On the second day, there is no difference.

Chu Yu has sent people to check whether the number of scarecrows in the city is sufficient. Every household has begun to do some poor burdens. After preparing for tonight, Ming Er will go out to the Putuo Mountain to take refuge in the early afternoon under the arrangement of Chu.

The ink burned at the entrance of the palace and looked at the crowds. He sighed: "There is a careful arrangement of Chu Yu. If no one is whispering, it is difficult to quickly identify the left behind in the city." Human. It seems that it is a leaked person. Teacher, what do you say?"

No one cares.

"Hey? Teacher?"

When the ink burned, the younger brother did not know when he went to see a row of ready-to-go cavalry. Instead, the son of Chu Gongzi came silently to him and sat down.

"Big brother……"

The ink burned was shocked by his sudden appearance: "What happened?"

The little guy pointed to an old tung tree next to it, and the kite hung on the head, and the mouth was not clear: "Mother left it for me, flew up, couldn't get it. Big brother help me?" ”

"Let's say something." The ink burned lightly and flew up the treetops. The b.u.t.terfly b.u.t.terfly kite was taken off, and it fell back to the ground. He handed the kite to him and smiled. "Get it, don't lose it." It is."

The little guy ignorantly nodded.

When the ink burned, he saw him swaying everywhere. When he wanted to come to Chu, he didn’t have the time to manage his son. He asked him, "What about your mother? There are so many people here, I will take you to your mother."

"A Niang? A Niang is in the back mountain."

Ink burns the road: "What to do in the back mountain?"

"Sleep." The little guy licked his round eyes and said softly, "Auntie has been sleeping there. It will bloom in spring, and Auntie often takes me to see her."

The ink burned "ah" and it was silent for a moment.

It’s the little guy who doesn’t care, it’s because he’s still young, he still doesn’t understand the so-called life and death, happily fiddles with the kite in his hand, looks up and looks at the ink, suddenly squats and succ.u.mbs: “Brother, Thank you, I will give you... I have something for you."

He said, just squatting in his pocket, oh oh yeah, licking out the small half of the cake wrapped in cilantro.

These days, people in Lin'an City are hungry, unable to eat enough, and do not know how this little thing is saved. He took the cake in half, and left the big one, and the small one gave it to the ink.

"Big brother, you eat... Hey, don't tell others, I don't have more."

The ink burned just to reach out and the little guy suddenly changed his mind. After thinking about it, he took the small one back and handed him the big one.

"It's delicious, there is bean paste."

This small move made the ink burning heart suddenly and sour, he was always used to others to treat him bad, but did not know how to deal with the sudden good. He reached for the flower cake and thanked him. The little guy was so happy that he smiled and smiled, his black lacquered eyelashes curled up.

The ink burned the flower cake, and he was not willing to eat. He went to pick a piece of paulownia on the side, wrapped the flower cake and collected it in the pot. I have to say a few words to the little guy, but the child is a child after all, a place can't stay too long, and has already turned and ran away.

At this time, Chu Ning came over and saw the ink burning standing in the original place, then raised his brow slightly and asked: "What?"

The ink burned the back of the little guy and sighed: "I was thinking, so many people are so good, they are all dead."

It is night, the sky is overcast, and from time to time there are blue-violet lightning to tear the sky. In the middle of the night, the wind was violent, and the storm was rus.h.i.+ng.

Rain is yin, which makes the power of ghosts stronger. So this evening, Chu Yu let all the survivors of Lin'an gather near the Taishou House, and they must not step out of the Qing Dynasty enchantment.

Due to the heavy rain, many places that were barely able to sleep were abolished.

At the beginning of the smoldering, I was able to keep an eye on Xiao Man’s whereabouts, but as more and more people rushed into the rain to avoid the rain, Xiao Man’s cat waist disappeared.

Ink whispered: "Not good."

Chu night Ning was small and immediately said: "I chased it."

Among the crowds who talked about it, the dense crowd who was immediately rubbed by the shoulders could not see the back.

After a while, Chu nightning came back, his eyes were cloudy, and Sen coldly said: "Escape."

"Out of enchantment?"

"Ok."

The ink burned and did not speak, watching the pouring rain outside, and the busy Taishoufu people in the rain.

These are just two hundred years ago, and everything has become a reality.

Suddenly, I felt a bit bleak. The women and children around me had eager hopes on their faces. After thinking about breaking, Chu will take them away from this sneaky scorpion and go to Putuo to take refuge. The guards of the red and white pockets in the heavy rain are doing the final defense wholeheartedly, and are planning for the migration when the dawn arrives.

They don't know that they are living soon.

The night was deeper, and the people who were originally boiling were sleeping with each other.

Chu nightning and ink burned without sleepiness, what they have to do is to kill the ghost king after it appears. Since Xiaoman has already ran out of enchantment, it is necessary to change tonight.

The side of the burning side looked at the night of Chu, and said, "You sleep, I wake you up."

