Cub's father is not human

The fine lines and light white flowing lines on the meniscus flakes slowly change, revealing a bit of crystal under the sunlight.

Yin Li paused, looking at the tiny light blue flowers blooming around him.

This is Yin Changran's tomb, now surrounded by flowers, elegant and clean.

Yin Li sniffled.

Unfortunately, Han Shuo and his father.

Around the back of the tomb is a dense forest, seen from a height, it is impenetrable and stretches all the way to the high mountain.

All living things in Yinshan are closely related to offering sacrifices to mountain spirits, but Yinli thought about it, he seems to have never seen or heard of tigers and lions in this kind of place.

After all, offering sacrifices to mountain spirits already existed extraordinarily.

Walking into the dense forest, the thick leaves of the tall trees cover the sunlight, and the light white flowing lines on the meniscus pendant become less obvious.

"What is that?" Yin Li noticed that there seemed to be something hanging on the tree in the woods far away. When he walked a little closer, it was red silk, torn into thin strips and tied between the branches, and the number was ten percent. many.

The red cloth strips are slightly blown by the wind, and the trees are fluttering, a bit like the common wishing trees in the human world. People write their wishes on them and hang them on the trees, sometimes with bells on them. When Yin leaves the scenic spot to travel I have seen this kind of tree beaming.

Yin Li smiled and said to himself, "Could it be that Yin Shan is also popular with these things?"

However, the trees on Yinshan Mountain are so tall that they can block out the sky and block out the sun.Unlike the wishing tree, which is low and located in a clear place, it always feels a little inexplicably cool here.

Yin Li wanted to turn around and leave, but his heart suddenly ached.

He tore off the collar and found that the chest was slightly darkened.

But the pendant, which was originally warm, now became faintly cold.

It's not right here.

Yin Li frowned and rubbed his heart, hoping it wouldn't hurt too much.

While looking up, Yin Li was surprised to see a person lying on the ground not far away, who was more likely to be a mountain spirit.

Yin Li blinked.

Not yet.

The one lying on the ground was wearing the plain white robe that is often seen in offering sacrifices to mountain spirits, with his back facing him, lying curled up on the ground, covered with weeds and dead leaves, very dirty.

"Hey, you", Yin Li swallowed, he is not timid, he is not afraid of ghosts at all, but if it is the body of the dead mountain spirit, he will still feel very uncomfortable.

Yin Li slowly tentatively walked into the depths of the dense forest where red cloth strips were flying.

Fan Lang and Sheng Xia squatted by the spring to wash their hands, the area covered by their formations became larger and larger, and the things to do became more numerous and troublesome.

Sheng Xia sat on the rock to rest, her face was pale, but she lost a lot of weight.

He licked his lips, "Bleeding like this, I will be anemic sooner or later, I really want to pack milk"

Sheng Xia's spell is blood sacrifice, and the cinnabar used to write on the formation has mixed a lot of his blood.

Fan Lang patted him on the shoulder, "Thank you for your hard work. When I get back, I will ask my mother to cook soup for you."

"It's almost there."

He turned his head and looked at the huge red cloth on the ground, "As long as it is a spiritual source mixed with evil spirits, as long as it enters the formation, it will be burned beyond recognition after all."

He smiled wryly, "I haven't done such a thing before."

Let the living mountain spirits be burnt to a bloody mess.

The ones he caught and killed were all evil spirits. To him, during the few years he had known Yin Li, offering sacrifices to mountain spirits was no different to ordinary people.

But now this formation is equivalent to a living murder.

It was also hard for Fan Lang, not to mention offering sacrifices to the spirit of the mountain.

The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and a whining sound could be heard in my ears.

There is some bad smell in the air.

The fallen leaves under his feet made a small sound, and Yin Li slowly squatted down, approaching the lying Jishanling.

He stretched out his hand and hesitated for a long time, and touched it lightly, and the mountain sacrifice spirit on the ground turned over, revealing a charred face that was beyond recognition.

