't this the slap in the half of the bucket of the Chu Gongzi, and the idea of ​​killing the people in the safe city?

But according to the guidance of the guards, went to the Taishou House, and the ink burned and immediately found that he was wrong. The son of a man who happened to be a surname to his old man, apparently not a three-legged cat.

Because he saw the enchantment of the supernatant.

The upper enchantment is a very powerful net enchantment that can block all evils in the range. As long as this enchantment is open, it is not a common ghost. Even if it is a thousand years, it is difficult to step into half of it.

However, the scope of this enchantment must be visited by the pract.i.tioner as a glimpse. And the area covered is extremely small, and even the great masters like Chu Yuning can only use the upper enchantment to quit half of the dead.

At this moment, the two hundred years ago, the Chu Gongzi created a celestial enchantment that covered the ten-mile radius of the Taishou House. Although it is far less than the late Qing Dynasty, it is by no means comparable to ordinary people.

The two went to the gate of the Taishou government. The original thought was to try their luck. Let's tell you that there is a monk who asks for help. See if the master is too willing to see his face.

Unexpectedly, just turned around a corner, I saw the gate of the Taishou House and arranged three long queues. Six women waiters dressed up as guards of cavalry put out thick wooden barrels, and hundreds of old and weak women with yellow skinny skin gathered in front of the mansion, leading the porridge rice in turn.

The person who had finished the porridge came to a tree under the bud of the palace. Under the flower tree stood a white man, a long, dark-colored hair, and a bunch of painted papers were distributed to the people, and carefully asked for attention.

He turned his back to the ink, so he could not see his appearance.

However, those who had received the paper were grateful to him: "Thank you for the greatness of the Chu Gongzi, and thank you for the greatness of the Chu Gongzi..."

It turned out that this is the son of the Shoufu son?

The ink is burning and curious, pulling the little teacher around to look around.

With a glance, the eyes burned and the eyes were rounded like a five-thunder-top

This, is this not a late night? ? ?

Mo said that it was burned, even Chu Xinning himself was stunned, and it was far away from the end of the team. The singer Chu Gongzi looked clear, the eyebrows and the eyes were very soft, so even the white clothes, Similar to yourself!

Chu nightning: "..."

Ink burning: "..."

After a long period of stiffness, the ink twitched and said: "Teacher."

"Ok."

"Do you think that this Chu Gongzi looks extraordinarily like a person?"

Chu night is dry and dry: "Like Yuheng Elder."

Ink burns a thigh: "Isn't it! What happened? Who is this person? What is the relations.h.i.+p with Master?"

"...you ask me, how do I know."

"Are you not serious about listening to cla.s.s?"

"I won't talk about it in this cla.s.s." Chu is very angry.

The two did not speak again, and they were placed in the team, slowly moving forward, and staring at the son of the public.

After careful scrutiny, in fact, Chu Gongzi and Chu Xi Ning did not look exactly the same. The face of this son is more quiet and refined, the eyes are not so long, the barren is more gentle, and the eyes are much softer than the night.

The ink burned and looked at it. Suddenly, he snorted and went down to see the younger brother.

"You make me feel good."

"Why..." Chu Xi Ning could not help but feel guilty and turned his face away.

When the ink burned, he hid, and he became more and more unwilling, and reached out to pinch his face, forcing him to look back. He looked at it for a while and suddenly realized what he was, muttering: "Oh."

Chu night Ning forced to calm down: "How, what?"

The ink burned and narrowed his eyes: "It's no wonder that the people are outside the city. When those people see you, they will whisper, and I suddenly find out that you look a little like the master."

"..............."

Chu night is quite busy to break him, but his ear is sharp red: "Nonsense."

"But it’s weird, why can those guards see them at a glance, but I can’t think of them for a long time?”

Chu nightning: "........."

I was puzzled, and suddenly there was a cry, and a child’s voice shouted: "Auntie."