It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

With him behind him, Qiao Jin felt at ease. After all, there was nothing that would hurt anyone. He didn't run as hard as he could.

Liang Yueyang raised his hand to pull up the barrier, but it was useless as he expected, he simply turned around and chased after him, acting as a human barrier, and raised his hand to block it, the people in front pushed him, he resisted the urge to kick.

As soon as Liu Guang touched the air outside the cave, he quickly withdrew as if frightened.

"It's like air." Qiao Jin put He Ziyue down carefully, "Are you okay?"

That still runs so slow.Liang Yueyang shifted his gaze to He Ziyue, and his eyes dimmed.

Yun Mao whispered: "You seem to..."

"Finally." He Ziyue smiled weakly, still showing her usual mischievousness, with her palm facing Liang Yueyang, "It doesn't matter if it hurts or not."

Liang Yueyang squatted down slowly, with a solemn expression, and stretched out his palm piously to touch her thin palm.

"What will happen to her?" Jokin asked softly.

Yun Mao hesitated: "I don't know, but the merit board is not something to save people."

Dazzling light burst out from the palms of the two, and the light spread quickly, almost drowning the vision.

Liang Yueyang opened his eyes, looking at everything in front of him calmly.He Ziyue's hairband was scattered, she closed her eyes tightly in pain, and only let out some low-pitched groans.

And the source of her pain was another mass rolling inside her body, which struggled desperately to twist and gouged a hole in the body of the spirit body.

Liang Yueyang didn't move.If that thing breaks away, maybe He Ziyue still has a glimmer of life, but... what are the chances?

"I feel very energetic." He Ziyue opened her beautiful eyes in a very bright place, with a golden light inside, "Although it hurts."

"You did a good job." Liang Yueyang blinked slowly, "The merit board didn't reject you."

He Ziyue's face was ugly but she smiled triumphantly: "I have taken care of the village very well, the houses are resting, the books are being taken care of, the flowers and plants are flourishing, and I have learned a lot from you, for example, I made a backpack... ..."

Listening quietly to all this, Liang Yueyang's fingers began to tremble, it was useless.

"I saw her memory..." He Ziyue was looking straight into the distance with tears in her eyes.

Qiao Jin covered his eyes, feeling that the light was starting to fade, and immediately let go of his hand, He Ziyue was like fine sand floating around him, fragmented.

"I've always wanted to raise a cat." He Ziyue gathered one last smile, squinted her eyes warmly at Yun Mao, and then dispersed in the air.

Where she left, lay a shadow.

"She just disappeared?" Qiao Jin stretched out his hand, looking at the sky melancholy but helplessly.

Liang Yueyang cast his eyes on the ground, "He Ziyue" slowly raised his cold cheeks: "If the name He Ziyue makes you feel uncomfortable, you can call me a saint."

"You use this method to avoid being hooked away by ghosts?" Liang Yueyang asked coldly.

"A dark prison for more than 300 years?" The saint stood up unsteadily, expressionless, "I don't want to."

Qiao Jin didn't know how to look at this ghost.

The saint stumbled and rushed straight to the cave.

Because they were not familiar with her, the three of them were silent for a moment and just followed behind quietly.

The streamer was like a bullet, passing through her body swiftly and fiercely. She was hit hard by the impacts again and again, but she just kept murmuring in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Dark blood still flowed from every wound, and after a while, the body was covered with wounds.

"What does she want to do?" Jokin asked puzzled, "This thing seems to want her to die."

"Is it looking for a corpse to resurrect?" Yun Mao turned his gaze to the master, but Liang Yueyang didn't say a word.

She walked to the coffin and looked at the corpse inside, tears dripping down the air, she grasped the arm of the corpse in despair: "You should have rotted a long time ago, why are you still so alive!"

Through the wall of the crystal coffin, the corpse inside shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I killed the entire village." The voice of the saint revealed unspeakable repentance, "How can I atone for my sins, what do you want me to do!"

"It really is her." Yun Mao was speechless, "She must have committed a felony, murdered and escaped."

The saint raised her eyes and looked at the three strangers in the distance: "She said that you are looking for the flowers of the other shore, and I know where they are."

Qiao Jin's expression changed: "Her?" He Ziyue.

"We shared memories unintentionally." The saint walked by them, "I just happened to have another agreement that I didn't keep."

"Aren't you going to stay on Huangquan Road?" Liang Yueyang looked at the bruised and bruised saintess. With this appearance, he might lose his soul in advance.

The saint gave a sad laugh, and took each step with firmness: "We are not qualified to walk that road."

This word we, it seems, includes the object of the agreement.

"What happened back then?" Qiao Jin pondered for a while, "Have you been destroyed?"

"I died before the city was broken." The saint clenched her fists, "and then, the city will be broken."

