Bone

Fearing that the ghosts around would listen to his words, Qin Nianjiu dragged the silent Tan Fengyue and walked for a long time, before finding a secluded place, threw his hands away, and lowered his voice, saying: "...Could it be her!"

"A man in red is looking for someone, and a man in red is waiting for someone—how can there be such a coincidence?" He tilted his head slightly, turning the black umbrella in his hand once and for all, "The ghost brother said, 'nearly 60 years', you are also a memory lost 52 years ago, and the time is almost right..."

"Besides, didn't you say that you must be a beauty if you never forget it? That palace is not vain, like flowers and snow, and it's closed." He raised his eyebrows slightly, and clicked his tongue lightly, "I said that the beauty from ancient times How unlucky, hey, I'm still a 'wujue' who doesn't know he's dead! One is dead, the other has no memory...I said, Patriarch, don't you owe some kind of love debt?"

For some reason, he originally wanted to tease this old ancestor, but when he said the words, he felt a little inexplicable in his heart, as if his chest was being blocked by clouds, which made him cough lightly in a strange way.

In retrospect, this ancestor was planning to kill him when he saw him for the first time, but he learned to hold back when he saw the weird Gong Buwang, and even said in a high-sounding tone that "the other party is unpredictable and can't act recklessly"... inexplicable Frustrated with thinking about himself, he took the umbrella handle and talked about Fengyue, "Why don't you talk, don't tell me you have also been restrained?"

Could it be that he just found someone, so he lost his soul!

In fact, this is really wronged Tan Fengyue.If it weren't for the fact that this ghost is always soft-hearted, and with his heart, he might have broken Nagong's identity as "unconscious" early on, and then slaughtered all the dead souls and left the city. Even the silence now is nothing but innocence. He was just thinking about how possible what he said was possible.

"It's indeed possible." Tan Fengyue lowered her eyes and pondered, before she said after a while, "But if it's really her, why didn't she respond at all when she saw me?"

"...It's not unreasonable." Qin Nianjiu found an old tree with lush branches nearby, put away his umbrella and leaned under the tree, "'Wujue' is still a ghost to put it bluntly. Maybe I’m waiting for someone.”

He was still thinking about Fengyue, and wanted to tease him a few more words, but his lips only moved slightly, and then closed again, a rare moment of silence.The reason why this ancestor insisted on walking with him was nothing more than to find more clues related to his past, and to find the man in red who appeared in his illusion—now that he has been found, the future will be endless. Bone Road, I am afraid that he is the only one going forward.

Before, I always wanted to leave him as a "righteous person", but now that I really want to say goodbye, I feel strangely depressed.He lowered his head, repeatedly withdrawing and refilling the resentment attached to the black umbrella, using this to dissipate some of the restlessness in his heart, but saw that the ancestor walked over at some time, and tapped it with the silver fan. A note on the top of his head, "The soul is back!"

He was a little dissatisfied and said: "What are you thinking, I told you not to answer for a long time."

"...Ah?" Qin Nianjiu looked up at him in bewilderment, "...what did you say?"

"I said, it's probably not her that I'm looking for, and it's probably not me that she's waiting for." Tan Fengyue held on to the tail of her fan, and casually tapped her silver fan on her palm, "She was waiting for someone in the city, and she set up a wedding ceremony outside the city." Forming formations layer by layer, summoning souls, concentrating souls, and manifesting, can they wait for a living person?"

"..." That's right, I overlooked this point.Although the origin of this ancestor is unknown, he is really a lively and lively person, just this is not the right name.

Qin Nianjiu was still immersed in the mood of bitterness and sorrow, and asked him blankly, "...Then, what do we do now?"

This ghost was fine just now, why did it suddenly lose its soul?Tan Fengyue looked at him strangely, and then said: "I want to lift Sanjiu's restraint and find a way out of the city... There are many strange things in this city that cannot be separated from Na Gongbuwang, of course we still have to start with her, find out What the hell does this happen."

"Oh, oh...ok." Qin Nianjiu stood up hesitantly, almost hit Tan Fengyue's chin, and was about to go to the mountain top with his umbrella.

...What's going on?Tan Fengyue narrowly avoided this reckless ghost, and grabbed him backhand, "...Where are you going?"

But the ghost asked back with puzzled eyes, "Didn't you go to find Gong Buwang?"

"..."

The restraint should have no effect on him, Tan Fengyue restrained Qin Nianjiu's two arms with one hand, and pressed his forehead with the other hand - the soul is still intact, and the brain has not been burned out... Could it be that he didn't have enough rest?He let go of Qin Nianjiu, "I didn't say to go now. I'll go back to the yard to rest first."

Qin Nianjiu dragged him when he came, and he dragged Qin Nianjiu when he returned. It's really retaliation.

Tan Fengyue was patient and cold-faced, and exhausted 12 points of patience before dragging the distraught ghost all the way back to the room, and called Sanjiu to come over and look at him, while she flicked her sleeves and went back to the room went.

It was evening, and the wind tore up the flowing clouds and stuck them to the sky. They were burned by the fiery red sunset, shining a purple glow all over the sky, reflecting the glazed glass in the city, and the illusion was blurred.

The sunset was dismantled into countless color blocks by the different-colored glass windows, casting a multicolored fragmented shadow in the room, but Tan Fengyue had no time to appreciate it. She just sat at the table with her brows slightly closed and her eyes closed, mobilizing her spiritual energy to mend the morning sun. The soul that was injured by the battle formation some time.

