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Chapter 67

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More and more "undead" were exposed to the sun, and the entire city of Luojing fell into an unprecedented panic. Ordinary people's houses were closed and they hoarded food. Although it was not winter, it was a cold wave that was difficult to overcome in life.

They are afraid that they will die suddenly.

I am also afraid that I will suddenly become a "dead soul".

They lived day by day, looking forward to the arrival of reinforcements from the imperial court, but the strange thing was that the reinforcements from the imperial court never came, and the towering and closed gates of the city were never opened.

Except for sealing the city, the imperial court did nothing.

It wasn't until people discovered that there were fewer and fewer guards in the city, even soldiers guarding the city gates, and they were constantly evacuating the dead city, did they fully realize that from the beginning of the spread of the "dead spirits", the imperial court planned to abandon them.

It was never their court's intention to come to their rescue.

Dachao has sixteen counties in Kyushu, and Luojing is just a drop in the ocean on the map.

But fortunately, there are still reckless heroes fighting with swords in the daytime. Those heroes or knights who live in the legends of the rivers and lakes, the hands holding the swords are protecting them now.

They killed the "undead", but the original "undead" was just an ordinary innocent person, and after death, it was also an ordinary corpse. The magpie lingered on the corpse, singing sharp and ear-piercing, But it couldn't cover the equally miserable howls of the relatives of the deceased.

When it was nearly dusk, the magpies finally dispersed one after another, but, surprisingly, the birds lingered for a while, and all went to the back mountain of the Huguo Temple on the outskirts of the city.

They raised their heads one after another, with red eyes, they rushed towards the Huguo Temple at the same time.

Haohaotangtang, without knowing the end, seems like a long and short journey of life and death.

Because he was so restless on the road, he didn't even know that he ran into the blue and white dress.

Liu Shisong stood up from the ground, patted the dust, and asked the hurrying people, "My little brother, where are you going?" The man replied, "We have found the lair of the Demon Cult. No, everyone hastened to exterminate these monsters! The battle is about to break out, girl, find a place to hide."

The young man who was on his way had excitement on his face, just like all knights who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, as if he knew that he was about to do a very righteous thing, and he didn't care about the dragon's pool and tiger's den in front of him.

Liu Shisong smiled faintly, "Oh, I wish you good luck."

The young man was blessed by the beautiful woman, scratched his head in embarrassment, blushed and left, they were all the same, it seemed that there were such high-spirited young men who followed one after another, that the rivers and lakes were full.

No one noticed that the embroiderer in the blue and white bamboo hat disappeared into the crowd against the direction of the flow of people. Although she had only the courage of a red-eyed rabbit, she couldn't hide - she also had something she had to do.

Pei Zijun ran around the streets of Luojing, looking for his apprentice who had been missing all day and night.

It seemed that no one except him noticed that Tang Buqi was missing, and even Tang Zhenling was not in a hurry, saying that children are playful, maybe they are hiding somewhere to have fun.

But Pei Zijun felt that something was wrong. Although he usually likes to run on this apprentice who likes to stand in front of Xie Minxing, he knows that Tang Buqi is very sensible and would not say hello like this. Besides, "dead spirits" are rampant outside, how can Tang Zhenling be so relieved? Let your grandson run around like this.

Unless... unless he actually knew Tang Buqi's whereabouts, he would be so confident.

Pei Zijun searched in vain, and stood at the gate of the city in a daze for a moment, then suddenly saw Sanniang Xing and Xingyan standing on the gate, he jumped up, Sanniang Xing turned around and said, "I'm waiting for you!" your father."

Pei Zijun didn't know how Xing Sanniang knew that his father would come today, but he still waited quietly with his mother until dusk.

At dusk, his father really came. Pei Daoxiu is not young anymore, his temples are stained with frost, and so is Xing Sanniang, but the Xing Sanniang reflected in his pupils will always be the one who was holding a big knife and talking. A promise-worthy little girl.

Immortal.

Some people in the world tell a lie just to wait for the moment of honesty.He smiled at his wife, and finally decided to be honest, "Sanniang, I lied to you, now is it too late to confess?"

"It's too late."

Pei Daoxiu was stunned for a while, but Xing Sanniang laughed softly, "I entered your house, and you still want to drive me away?"

