The villain has a white moonlight

Immediately, there were waves in the air, and the faint fragrance dissipated. Ji Wuxian sensed something was wrong, and stepped forward quickly, but in the bustling crowd, there was no trace of the Taoist or the woman.

The woman and Fu Mengsheng are not surrounded by the bustling scenery, and the night is filled with fog. The two are in front of a cemetery. The newly dug up soil is dark red like rust. The graves are clean and there is no weed. This place is all new graves However, the cemetery is surrounded by dead trees. The branches point to the night sky, like monsters showing their teeth and claws in the dark, or like the bony hands of a dying person trying to survive. There is a dilapidated house not far from the cemetery. Overgrown grass.

The signboard hanging in the house has the word "Chen's Mansion" on it, and there are mottled bloodstains left. The large bloodstains splashed on the lintel and threshold have the unique dark red color after the blood coagulates, which can be regarded as the only bright color in this lifeless gray. , but the message of death was conveyed silently. Occasionally, two swan birds chirped in the silent night, breaking the ominous tranquility, but it exuded strangeness.

"Daoist, the Shen residence is here." The woman smiled sweetly, and turned her head to look at the people around her, "Go knock on the door and have a look, there will be a surprise."

"Although Daozi is blind, he also knows that this is not Shen's residence." Fu Mengsheng looked calm, held the mirror and walked towards the house, and when he reached the closed gate, he knocked on the knocker.

Painful screams, howls, and bang bang bang slapping on the door came from the house in a hurry and desperately, like a tide sweeping in, the eyes closed in a dream, and a miserable scene appeared in front of my eyes like a picture. , the huge mansion was in chaos, and the dozens of people trapped in the mansion were unable to survive. There was a woman walking in the middle of it, with long hair flying, and lightly twisting the handle of the umbrella, but it burst out with a strong murderous aura, and the blood cherry blossoms on the white umbrella Blooming, the crescent moon hanging on the treetops was splashed with a layer of terrible red.

Fu Mengsheng closed his eyes tightly, and the hand holding the door knocker trembled slightly. The despair and helplessness of the dozens of people before death was pressed down heavily. A drop of blood and tears fell from the corner of his eye, and then a pair of hands came from behind and pulled him away. open with a slight click.

"Master Dao, I just let you have a look," the woman let go of her hand and sighed, "This rich gentleman's surname is Chen, because he received a cherry blossom post and announced to the outside world that the man and woman had broken off their engagement and the marriage was cancelled, but in fact they held a secret worship ceremony. Li, after the Blood Umbrella girl found out, the Chen family was brutally wiped out, and all the people in the clan died violently, the hostility was very strong, if you want to appease and purify by force, you will die."

"It should be the responsibility of the immortal sects everywhere to transcend the souls of the dead." Fu Mengsheng frowned slightly.

"But this mansion was killed by the Blood Umbrella Girl, and the blood was collected in the umbrella. The lack of soul and soul cannot be transcended, and the corpses are all good materials for the ghost market to refine into murderous corpses with secret techniques," the woman said. He said, "Master Shen burned the corpses of those who died so violently and buried them in the cemetery over there, and the ghosts were sealed in this house to prevent them from making trouble."

"Tragedies cannot be repeated."

"Ah, I thought that if the Taoist leader saw what the Blood Umbrella Girl can do, you would retreat in spite of the difficulties."

"No."

The woman raised her eyebrows, and flicked her wide sleeves, two sharp thin blades protruded from the sleeves, like silver snakes spitting out letters, and pierced Fu Mengsheng's neck and chest.

But Fu Mengsheng seemed to have noticed it long ago, and sighed softly: "It's helpless!" With a flick of the whisk, he stepped back sideways to avoid the attack perfectly, and swipe across the void, the silver thread hanging from the vast night sky was touched by the golden leaf between his fingers. And show up.