Chu night Ning said: "I am not sleepy."

The ink burned his hair: "Then eat something? I haven't eaten since I came here."

"I..." is not hungry. After seeing the flower cake that was burnt out, it was replaced by the action of silent swallowing.

The ink burned the flower cake to him: "You eat."

Chu Evening took over the cakes and became two halves. The big one gave the ink and the small one took it. The ink burned and looked at his actions, and did not know what he was thinking.

After taking a bite of the pastry, Chu Ning suddenly whispered, and then asked: "Is this bought at Taohuayuan? How is the taste different from what I used before?"

"what happened?"

"Osmanthus fragrance is very good."

The ink burned and smiled: "Is it? This is what my son gave me, about Linan."

"It is indeed Linan flavor." Chu night Ning silently went to bite the second mouth, but the lips opened a little, suddenly froze, like suddenly realized what, the face suddenly faded.

"wrong!"

Chu night, Ning, suddenly got up, the scorpion was so big, and his face was extremely ugly.

I don’t know what went wrong with the ink: "What is wrong?"

Chu night, rather than answering, but got up and came to the hospital, braved the heavy rain around to look around, picked up a sharp edge of the sharp stone, slas.h.i.+ng a hole in his arm, smas.h.i.+ng blood.

The ink burned him: "Are you crazy?"

Chu nighting stared at the blood on his arm and looked at it for a while. He looked up sharply, and his eyes were bright and fierce. "You still don't know what happened?" He screamed, "Someone wants us!"

The blood continued to squat down his arm and was washed away by the rain into a pale pink.

In the rainstorm, Chu, a late-night, a pale face, the darkness of the eyebrows was so deep, and the raindrops were tightly st.i.tched, which made him wet.

With a bang, the thunder was broken, and the dark night was like a white night.

The ink burned in this thunder and suddenly reacted, and could not help but step back.

He also knows where it is wrong.

The so-called virtual world, even if it is done in real life, it is also fake.

Pastries can't really taste, and the weapon can't really hurt people. In a word, something in the virtual world cannot have any effect on them.

"Someone made the virtual reality real." Chu nightning said softly.

Virtual reality is a very difficult method to display, also known as "virtual and virtual." The one that is best at this kind of spell is the "Gone Moon Night" among the top ten sects. The purpose of this martial art is "hanging the pot and helping the world, the holy hand to heal the heart". The latter part of the sentence says that some of them specialize in virtual reality and make a real Void environment. We must know that there are many people in the world who are unable to accept the death of relatives, and through the "virtual truth" can make the virtual environment of the survival of the dead, accompanied by the living.

However, since this real virtual environment is extremely difficult to make, usually only a small scene can be made. For example, with the old people, discretion, sleep, etc., at most one thing.

However, the virtual environment made by Yumin is huge and prosperous, and it has a long history. It is necessary to implement all these things. I am afraid that the head of the lonely moon night may not be able to do it.

Ink burning immediately thought of a person, the heart of the mind - will it be the fake hook in Jincheng Lake?

However, after thinking less, I suddenly heard the noise in the sky.

Those who are asleep wake up like a frightened bird, looking around with horrified eyes, and then they see the sky.

Half a sigh of silence, the screams are like a splash of water splas.h.i.+ng in the oil.

The crowd fled, but found nowhere to go, screams everywhere. A slit in the sky splits, and a huge **** red eye is stunned above the enchantment.

The eyes were so close that they were almost attached to the enchantment.

A murky and chilly voice rumbling sounded: "Chu, you are so daring, the body is a child, and you want to fool this seat."

The ink burned and muttered: "It is a ghost king..."

There are nine kings in the ghost world, and the mana is far away. At this time, he has not yet appeared, and he does not know that he is the first king. There is only one **** eyeball in the sky, and it looks at the house below: "I don't care, it's ridiculous! The ridiculous mortal - you want to save them? I might not have tried the people in the city, but you have to rebel For me - I will kill the whole city! Chicken dogs don't stay!"

With a scream, the ghost eye burst into a glaring red light in the center, straight toward the upper enchantment!

In the blink of an eye, the sky is discolored, and the gold and red are connected! In the storm, the sand fluttered in the sand, and the trees in the courtyard were smashed, and the people under the enchantment made a mess, crying and crying.

The upper enchantment resisted the first attack, but then it was a red light, and the squad hit the same position again. The enchantment once again caught the heavy machine, but there was a split.

"Not self-sufficient - really hate!!!"

A bunch of red lights crashed down and burst into cl.u.s.ters of fireworks. Seeing that the enchantment will be split, Chu will rather not know well - since this virtual reality has been realized, then the opponent's attack is no different from that in the present world. If the move is degenerate, I am afraid that I will die in the virtual world!

Chu night thinks, the finger is already golden.

At this time, if the big move is made, the ident.i.ty will be seen through the ink, but there is no other way. I am going to call out the sky to ask for a quick fix. Suddenly, a splendid Huaguang is like a fierce arrow, breaking through the clouds, and stabbing the enchantment!