After more than 30 years, even their own children have their own love entanglements, and they finally let go of it. In fact, it is obvious that every choice is made by that person every time they stumble for half their lives, and how can a lie be able to maintain it.

After 30 years of wind and snow, does this pedantic ghost come to ask and not regret it?

Pei Daoxiu also laughed, "Don't dare."

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Pei Zijun finally heard the other half of the Fang family's story. In this story, all the details are true and credible, except that the eldest brother of the Fang family seeks paintings for his beloved wife thousands of miles away.

Pei Daoxiu tampered with the blood book left in the iron box by the elder brother of the Fang family.

"The words he left were 'my liver blood, fed with larvae, sent thousands of miles away, and talked about for comfort'" Sect Master Pei paused, "Let him tell you the rest of the story."

Only then did everyone realize that he was followed by an unattractive young servant.

But Xing Ren knew it wasn't. That person has thousands of faces, but he was never willing to reveal his true face, all because he said when he was a child, "The face is beautiful, not good-looking."

From then on, the young man was willing to put on all kinds of appearances, but he was unwilling to face him with his real face. His breathing became stagnant, and even his tongue became clumsy, "Murong...Muronghu."

Muronghu glanced at Xing Ren, then never looked at him again, and instead calmly told the story.

The Southwest Clan originally belonged to a Gu-making family. That year, the eldest son of the Fang Clan got a strange book and became obsessed with it ever since. In his dreams, he wanted to refine the Gu worms that could make people live forever. He lived in seclusion on the Northwest Plateau and lied to his family that he was retreating. Cultivation is actually refining Gu worms.

He lived in seclusion for five years and refined many strange Gu insects, but he found nothing about the longevity Gu recorded in the book.He knew that he was obsessed with Gu art all his life, and he might be buried here in the future, so he made an appointment with a friend of his to see if he was still alive after a while, and if he was gone one day, he would take his wreckage Sending him back to his hometown in Southwest China can be regarded as an explanation to his relatives.

"That friend is Muronghu." The young man's eyes turned, "To be precise, he was the last Muronghu."

Muronghu had visited him five times, and on the sixth time he was standing in front of the quiet cave, a voice told him, "He is no longer here."

Muronghu accepted all this calmly, and when he was collecting and burying the corpse for his friend, he realized that all the corpses had been eaten away by the Gu worms, leaving only the half-faced heart with a wriggle on it. Unremarkable bugs.

He is a genius for refining Gu, he seems to be born for refining Gu, and finally buried in the stomach of Gu insects, which can be regarded as fulfilling his wish.

So he withdrew his remaining half of his heart, put it in an iron box, and put the family letter he had written a long time ago into it, and entrusted the escort team who had paid the deposit long ago to take his family letter home.

"That's why there is the following story."

"It's a long way home. When we arrived at Fang's house in Xi'an, the half heart and family letter in the iron box had already been eaten away by Gu insects, so that's why the sealed box was empty in the end."

Pei Zijun was silent for a long time, and said, "Then that bug got attached to Mrs. Fang's body?"

"Not bad." Muronghu smiled, "My nephew is really smart."

Pei Zijun didn't care about Muronghu taking advantage of him verbally, "'Thousands of troops' confuses the mind, no wonder she will kill..."

Xing Ren, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, "How do you know this?"

Muronghu didn't look at Xingren, and said lightly, "That Muronghu once threw me in Fang Warlock's Gu worm cave for three months... Except for dealing with Gu worms, I was extremely bored, so I had to read some of his diaries for entertainment... "

Xing Ren looked at Muronghu's cynical and indifferent appearance, and his heart was like a knife. He once took back all the tenderness he gave to this young man. When he gave it, it was just a meal and porridge, but when he took it back, it was even more difficult than when he never had it.

He raised him to be a bird that fears the darkness, but he put him back into the darkness with his own hands.

"You..." Were you afraid at that time?

Xing Ren wanted to ask but couldn't ask, so he had to smile wryly.

"But who trained the 'undead' in the city?" Pei Zijun asked again.

"When the Fang family was murdered, a person escaped and ascended to heaven, and has lived until now... Yes, it is the son of the Fang family's sister-in-law."

"I don't know how he escaped? I don't know if Mrs. Fang's conscience was awakened by her beloved son."

"Later, this child was taken in as an apprentice by Yao Qianji who was on the run at the time."

"His current name is Fang Fu."