The Holy Maiden is the entire faith of a backward village. Even if she is unwilling in every possible way, she can only close her eyes with hatred. If she is willing, will it be like this?

Following her broken steps, we all walked to the well together.

The well didn't look very hidden, Yunmao directly blocked Qiao Jin's curious gaze: "Master has cleaned it."

"The bones of the whole village are here." The saint girl propped herself up on the well, her wound printed a black mark on the stone, and immediately jumped off after speaking.

Qiao Jin and Yun Mao looked at each other.Liang Yueyang took a breath, with a hint of reluctance flashing on the tip of his eyebrows, but he jumped without hesitation, and before he jumped, he said: "It's not very deep."

"You, or me?" Qiao Jin raised a finger with difficulty.

"Actually, I'm a cat. I'm soft and I'm not afraid." Yun Mao affirmed three times, but his face was still bitter.

Jokin rolled his eyes: "I'll do it."

He jumped with pride, but he still chose to pull the thick hemp rope of unknown age. It is conceivable that the hemp rope broke without any force.

He half-bent his hands and feet so that he could have a cushion when he landed, and he tensed his nerves, waiting to touch the solid ground.

A circular spot of light was cast from the narrow mouth of the well. Liang Yueyang stood in the center of the spot and raised his hand to catch Qiao Jin in the form of a "toad".

With one arm in front of his chest, the other on his knee... staggering and almost throwing it away.

Spots of light are very glaring at the bottom of a dark well.Qiao Jin maintained the posture of kneeling on these arms, and was dazed for a second.

Although one second is not long, it weighs a thousand catties... Thinking that the ground is full of mud, Liang Yueyang secretly gritted his teeth to hold on, but the one in his hand was still in a daze, and another body had already smashed in, so he hurriedly raised his leg.

Yun Mao's whole face fell on Liang Yueyang's lap, and before landing on the ground first, Qiao Jin reacted in an instant and jumped down hastily.

"It's all mud..." Yun Mao howled and raised his hands, which were all black.

Liang Yueyang exhaled softly, rubbed his shoulders, and chased after him without saying a word.

"Why are you so clean?" Yun Mao looked at Qiao Jin resentfully, seeing that he was covered in mud except for a clean piece of stomach.

Because my whole body was caught.Qiao Jin looked back earnestly: "Exercise more."

The saint is very weak and she can't walk fast.Down the well seems to be an undercurrent, and the water has never passed through.After walking for a while, the eyes opened up.There is some fragrance in the nose.

Liang Yueyang inhaled lightly twice in disbelief. How could there be a fragrance in this place where there are filth and filth and there may be corpses?

After turning a corner, the eyes suddenly opened up, with fresh air blowing in, and there were sporadic plants on the ground, and there were more and more plants as we walked.

"There is another world here." Qiao Jin sighed, and drew a road map in his heart. If they were on the ground, they should not be far from the coffin hole now.

The saint finally stopped. She looked at a grass in the distance, and something slowly shattered in her eyes: "That's it."

The three of them turned their attention to the ordinary plant, which was not eye-catching except that it was bigger.

She squatted in front of the flowers and plants, her dirty hands stuck to the leaves, and she lowered her head exhaustedly, her tone was sweet but sad: "Never mind, I'm here, are you still there?"

The strange wind blew, and the grass opened its tightly closed leaves, and the shape of the leaves changed drastically, gradually shrinking until nothingness, and then quickly sprouting flower buds, and with a soft "boo", they opened a flower that they are very familiar with. flowers.

"There are flowers but no leaves." Yun Mao murmured.

Qiaojin sighed in amazement: "Can it still be disguised like this? Even if it is placed in front of my eyes, I will never recognize it."

The coquettish shape exudes a light fragrance.

"Don't smell too much, it's poisonous." Liang Yueyang told Qiao Jin.

It's all in the air, how can you not smell a lot?Jokin blinked in bewilderment.

As the fragrance spread, a man's figure gradually appeared on the flower. He was dressed as a Confucian scholar, and Qiao Jin recognized him at a glance as the man holding He Ziyue to heal his wounds.

"Ziyue." The man slowly woke up from his ignorance, and he reached out to touch the saint's cheek in surprise, "I've been waiting for you for a long, long time."

"I'm not a hundred years of torment." The saint took a step back with tears in her eyes, and her neck and throat trembled: "The whole village was buried with us. Is this what you want?"

"I'm sorry." The man was stunned, and for a long while the words were useless, "I didn't expect this to happen."

"Another one who escaped." Yun Mao complained in a low voice, "They understand this very well."

The saint looked at him disappointedly, pointing to her own injuries with trembling hands: "It's irreparable, how much they hate, some of them didn't even escape their souls, what we did."

"I did it all, why do you take it!" Gao Zhen roared, looking at Liang Yueyang with red eyes, "Are they here to search?"