At the same time, white paper butterflies pierced through the night and broke through the wind. The woman's attack was blocked, and she let go with both blades. Several paper butterflies whizzed and hit her heart and knees, and immediately knelt down, clutching her heart. Panting, the paper butterflies surging out from behind also fell off one after another. Although the woman was seriously injured, the wound did not bleed, only the silver silk thread tied to the wrist and knee was scattered all over the ground.

"The Taoist...has already discovered it."

"Young lady is a puppet carved from peach wood." Fu Mengsheng spoke softly, "Although she is trying to kill, but her heart is not firm, the young lady is in trouble."

"I'm Taohua, the ghost city killer," the woman lowered her head, looking at the big hole in her heart, "I don't really want to kill you, but I can't..."

Fu Meng shook her head: "Girls are not like killers."

"This is my first mission." Taohua looked at the two daggers and said sadly.

"You are not suitable," Fu Mengsheng's eyes showed a trace of pity: "The nature of wood spirits is mostly kind."

"But as a puppet, naturally, it has no right to act independently."

The woman clutched her heart, stood up staggeringly, her body creaked and gasped slightly, as if she still wanted to say something.

Fu Mengsheng stepped forward to give him a hand.

"Your spiritual consciousness... is about to dissipate." The Taoist said softly.

"It's okay, I didn't intend to live in this world." Taohua smiled meaninglessly, "I'm sorry, I used you to kill myself. Instead of living as a puppet and doing things I don't like, it's better to return to the dead."

The hanging silk puppet controlled by the silk pulling Gu, every frown, smile, and every move is controlled by the thread puller, and cannot be broken by itself, but if the thread is cut off by external force, gaining freedom means losing vitality at the same time.

"What is the girl's unfulfilled wish?"

"I want to go back to Gusu," the woman said with a smile, "I used to be a peach blossom tree in the garden of Gusu Lan's burning catalpa. I grew up watching the two sons. The son seems to be."

When Fu Mengsheng heard the words, there was a slight tear in his eyes, and then he said with a smile: "Before the girl, there were also people who misidentified Daozi."

"Is it the master of those paper spirits?"

"Ah."

"Being able to break into the Fragrant Banquet Formation and cut off the silk-drawing Gu with one blow, the person who secretly protects the Taoist priest can be extraordinary," Tao Hua smiled slightly, "Thank him for me, so that I can regain my freedom."

"Daozi will convey the message for the girl."

"Don't go to Shen's mansion, Blood Umbrella Princess..." The woman's face was also changing, like a brown old tree with brown cracks, her voice gradually became hoarse, "She is a qualified killer, very... dangerous."

"Young lady expended spiritual power to bring Daozi here, that's why." Fu Mengsheng said in a sad tone.

"Well, as long as you don't make it to the wedding banquet... that's fine." Tao Hua smiled slightly, her eyes gradually became slack, and her expression was peaceful and calm.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yeah, my time... has run out." As soon as the words fell, the woman had turned into a peach tree branch with three or two small pink flowers, and fell to the ground at the same time as the fragments of the dust-observing mirror.

Fu Mengsheng possessed himself, picked up the peach blossom branches and fragments, turned slightly sideways, and called in a low voice: "Friend?"

The cold wind howled, the dead leaves were flying, no one answered, no one stepped forward.

Fu Mengsheng sighed softly, put the peach blossom branches into his sleeves, and rushed to Yuzhou City.

Hiding behind a dead tree, the young man in red, dressed in thin frost, stepped up the mossy steps, glanced at the door with mottled blood, closed his eyes and raised his hand to knock the door knocker. It came surging like a tide, like a monk crying and crying for no reason, but a person who cultivates the ghost way can understand the inner meaning.

"Ghost head, Yin Ming ghost head, is that you?!"

"It's so painful! We're so miserable!"

"We died in extreme pain, and we still can't get rid of it!"

"Hate it! I hate it so much!"

"Ghost head, let us out! I'm going to kill that bitch!"

"There's also Mrs. Shen, who must be buried with her! The pain of being frustrated!"

"Why did we suffer such a disaster! Damn it, everyone who is alive deserves to die!"