Ah!

Yin Li's heart constricted suddenly, and the pain started to hurt violently, like a burning fire, the pain rolling in his heart.

"hiss"

He stepped back a little, sat on the wet dead leaves, endured the fear in his heart, and turned his gaze to the mountain spirit on the ground.

The meniscus pendant in his hand was as cold as ice.

The scorching heat in his heart became more and more intense, hitting him like a whirlpool, and after a while, his head was covered with sweat.

The wail in the wind grew louder.

The red cloth strips tied to the tree fluttered more and more violently in the wind.

"Hmm—" He was almost lying on the ground, gasping for breath.

There was the sound of dead leaves being crushed in his ears, and he came closer and closer to him.

After waiting for a long time, Yin Li saw a pair of muddy and dirty shoes when his eyes turned black.

He raised his head with difficulty, shocked by the scene in front of him.

He had never seen a person burned like this.

Scorched blood flowed from the big hole in his face, his face distorted.

What was even more frightening was that he was still alive, and Yin Li could almost see a sinister smile on that unrecognizable face.

Cheng Yan——

The military uniform on his body was already in tatters, and Cheng Yan's huge body slowly squatted down, his movements were strange and slow.

cluck cluck haha——

Laughter rang out in Yin Li's ears.

Yin Xin's mouth was in severe pain, and his lower lip was changed beyond recognition.

Cheng Yan took out a dagger from the body of the dead Jishanling with his hand that was almost left with bones, and slit Yin Li's clothes with one knife at a time.

"what you up to"

Cheng Yan's voice came out from the rotten flesh, "Giggle——"

Yin Li convulsed in pain, and Cheng Yan turned his body over, facing up, watching his horrified face and movements.

A sound of breaking wind hit Cheng Yan's shoulder, penetrated Cheng Yan's shoulder, and drove him away a little with stamina.

"Yin Li!"

Fan Lang held a wooden bow and arrow in his hand, and ran towards this side desperately.

After setting up the formation, when they returned, they found that Yin Li had disappeared.

There was no trace of a fight, and it was Yin Li who walked out by himself.

A group of people took the tools for offering sacrifices to the mountain spirit and immediately dispersed to search.

As soon as Fan Lang walked into the dense forest, he saw Yin Li collapsed in the burning soul formation.

Cheng Yan picked up the dagger and put it against Yin Xin's mouth, and smiled strangely at Fan Lang.

Fan Lang's footsteps stopped suddenly.

"A Li, A Li, it's okay, don't be afraid," Fan Lang stared at Cheng Yan.

Yin Li pressed his chest, his face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

Fan Lang stared at Cheng Yan closely.

Yin Li's body trembled violently, the chest that was cut by the clothes was almost completely covered with black, and there were more and more scorching burning places in his body, getting bigger and bigger.

Yin Li shook suddenly and pushed Cheng Yan hard.

Fan Lang strode up, hugged Yin Li and turned around to block him.

With a puffing sound behind him, the dagger stabbed into Fan Lang's shoulder.

Fan Lang pushed Yin Li away a little, and started fighting with Cheng Yan.

He used the bow and arrow in his hand as a weapon to block Cheng Yan's knife. Cheng Yan's body was withered and his movements were a little slow, but everything touched by his withered hands would be burned.

The stench in the dense forest is getting worse and worse, and the wind is getting louder.

It didn't take much effort, and it was all dark.

Yin Li was sitting by the side of a tree, his eyes could hardly see a person and a ghost clearly, and he could only hear Cheng Yan's weird giggling.

Someone quickly ran towards this side.

Yin Xingzhi whispered, "I will take you out of the Burning Soul Formation, your spiritual source has evil spirits, it will be very uncomfortable to stay here"

Yin Li pushed, "Go...help him"

"Okay, I'll take you back first."

Yin Xingzhi lowered his head and wanted to hug him, when suddenly there was a violent explosion in his ears.

