It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

"This flower from the other side..." Liang Yueyang looked at the bright red petals with surprise in his eyes.

"Who did you learn those things from?" The saint weakly grabbed Gao Zhen's arm, "Who taught you how to pray? The last task that needs to be completed."

When this is over, we can go together.

Gao Zhen hesitated, looking at the flower on the ground: "That's it."

Time precipitated hatred.The saint looked at it with a glance, and threw herself down to tear it.

"Sorry, I want this flower." Liang Yueyang stepped forward, his eyes were calm, but his tone was firm.

The saint took two steps back, acquiescing to this ownership.She gently pulled Gao Zhen's arm, although she didn't smile but her eyes were gentle: "Gao Zhen, we are still together, okay?"

"Okay..." Gao Zhen pursed his lips and smiled.

There was a slight sound of a sharp object entering the flesh.

The three of them looked together in panic, and saw the saint standing upright, with her arms piercing the high pillow's heart, and the nails on her hands were sharp and narrow.

"This is for the hundreds of subjects in my village." With tears in the eyes of the saint, she withdrew her hand fiercely.

Gao Zhen coughed slightly, leaned back against the wall, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed: "It should."

The saint looked at her lover, thrust her hand into her chest, and smiled slightly: "This is the spirit that prayed for hundreds of subjects. She is also called He Ziyue, but she is innocent, lively, lovely and kind."

Tears rolled down his cheeks continuously, and his cheeks trembled: "It's all me, I'm sorry."

"For 300 years, I have been in chaos, and the memory that has been deepened over and over again is only you." The saint smiled desperately, "But your sin is so deep."

The bodies of the two ghosts gradually faded away, and their whispers became less and less clear.

The flowers and plants around him instantly turned into silver light, densely enveloping the three of them.

"Hiss, why are you here again!" Qiao Jin snorted in pain, and there were many black spots on his body.

This time it was not an attack, but a gentle fusion, and even Liang Yueyang's hands were covered with layers of black spots.

"This is the last memory here." Yun Mao looked at the light in his hand, his eyes lit up, "Only hatred is left."

……

The village has run out of ammunition and food, there are no weapons and no food, and the saint He Ziyue, the saint of everyone's faith, died when she was exhausted to rob the resources for the last time...

Gao Zhen hugged the cold body, and numbly pressed his face against his lover's cheek.

Unless there is a miracle, the village will soon fall.

He insisted on keeping his lover's soul behind, and with the last ray of hope, he went door to door and told about a method of blood sacrifice-three times a day, bloodletting on the threshold to pray, praying for the life of the saint, and praying for the village to be free from war.

"I'll be waiting for you in the sea of ​​flowers in the backyard." Gao Zhen said without hope.

The hope in despair was beyond imagination, and at the last moment when the city was broken, "He Ziyue" was born.

With a wave of her hand, the village disappeared in the world.

And Gao Zhen, who took good care of He Ziyue's ghost, saw the innocent "He Ziyue". She didn't know her name, she only knew that she hid the village, and she was not the mature and stable person he was thinking of.

Even more terrifying things are happening, the blood sacrifice cannot be broken... If the broken person does not die, he will get sick, and if it is broken, the body will be weak, unable to farm, unable to grow, unable to reproduce, and then slowly hollowed out.

The people were powerless to end this endless cycle, and hatred began to permeate the small village.

People who feel that their lives are about to die will choose to throw themselves into the well, and then choose a fixed place to die there, and then even their souls will be imprisoned in the well.Their blood melted into the earth and raised a strange flower, but their souls were crushed. When the flowers bloomed, they scattered in the air. Together with He Ziyue, they guarded the village... like a curse.

When the blood supply runs low, soul shards scatter, the prayer ends...the village disappears.

……

The light in Liang Yueyang's eyes dimmed little by little, and he saw the last deserted scene in the village, while He Ziyue stood there with a bewildered expression, lonely and helpless.

"The prayers of a hundred people produced a spirit?" Qiaojin murmured, "The ancient sacrifices often have spirits."

Yun Mao answered, "Yes, there used to be a lot of spirits, good spirits and evil spirits are all determined by people."

"Is this considered an exchange?" Qiao Jin rubbed the back of his hand, which was as white as before, "I guess Gao Zhen doesn't know the price that needs to be paid in the end."

Liang Yueyang turned his gaze to the plants on the ground. Gao Zhen said that it was the one who said this method. His pupils constricted in an instant. The color of the Bianhua flowers was so bright that they swaggered at them, and they were not close to each other, but at this moment they were at Qiao Jin's feet. .

"Gold!" Liang Yueyang called out shortly, reaching out to grab Qiao Jin's arm.

In an instant, the pattern of Bianhua flowers appeared on Qiaojin's arm, as if he was guided by the one on the ground, pulling him towards the ground.

Hearing the exclamation, Yun Mao hurriedly grabbed his master's clothes.

The three of them felt an earth-shaking shaking in front of them, and their bodies rolled uncontrollably. With his extraordinary experience, Liang Yueyang pressed Qiao Jin into his arms, and actively made some fine adjustments to the rolling of his body.

After a while, everything was calm.

Yun Mao, who was thrown to the ground, couldn't keep his eyes fixed. He lay on the ground and still fainted, cursing: "Bad luck, bad luck."

Qiao Jin shook his head from Liang Yueyang's arms: "Mom, what's going on?"

"That flower turned out to be an entrance to the underworld." Liang Yueyang sighed, "We roll in through the entrance, so it's not easy to get out."

Yun Mao cried and said: "If you enter the entrance, you will be registered, and you may not be able to go back." When he was young, he came here once.

"It's so miserable?" Qiao Jin hurriedly looked around, but couldn't tell where they came in at all. He was anxious and felt his palms burning.

He flicked his hand out of thin air, and a Bianhua flower fell from his hand to the ground, and he flicked it again, another one.

"How can they not be parasitic if they are not parasitic?" Qiao Jin stared at the palm of his hand in surprise, "I couldn't even pull it out before."

"The task is to take you back to your hometown, and it's done now." Liang Yueyang looked around solemnly, and when the other side flowers came out, the suppressed yang energy on Qiao Jin raised his head loudly.

The sight is very desolate, the vast wilderness has few vegetation, only the freshly thrown Bianhua flowers are in good color, and some figures can be seen moving from a distance.

"Look for Yintuancao, hurry up." Liang Yueyang told Yun Mao that he had already buried himself in the search.