Beyond the Divine States Chapter 101: : The evil spirit does not die

The red moon on Linhe City is not high enough nor bright enough, and under the faint moonlight, there are always shadows of earth-wood houses.

Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling were escaping from the cage of bones. They used the door concealment technique for the first time to hide in the sheltered rooms of the houses. The two of them walked through the streets and walked around the alleys until they were in one place. Stopped under the shadow of the white wall.

Ning Xiaoling is holding on to the wall, panting, Ning Changjiu is better, but the white clothes are stained with blood.

This alley is narrow and cold, and the snow accumulated in many places has not yet been cleaned up in the future. In some of the raised windows, you can vaguely see the fire from the lampshade, but there are lights in the room, and there is no human atmosphere.

"What should I do next?" Ning Xiaoling had lingering fears, so she asked her brother for advice in a low voice.

Ning Changjiu said: "Either break the building ceremony of this capital, or get out of the city as soon as possible."

Ning Xiaoling said dejectedly: "It seems that neither of them can do..."

Ning Changjiu clutched his chest and soothed his disordered breath. He said: "It takes time for the yin and yang to reverse, and building a dead city is no easy task. As long as we are not discovered, we will take action at the most critical moment of the ceremony. Interrupt, maybe there is still a chance."

Ning Xiaoling asked: "What is the most critical moment of the ceremony?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Before that blood moon is complete."

Ning Xiaoling's heart trembled, and she didn't dare to look up to find the traces of the red moon, because if it were really an eye, as long as she saw the moon, she would definitely be exposed to it.

"What about now?"

"It's still not sure whether she will catch up. Let's move around in this residential area first, but never leave the shadow of the house."

"Hmm."

Ms. Bai did not chase, she went directly to the Naihe Bridge.

In this city, Yan Luo, the judge, the soul crossing man, Meng Po, the impermanence of black and white, have all died and turned into ghosts in this city, just waiting for the yin and yang to reverse, and take their place.

Under the attic, the crowd gathered like uneasy beasts. They whispered to guess what they were talking about. Some secretly ran to their homes, some sought secluded places to hide, and some were under the weight of fear in their hearts. Stumbled and fell into the river.

As soon as the person who fell into the river entered the sand and water, there was no time to make a scream, the flesh and blood were immediately consumed and turned into bones. After a while, the bones melted and were swallowed in the sand and water. Do nothing.

The sandy water didn't seem to have changed. It still flows quietly through the ancient city. Occasionally, the fish rises from the bottom of the river and jumps out of the water. The fish clearly only has a hollow skeleton, but it is still alive.

These anomalies have been witnessed by more and more people. The huge panic caused the rumors to spread quickly. They thought that someone in the city did something wrong, which caused the disaster to come, as long as those who offend the gods When people die, the city will be restored to its original state, but it is not the case. The willow trees near the sand and water also change to the color of dead gray at an extremely fast speed, as if they were completely burned by a fire, as long as there is a strong wind. Zila, instantly turned into a handful of dissipated smoke.

This is the ghostly air that spreads from the center of the city to the entire city. There is nothing to escape.

While humming in the riverside, the girl in plain clothes is swaying the wood-like thin but wicker-like body, walking along the embankment to the sandy water, leaning straight forward, like jumping into the river. , But she didn't fall, her body remained vertical to the embankment, facing the river, shining her bleak face, and then she took a handful and took a drink, with endless aftertastes.

Then the old man of the city lord, who turned into a dead spirit after his death, also slowly arrived. He looked at the many ghosts present, not much to say, but his expression was obviously tired.

Come here for a while, and a scholar who seems to be wearing filthy filial piety, almost in shape, also came to the bridge.

The city lord glanced at him and asked: "I have been wearing it for three years, and I don't know how tired?"

The scholar clenched a fist in front of his chest, and when the other was negative, he still held an ancient scroll even after death. He looked resolute and said: "The world is broken, only the scholar keeps the festival."

The city lord only smiled slightly at his bold words, not caring.

Three years ago in the military turmoil, many people died in Linhe City. The scholar went to Beijing to take the exam. After returning home, he found that his parents, wives and children were all dead. Since then, he has been dressed in white sackcloth, without drinking or eating, and depressed all day long. Said to be filial piety, but in fact it is already heartbroken.

He also ignored the city lord. In his heart, the city lord seemed to be the country and the people, but in fact, he was just greedy for the monstrous power in his heart.

He looked at the old man who pulled the erhu and asked, "Is it you?"