In the distance, the surging flames almost illuminated half of the sky.

Yin Xingzhi's face paled fiercely, and his body trembled violently in the darkness.

The place that caught fire was the wooden house where they stayed.

The stench on the wind grew stronger.

Yin Xingzhi could only take Yin Li away from the Burning Soul Formation, and when he left the formation, Yin Xingzhi smeared himself and wanted to stand up, when he suddenly felt a severe blow to the head.

He squatted on the ground suddenly, a rush of hot blood flowed into his neck and into his clothes from the back of his head.

The stench clung to his body, and Yin Xingzhi couldn't stand still in pain, gasping for breath.

Cheng Yan let out a giggle, and Fan Lang stepped out of the formation, covered in blood.

In the dense forest, only the outline of the opening can be seen clearly through the light of the falling stars.

His hands were covered with blood, and the wooden arrow in his hand was also broken. He stabbed it hard from behind Cheng Yan with the exposed wooden thorns, and half of his palm was buried in Cheng Yan's corrupt flesh and blood.

The physical injury had almost no effect on Cheng Yan, Cheng Yan smiled strangely, and stretched out his withered hand to grab Yin Li.

Yin Xingzhi released countless spiritual sources from his hands, and this place was shining brightly.

He hugged Cheng Yan desperately, clinging to Cheng Yan with his whole body, and shouted anxiously, "Take Yin Li away first, don't go back to the wooden house!"

Fan Lang was gasping for breath, blood flowed from many places on his body, "No way"

After they left, Cheng Yan would not let him go.

Cheng Yan has lost his reason and doesn't care who he is at all.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

Yin Xingzhi's body emits countless spiritual sources, which are clear and bright, almost dazzling.

He hugged Cheng Yan tightly, put his head on Cheng Yan's shoulder, and cried.

Don't do this, okay?

Sung Yeon, don't become like this.

It's all because of my obsession that you became like this.

I don't want you to live.

I accompany you.

Let go, I don't want you to live.

Yin Xingzhi's body began to become transparent, and the release of a large number of spiritual sources made him weak.

Fan Lang squatted beside Yin Li, trying to separate the two of them.

If they don't separate, Yin Xingzhi will already be attacked by evil spirits, his body will be occupied, and his spiritual source will be exhausted.

"A Li, I will take you away, don't be afraid." He comforted him and touched his face. Fan Lang's hands were wet, and blood dripped down Yin Li's body from his wrists.

"I'm not afraid, we'll die together." Yin Li said softly, grabbing Fan Lang's hand.

Incomparably firm and stubborn in the dark.

I don't want you dead, I'm still alive.

The tears on Yin Li's face were left wantonly, and Fan Lang's blood dripped on the pendant on Yin Li's body.

One drop, one drop combined.

blood and tears.

Yin Xingzhi closed his eyes, tears fell on Cheng Yan's shoulders.

He murmured weakly in his ear.

I love you, you know what.

It started when you called me little wolf cub.

Since you took me to the infirmary to see a doctor.

Accompany me to stand in the military posture late at night, that night began.

Yin Xingzhi's spiritual source fell on the meniscus pendant.

Blood and tears.

The meniscus pendant absorbs everything like a cloth into the cool flakes of stone.

From cold to warm to scorching hot.

Layers of texture emerged on the stone flakes, and more and more white lines flowed.

For a moment, the meniscus flakes burst into intense light.

Light green, very warm and full of energy.

The entire sky is almost illuminated, as if it were daytime.

The flames in the sky were suppressed, and countless spiritual sources rushed towards the direction of the meniscus pendant.

More and more, more and more intense, more and more full of power.

boom--

boom-

boom boom-

It began to rain, and the rain was as warm as silk.

In the dimness, the light gradually disappeared.

As for Yinshan, which was originally gloomy and dense, the clouds dispersed.

There was no one there.

Only the quiet rain gently cleans the green and hazy boundary of Yinshan.