He is used to holding a cold face, although he said that he is fine, and his complexion is not abnormal after a day, but in fact, his soul is still broken by the formation, although it is not a serious problem, he can't leave it alone— —Thinking that he just took something out of Lingxian Temple without asking himself, so he would have to suffer this kind of hardship. Those bandits and bandits might not even be able to see the shadow of the city ghost, so they all had their souls cracked.

Since you want to replenish your soul, you should search for your own soul.Strains of blue spiritual power slowly passed along the meridians, penetrated into the soul, and filled up the cracks one by one. It seemed that thousands of insects and ants were gnawing at his insides. Tan Fengyue frowned and endured it. The blank mind suddenly exploded, and all kinds of noisy voices rushed in, mixing together in his mind.

--"Why!"

...was it his own voice?Who is he calling?

——"The number and theory of 'six is ​​auspicious, eight is wealth' is well known, but do you know why? You don't know! Come on, just smile and I'll tell you."

...Why would he speak in such a frivolous tone?

——"Cough, it's okay if you don't laugh... Let me tell you, this is because the longevity turtle has four legs at one head and one tail, which is considered auspicious. How many legs does the happy spider have? Eight! , isn’t it just wealth?”

... What the hell is he talking about?

——"Wow, you don't even laugh like this? Let's save face—sixth is auspicious, eighth is wealth, then guess again, what is 'nine'?"

……

The noise in her head disappeared suddenly, Tan Fengyue stood up abruptly, but lost all strength for a moment, and smashed the glass cups on the table to the ground.

He stabilized his body and put his hand on his forehead in a daze, as if he didn't want to believe that the loud and absurd words just came from his own mouth.

He heard the wooden door being pushed open again, it was Qin Nianjiu who rushed over after hearing the sound.

Qin Nianjiu held the black umbrella in his hand as if facing a formidable enemy, and after confirming that there was no one else in the room, he said vigilantly: "What happened?!"

He went back to the room earlier and felt melancholy for a while, then he came to his senses and returned to his lively appearance. He grabbed the wood and played around for a while, and then tried to help him lift the restraint. He couldn't try it out, he was having a headache, so he heard a dingling in Fengyue room, and he said what happened, so he hurried over.

"...It's nothing." Tan Fengyue pressed her forehead, desperately refusing to believe that she was the one who said that, "I missed the moment and knocked over the cup."

This ancestor has always been steady, how could he be so careless?Qin Nianjiu looked at him suspiciously, "Are you all right?"

Tan Fengyue drove a gust of wind to sweep up the glass shards on the ground, and looked at him calmly, "Why, Tianzun is expecting something to happen to me?"

"...How dare you!"

Seeing that he really didn't seem to be in trouble, Qin Nianjiu was relieved, and then he heard him suddenly asking without end: "In mathematics, the sixth is auspicious, and the eighth is wealth, why?"

"Ah?" Qin Nianjiu looked blank, "How would I know...because it's written in the book?"

Hong Yi couldn't match her, and she couldn't answer the question. It seemed that this ghost had nothing to do with him... Tan Fengyue once again dispelled the doubts in her heart, but she felt an inexplicable disappointment for no reason.

I think it has been 52 years since he became conscious, and he was looking for it aimlessly, not knowing where, who to look for, and why he was looking for it——

He lowered his eyes slightly, blocking the silent exhaustion in his eyes.There was no sound in the room for a while, only a little bit of faint blue aura fluttering in disorder.

What exactly is going on?Qin Nianjiu saw that his expression was inexplicable, and he seemed unwilling to talk to himself, so he had no choice but to stop asking, "Uh, fine. Since it's all right, then I would like to ask the ancestor to absorb this leaked spiritual power——"

He has a body of resentment, although it is harmless to be bathed in spiritual energy, he will inevitably feel a little panicked.

Tan Fengyue was distracted thinking about the matter just now, and subconsciously asked, "What spiritual power?"

"..." Thinking that this ancestor is not stupid, Qin Nianjiu raised his hand and waved in the air, and waved a lot of scattered blue light spots to Tan Fengyue, and said with a long tone: "Spiritual power--"

Tan Fengyue came back to her senses, frowned slightly, "This is not mine."

Qin Nianjiu almost wondered if this ancestor had been taken away by someone, so he rolled his eyes forcefully, "If it's not yours, is it mine? Who else in this city can have it besides you..."

His voice paused, "Gong Bu Wang!"

The sky is full of faint blue fluorescent dots, bathed in the red glow and the colorful light of the city, the closer to the mountain top, the denser it is, as if a pair of invisible slender hands lazily scattered the Milky Way and scattered the stars.

The closer to the top of the mountain, the floating light spots gradually became more regular, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes gathering and then scattered, connecting into strips of light in the air, and then scattered into one after another, the stars accumulated on the black umbrella held up by Qin Nianjiu On the ground, it seemed to be covered with a thin layer of snow.

The two chased after the light, took advantage of the luxuriant pine forest to hide their figures, held their breath and stood among the trees, looking at Gong Buwang who was practicing sword in the other courtyard from a distance.

——It is said that she is practicing "sword", but what she is holding in her hand and constantly changing her moves is the silver pipe.

She didn't wear the red dress she wore during the day, but changed into a thin red shirt, and she turned into red shadows with every move she danced.

The red shadow was agile and the silver light shone, which made Qin Nianjiu startled.

He followed closely the silver tobacco rod in Gong Buwang's hand, doubts piled up in his heart——

This texture, this streamer, is exactly the same as the silver spiritual fan held by the ancestor!

Overwhelmed with surprise, he took a very light breath, but heard a "swoosh", a thin blade made of spiritual light pierced through the wind and pierced through the tree trunk on his shoulder.

At the same time, Gong Buwang looked at their direction from a distance, and shouted coldly: "Who?!"