The man pulling the erhu just nodded and ignored him.

They will take up the post of city manager of black and white impermanence.

The singer was indifferent to what they said. She always played the invisible strings and played a mellow and mournful tone. The snow all over the sky was paper money, as if she was sending off the unreturned people.

When the young girl in the green skirt and white gauze shawl appeared over the arch bridge, the woman stopped her movements, blessed her lower body, and said "Mrs. White" in a sad tone.

Ms. Bai looked at them, her face no longer smiled, endless nights flooded her side, condensed on her already extremely long hair, long dark hair fluttering in large swaths, as if The whole night was her hair undulating with the wind.

Under Mrs. White’s body, bones overflowed from the emerald skirt, and countless small skulls were piled up to form a tall throne. Mrs. White was seated high on the bone throne, her body tilted, and her slender snow-white legs under her dress. Overlapping, her arms supported a skeleton handrail, and her hands were half-fisted against her cheeks, her mouth was slightly opened, and as her breathing rose and fell, the air of the ghost was like the frost that came out of her lips.

"Where's the cow's head and horse face?" On the throne behind Madam White, a skull opened his mouth and asked.

The city lord took a step and said respectfully: "The butcher has gone."

Mrs. White nodded gently, and the skull hit the upper and lower jaws, saying: "Don't worry, just slaughter them and bring them back in the middle of the night."

The city lord asked again: "Now we perform our duties, but after midnight, all people will die. From now on there will be no living people in the city. Whose life are we going to kill and whose soul are we going to judge?"

Mrs. White tapped her finger on the armrest and lazily said: "Aren't there many living people in this world?"

The city lord shook his body and asked tentatively: "They will come here after they die?"

Madam Bai’s voice was indifferent and full of majesty, and said: “In the future, this place will definitely not be an immortal city with a prison for painting. In the future, everyone will bow their heads here."

The city owner has always believed in Mrs. Bai's words, and his mind is agitated a bit at this moment.

The other two women were in a stable mood and didn't have much feelings. It seemed that those grand achievements were nothing to do with them. If it weren't for this Madam White who was the only person in the city who could really kill them, they still thought about it at this moment. Continue to sing, dance and play the piano.

Ms. Bai played with the green sand jar with her other hand, her eyes soft and cold from time to time.

She looked at the chaotic crowd who still didn't know what happened, and sighed softly.

Then, the curtain of ghost was slowly opened, people raised their heads and saw the throne of skulls made of bones in the sky and the beautiful and beautiful woman on the throne. The shock and chaos really began at this moment. .

Besides the sand and the water, the copper paintings also lit up, and the pictures above were truly three-dimensional. Numerous entangled and complicated lines circulated and outlined the appearance of the painting. Between the piers, the pictures were unfolded three-dimensionally. The pictures are connected to each other, like a whole exquisite and complicated mural.

At the end of this mural, Mrs. White sits alone on the throne.

She glanced over this large mural, and said leisurely: "What a beautiful bronze painting."

It's a pity that the old man who painted these copper paintings should be waiting to die at this moment.

When she squeezed the green porcelain bottle, the old man was only a moment away from death.

"Unfortunately, old lady, you died too early..." Madam Bai sighed lightly.

In the original plan, the older sister Bai in Shubai's mouth, the old man who painted in white copper, and the old woman who lived on the opposite side of Ning Qinshui should all be killed by Ning Qinshui.

The young girl, the old man, and the mother-in-law were all transformed by Madame White’s bone fragments.

The only difference is that the girl is her real body, and the two pieces are just pieces of bones.

Many years ago, she died once in each of these three appearances, almost completely destroyed.

That is her most unforgettable memory.

She always suspected that it was one of the gods who killed herself at the time.

So she chose Ning Qinshui and repeated the process on this special day, trying to simulate a line of cause and effect in the dark and correspond to the events that happened in that year, and if that person was really a **** back then, She can then follow the similar lines of cause and effect, and use Mingjun's authority to steal a strand of the other's godhead.

It's just a pity that Ning Qinshui violently died of the imperial city because of a sudden letter, so she had to take the risk of taking his soul back from detention and keeping it warm in a green porcelain vase.

Two days ago, Ning Qinshui’s two apprentices suddenly returned home. After the smoke came from the chimney in the old house, the old woman went to knock on his house with her established cognition. The door, which makes the plan a little bit of deviation.

I just hope this will not affect the overall situation.

After killing the old man who made the painting, Ning Qinshui should go to his apprentice.