When the people looked back, they saw the top of the limestone house, and Chu came to the rain.

He armed a phoenix scorpion and slammed his fingertips. The sound of the piano is as loud as a stone, and the beam of Huaguang is drawn away and gathered in the sky. Only in an instant, the original enchantment that was at stake was re-reinforced.

"It's a son!"

"The son!"

The following people are yelling, and there are more people who are so happy. Chu Yu and the ghost king's eye technique are not inferior to the wind. In the blink of an eye, the ghosts are not close to the enchantment.

The cold voice in the air became more and more gloomy.

"Chu Xi, with your ability, you can't hurt you if you escape yourself. Why do you have to do more business and be enemies with my ghosts!"

"You want to hurt my Lin'an city people, why come to me?"

"It’s ridiculous! Ghosts are always eaten by the souls of the souls, and my family swallows the soul, just like you eat meat and eat, what is the difference! When you die, you will see clearly!"

Chu Yu responded freely, and the sound of the piano was not stopped: "That will see if you have the ability to take my head."

Between the words, the more stringy the lower string, the higher the sorrow, and finally the long light is s.h.i.+ning, reflecting the sky, and stabbing the **** eye in the rainy night!

"what--!!!"

The horrible and horrible snoring shook the world like a tremor.

The eye was burned by the Chu 洵 腥 腥 腥 腥 腥 腥 腥 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼 灼Under the anger of the other party, a beam of light that was several times stronger than before, fell from the blood and the wind. Chu Yuzheng sleeves out of the box, but this blow is the violent temper of the ghost king. Under the two sides' countervailing, the swells of the Chu 洵 振 振 振 振 振 振 振 振 振 。 氣 氣 氣 氣 氣 氣 氣 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。 。

"The son -!"

"Crack! There are cracks! The enchantment is going to break!"

"A Niang - A Niang -"

The porridge porridge was panicked, and some relatives cried and hugged to make a group. The lonely ones s.h.i.+vered in the corner.

Chu Yin silver teeth bite, eyes like a torch, but do not want to give up easily. Difficult to glue, there is a light s.h.i.+ning around the side. He looked at his eyes, seeing the burning of the ink and the late night of Chu, and the golden light and the red source of light continued to rush to merge with him, and once again sealed the enchantment.

There was a violent violent drink in the sky.

The ghost eyes have disappeared.

The three fell on the ground, and the stinky blood in the sky continued for a while before slowly returning to transparent rain.

Chu Yu was pale and greeted the two people in the ink: "Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome." The ink swayed and waved. "You take a quick break, your face is so ugly."

Chu Hao nodded, he did have consumed a lot of mana, so the ink burned him to rest under the gallery. The people who were shocked were very grateful to see that Chu Gongzi had replenished the gaps and saved them in the fire. They have been surrounded by people who have handed over water.

Someone said: "Chu Gongzi, your clothes are soaked, go to the fire and roast it."

Chu Yu had thanked them one by one, but because of the exhaustion, they really did not want to move any more, they refused the invitation of the other party. Those people were not discouraged. They simply took some pine branches and raised a fire pit beside Chu.

The surrounding area gradually calmed down, leaving only the sound of bursting between the fire. Suddenly the city people asked him: "The son, we are so well-planned, how can we still be seen by the ghost king? Hey, how is this good?"

"Yeah yeah."

"How do you know that we have to move? The son clearly said that this ghost can't distinguish between the deaf and the living. What is going on... will it be..." The voice of the speaker gradually fades and turns And stealing a sneak peek at it. Obviously I want to say if Chu is wrong, is it not clear?

This look was stunned by the white guards of the Taishou House. Someone immediately screamed and angered: "What do you think! There must be a lack of wind in the population, and the ghost king knows!"

The man shouted: "Who will go to the ghosts and leak the wind? There will be no benefit..." But the people around him are glaring at him, and they are no longer swearing.

Silent for a while, someone asked:

"The son, the old man will not be willing to give up, what should we do next?"

Chu Yu was very tired and didn't blink, but he still said in a warm voice: "It's good to stay through the sky. After dawn, you can go out of the city and you can't do it in the daytime."

"But we are so many people, there are old and young, and some have been injured. Can we get Putuo Mountain in one day?"

Chu Yuwen said: "Don't worry, let's rest. You just have to hurry the way tomorrow, I have to think about it."

All the time, the sons have been protecting them. Since he said so, everyone has promised to do so. There are children who come over and hold a small piece of hemp sugar to eat. Chu Yu shallowly opened his eyes, smiled and touched his hair, was about to say something, suddenly a guard panicked and ran over, shouting: "The son! The son is not good!"

"what happened?"

"Little son, little son - Xiaoman - outside the Chenghuang Temple -" The man was greatly stimulated, but he could not say a whole sentence. I burst into tears.

Chu Yu suddenly got up, and the original **** color disappeared, and ran toward the heavy rain.