Shen slammed the trapped spirit array that had been set up with great strength, and the visitors could easily break through it. Those resentful souls slammed on the door frantically as if seeing hope, impatiently wanting to rush out, but they were caught by the vicissitudes of life. The gate and the broken wall are blocked, and it is impossible to escape.

Ji Wuxian opened his eyes, his golden pupils were shining brightly in the night, he bit his fingers and quickly painted the mantras with blood on several yellow talismans, and with a wave of his hand, the talisman papers flew into the house like an arrow leaving the string, Pasted on the beams and pillars in the four directions, the cries of the ghosts in the house disappeared, and the manic state was completely suppressed.

"I will destroy that umbrella and let you free as soon as possible," Ji Wuxian leaned against the door and whispered, "Before that, don't make trouble."

The hustle and bustle in the house finally calmed down completely.

When the Gusu Lan family was exterminated, he still couldn't hear the voices of those undead. I wonder if they also carried such resentment?

Ji Wuxian looked up, the dark blue sky was full of stars, he took a deep breath, calmed down, and went to chase after Fu Mengsheng.

This place is on the outskirts of Yuzhou, Fu Mengsheng is going to Shen's mansion, or he will have to travel day and night to catch up with the wedding banquet.

After all, the Shen family of Yuzhou is guarding one side of the fairy gate. After receiving the cherry blossom invitation, the wedding was still held as scheduled. The Gaomen mansion was decorated with lights and festoons, and there were quite a few guests. Amidst the melodious sound of horns, suona, gongs and drums, there were also lively firecrackers. The bride and groom dressed in auspicious clothes came hand in hand, and went to the high hall of their parents amidst the sound of blessings from all the seats, and will perform the ceremony of worshiping heaven and earth.

"It's so cold..." The sudden chill was an ominous sign. Someone whispered during the banquet. At the same time, a thin layer of ice was instantly formed on the lake facing the banquet, and the fish below the ice layer swam restlessly. Swim away, banging against the suddenly frozen ice.

A faint fragrance came, with a bitter fragrance, the wind blew by, a faint smell of blood wafted in the air, mixed with the fragrance of cherry blossoms, everyone at the banquet felt a twinge in their hearts, knowing that the person who placed the cherry blossom post had arrived.

"Blood...Blood Umbrella Girl!" Someone said the name in a trembling voice.

"Heh." A woman chuckled and read out a haiku slowly: "If you lift the bell and light the lamp, why don't you open the dark curtain, the autumn flowers are hazy and the moonlit night, a good time is unparalleled in the world."

The Patriarch of the Shen family, Shen Ling, got up and hurriedly walked off the high platform, protecting the bride and groom behind him, and shouted: "Guards, where are the guards?!"

The night fog rising from the ground was even thicker, and the cold air was as piercing as needles. The highly tense nerves of the guests during the banquet and their rapid breathing made the whole scene fall into a certain kind of stiff atmosphere.

"Those trash on the outside have long been dead." The woman who walked out of the dark night with an umbrella was slim, dressed in a white background with scarlet cherry pattern twelve singles, with the unique Japanese hair style of Japan, and stepped on wooden clogs, da, da, Da, knocking out elegant notes in the silent night, holding the paulownia umbrella handle with slender fingers and leaning on the fragrant shoulders, the double cherry blossoms painted on the white umbrella surface are in full bloom, and the cherry blossoms can bloom beautifully and coquettishly, which makes people feel happy. Those who saw it were terrified, and the blood of the dead was tainted, "As for you, the white cherry is red, and your life should also end."

The handle of the umbrella was lifted slightly, and under the umbrella was a young and beautiful face with delicate makeup, the tails of the eyes were lightly raised, and there was a slanting red on the temples.

"Witch girl, where do you think this is? How dare you be so arrogant!" Shen Ling shouted angrily.

"If you have the ability, stop me." The Blood Umbrella Girl smiled slightly, and threw the bloody thing in her hand towards the opponent. Shen Ling subconsciously retreated to avoid it, and stopped only to realize that it was her own deputy who was guarding the outside. Head of the door master!