She has no worries about Ning Qinshui's safety, after all, now in this city... the evil spirits are not dead!

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When Shubai returned to the house, he opened the door and found that there were lights in the house. There were so many lights that had already illuminated the house so brightly, but he was standing in the same place, as if all The light turned black.

In the recliner, the master’s figure disappeared, only a piece of dry bones can be seen. The bones seem to have been dead for a long time and have been buried in the loess for countless years. It is so old, with scars like cracks on it. As if it had been broken into countless pieces before, and it took a lot of energy to put it together.

Beside him, there are many bronze paintings that were discarded in the past.

And where the material of these paintings is copper-nickel alloy, it seems that at the moment, it is clearly a piece of white bones.

Shubai's heart was hairy, and fear and sadness erupted at him at the same time. He walked to the recliner in a daze, rubbed his eyes, and gradually knelt down, rubbing his fingers with the shriveled hand bones. , And then clenched tightly in his hand.

In fact, when he walked out the door with the box of bronze paintings on his back, he had vaguely sensed that the master was dying, but when he really saw the bones appearing suddenly, his heart could not help but shrink, together with The body curled up together.

Sister Bai is dead, and now the master is also dead.

Sister Bai was killed by the wicked man, and he still has a direction for revenge, but what about the master? Who killed him again?

He knelt by the reclining chair for a long time, then untied a hatchet from the corner wall, held it in his hand, and walked out.

He raised his head and found that the moon had turned red, as if staring at him alive.

He looked at the empty streets on both sides, everything seemed to be covered with gray fog, looking around blankly.

Suddenly, Shubai turned around alertly.

Behind him, a graceful maid greeted him with a graceful voice, and said in a mellow voice: "Young Master Tree White, Madam, please come over."

Shubai held the hatchet to his waist, arched his body subconsciously, and asked: "Madam? What madam?"

The maid smiled and said: "You know it when you see it?"

Shubai asked: "What happened in this city?"

The maid replied: "I know everything when I see Madam, Madam... I miss you very much."

Shubai suddenly felt a bitter cold all over his body. He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly turned and ran towards the other end of the long street. The maid didn’t mean to stop, but she glanced at him indifferently, as if she was Look at a cub jumping up and down in an iron cage.

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The same white wall, the nicks on it are still new, and the location of the peeling paint on the wall has not changed in the slightest.

This is the third time Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling have seen this wall.

When Ning Changjiu saw this wall for the second time, he was convinced that he had fallen into a barrier similar to a ghost hitting a wall, but after investigating with his spiritual sense, he found no obvious weirdness, just this one. There are many dead ends in the deserted neighborhoods.

They are dormant here with Taoist Hidden Breathing technique, even if they are not discovered temporarily, it is tantamount to waiting for death. And if they used their swords to force them to become obscured, then Madame Bai would instantly lock in here.

A dilemma.

Ning Changjiu looked at the white wall and said, "Turn over and have a look."

Ning Xiaoling pointed to the sky and said: "I will be seen."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "We might have been seen long ago."

Ning Xiaoling is not clear, so she thought that if she had been discovered a long time ago, why didn't she provoke an immediate pursuit? Or is it because Mrs. Bai has more important things to do?

But if you continue to go around here, it will be in vain.

In his thoughts, Ning Changjiu had made up his mind. He pulled Ning Xiaoling over the wall.

Behind the wall is soft ground.

"Brother, this..." Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, thinking that she was dazzled. After a while, she seriously looked at everything she was familiar with.

Ning Xiaoling shrank and frowned: "How could this be?"

Behind this white wall, it turned out to be the old house where they lived!

What is going on here?

I obviously ran a long way.

Next, Ning Xiaoling suddenly appeared. In the center of the courtyard, there was a shadow wearing a robes standing vaguely. After the two arrived, the shadow also noticed the movement and turned around slowly.

Ning Xiaoling stared at the figure who slowly turned her head.

Suddenly, she widened her eyes, only feeling the chill rushed to her spine and then exploded on her scalp. Her hands and feet were cold, her heart seemed to stop suddenly, and the whole world buzzed without hearing any sound.

In front of her is the biggest nightmare of her life.

That is the soul of Ning Qinshui that should have been destroyed long ago.

He looked at the young girls with a smile but a smile: "Good disciple, why are there two bags of money missing at home?"

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(I changed my paper almost all night yesterday, and I got up early and changed it to the afternoon. The condition is very bad, I will add more tomorrow, sorry...)