At first, just to avoid accidents affecting the sacrifice, Xia Ying observed the changes in the formation in the dark.

Then Feng Yan broke into the sight.

Sometimes she dived and jumped in the majestic demonic aura, shocked the clusters of birds, and sometimes she sat on the observation deck at the highest point of the prayer altar, humming a song softly.

He listened intently for a while, and probably heard a few words, "When you are walking alone, I wish to walk alone."

Xiaying stopped in the distance and looked at Feng Yan's hunting process. Between the strong demonic aura and murderous intent, she looked so comfortable and comfortable, as if this world was the place where she played. Feng Yan... was very different from Xiaying's previous imagination of "canary".

If this is Feng Yan, who was the one who was pitiful and waiting in the Lion Garden for a whole rainy night, and after a few years, he obeyed the elders in his family and killed Wei Xingzhen with his hands...who was it?

Xiaying was a little curious, so he decided to take a look.

One exhale and one inhale.

Xiaying frowned, his thoughts returned to the present moment, and then looked at Feng Yan beside him, and realized that she was also looking at her in silence.

For a moment, he seemed to have a lot of words to say, but the next moment, he lost all the desire to talk to him.

Now, from the conversation with Gu She and Feng Yan, he has learned everything - including Wei Xingzhen's rebirth.

In the past, he sometimes wondered how he spent the rest of his life in Wei Xingzhen's previous life and in the life when Liu Lang was a messenger, but at this moment, he wanted to know more if he would have the chance to start over in the next life.

Xia Ying's body began to shine.

He had lost control of all this, but from Feng Yan's sympathy, Xiaying probably understood that this time, he was really leaving.

"Can you... hold my hand?" he asked in a low voice.

Feng Yan hesitated a little, but she quickly grabbed his right hand that was placed beside her.

The moment he held his hands together, Xia Ying's body began to disappear, and the wind blew everything away from him, and Feng Yan's hands quickly became empty and nothing was left.

Feng Yan suddenly felt a little sore in her nose and her eyes suddenly became hot.

If Feng Dai is still there, she really wants to turn around and ask the old man again.

How could such a thing happen?

How could there be one thing that makes everyone suffer?

Good people suffer, bad people suffer; old people suffer, young people suffer.

Those who hold high positions are in a panic all day long, while the common people in all directions are directly trapped in a dangerous place where they are not worried about the day.

Feng Yan suddenly remembered that she had snuggled up to her aunt when she was young, and went up the mountain with the elderly to indulge in the peace of the family for the coming year.

In the evening drums and morning bells of the mountain temple, the purple smoke spreads all day long and never stops.

Under the temple, there were good men and women who kowtowed and prayed.

On the temple platform is a Bodhisattva with a low eyebrows and a angrily look on the Vajra.

The blue smoke on sunny days soared up in the chanting of scriptures, full of people's awe of gods... But which Bodhisattva and which Vajra really look down at the people of the world?

This idol created by people is like a broken paper umbrella opened in a storm. It is obvious that nothing can be stopped, but the traveler still holds it tightly, as if he can walk out of this storm that is covered with the sky.

Feng Yan turned around - the glass of wine left by Feng Dai was still on the empty tea table in the distance.

That was the "determination" of our predecessors.

...

In the hut, Du Xuanfeng slowly opened his eyes.

He felt like he had been sleeping for a hundred years, his hands and feet were soft, his head was dizzy, and the sound of rain outside the window was heard.

He sat up with his head in his hand.

"Tianshi!!" A scream of surprise came from behind. Without reacting, Du Huanfeng was held back from behind, grabbed his hand, and shook it hard.

"Tianshi! You're awake!!" Feng Yishu was extremely surprised and couldn't even speak clearly for a moment.

Du Huanfeng was already dizzy, and when Feng Yishu shook this, a string of Venus appeared in front of him, and there was a dry and itchy deep in his throat, which made him unable to breathe.

Feng Yishu quickly got up and poured water for Du Xuanfeng. After two or three mouthfuls of cold water, Du Xuanfeng finally recovered a little bit of consciousness.

He looked at Feng Yishu in front of him in a daze, then looked up at the surroundings.

When he first met this cottage, he felt unfamiliar with it, but soon he remembered why he came here.

Feng Yiwen, Jiaguheng, Hong and Sand, He Kui... Xiaying.

Yes, flawless.

Du Huanfeng's eyes suddenly lit up - he remembered it completely. When he was pretending to obey, Xiaying suddenly stretched out his right hand to him, and then he knew nothing.

“When is today?”

"The eighth day of the first lunar month."

"The eighth day, the eighth day..."

Du Huanfeng repeated the date in a low voice, but he couldn't say why. He felt relieved when he heard that the day was not on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

When he felt that the scene in front of him was no longer green, and the heavy shadows, Du Qiangfeng stood up and looked left and right - a young girl was sleeping on the bed on the left, and He Kui was sitting next to the tea table on the right, and he was wearing the dirty Taoist robe before...

Next to him, Feng Yishu looked at himself with bright eyes open and looked forward to him.

Du Qiangfeng frowned, "...How did you come here?"

"It's a long story," Feng Yishu replied, "It was just a coincidence that he was caught."

"Who is it?"

"Xiaying." Feng Yishu said quickly, "He went out earlier, so he kept me to see you and Ayu. There was a young man here, but since it started to rain blood outside, he was crazy and wanted to run out. I stopped him for a while but let him go out."

When Du Kuangfeng heard the "crazy boy", he almost immediately realized that it was probably Qing Xiu.

The two of them made a short story and briefly informed each other about their experiences. Then Du Kuangfeng rushed to He Kui with great strides, lifted his clothes and pushed him against the wall.

"What will happen on the 16th day of the first lunar month, say!"

He Kui's face was ashes, still like a walking corpse. No matter how Du Shuanfeng asked, he didn't even look up at the other party.

A strong vibration came from the ground again, and with it was a sound of neither human nor beast, as if a roar from hell - this hut did not collapse in such a tremor, which was simply a miracle.

Du Kuangfeng let go of He Kui, who was tortured by himself, and completely gave up talking from the words of this living dead man.

He began to search for things through the boxes and finally found a set of straw raincoats and hats in the dusty box under the bed.

"Tianshi?" Feng Yishu saw Du Kangfeng's intention, but still spoke in disbelief, "What are you going to do?"

"Go back and bring the reinforcements." Du Xuanfeng glanced at A Yu on the bed, "There is only one rain gear, so don't argue with me, stay here."
Chapter completed!