Immortals come on the moon

Chapter 122

The red thread was wrapped around his wrist, and Song Minhuan touched it with his fingertips, "How do you protect me, the evil spirit inside is not an ordinary evil spirit."

"The mansion is full of resentment, if you go in, I will be distracted to protect you instead."

Song Minhuan told the truth plainly, it is true that this puppet has great strength, but it has no spiritual power and no spells, so if it goes there, it will definitely be torn apart by evil spirits.

The man did not speak at the side, and silently cleaned up the room, and did not ask any more questions about the "Master" he called.

He let the man lead him out with a red thread, and the man didn't say anything along the way, it seemed that he made up his mind to follow him.

"You really want to go there with me?" Song Minhuan asked.

The man said "hmm", and there are mountain roads here, leading him to avoid the thorny vines on the road, walking very slowly, keeping a close but not offensive distance with him.

It was daytime now, and the evil spirit was weaker than at night. They arrived at the gate of the mansion.Song Minhuan stood where he had drawn the teleportation circle the day before, and the spells on it had been eroded, and the spells had all turned black.

The moment his fingertips were about to touch it, the spell automatically burned in midair and turned into ashes.

The evil inside is clearly demonstrating?

Song Minhuan opened his spiritual sense, and through his spiritual sense, he saw the red-clothed female corpse hanging at the gate of the mansion.The sharp nails of the female corpses were stained with blood. They hung on the wall, and the teeth of the skeletons were biting white pieces of minced meat. I don't know what they ate before.

The plaque of the mansion was scratched, and the handwriting on it could not be seen clearly.The moment his divine sense penetrated into the mansion, he seemed to feel a burst of cold air soaking into the marrow of his bones.

A peeping gaze fell on him.

The mansion was empty, and the light inside was even more gloomy, as gray as night, when the wind blew over, the dilapidated Zhumen "creaked——" made strange noises.

There were layers of bricks and tiles on the eaves, and Song Minhuan saw a pair of green and white rotten feet.

A figure appeared in his consciousness, it was a young man.The young man was wearing a blood-stained red dress. His face was blue and white, his eyes were dark and empty, his eyes seemed to be able to see him through the wall, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, which was weird and unnatural.

The boy's figure flashed in front of him, and soon disappeared.

"It's Hankui, equivalent to the cultivation base of a seventh-level monk."

The so-called Hankui is a little ghost born to a woman who died of dystocia. When she was born, she gathered resentment in a radius of ten miles, and was the most yin and evil thing.

"He ate his birth mother and stayed here for thousands of years, growing from a baby to a teenager."

Song Minhuan also wanted to ask how this man knew, and then heard the man say: "There are paintings on the wall, he should have painted them himself."

The paintings on the wall are crude and crude, it looks like they were painted with blood, the brushwork is immature and innocent, Hankui has painted on the wall his birth and growth up to now.

Song Minhuan didn't reach out to touch the painting on it, he said: "Just now that Han Kui already knew about my existence, let's go in directly."

Seventh-order cultivation base is higher than his current cultivation base, but if he fights with all his strength, he may not lose.

When the two of them appeared at the gate of the mansion, the two red-clothed female corpses at the gate moved.They twisted their bodies and laughed "ho ho ho" in their voices. Just as they were about to rush towards Song Minhuan, a sharp sword light swept across and split their bodies in half.

The two of them turned into a burst of black mist and dissipated in midair.

At this moment, the two rich doors suddenly opened to both sides, and the inside was pitch black, like a bottomless dry well.The door knocker was carved with goblins, and it collided with the lacquered door, making a dull sound.

Song Minhuan entered the mansion, the long sword was out of its sheath, surrounded by thick black mist, and the puppet man's aura was soon lost behind him.

There was a whispering young voice in his ears. The young man's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong. It was not pleasant to sing, and it echoed in his ears one after another.

"Young Master follows my king... I stay behind Ksitigarbha, Ksitigarbha kills all evils, protects mountains and rivers with long halberds, I don't see you every year... Where is your son?"

Song Minhuan's consciousness can't last too long, he was vigilant, observing the surrounding environment, and prepared to deal with the opponent in a short time.

Procrastination is not good for him.

Whispering repeatedly, a figure appeared in front of him.The boy in red stood in the black mist, his dark eyes looked at the long sword on his waist, and the wraith behind him let out a mournful cry.

"You...is Gongzi Lan?"

Song Minhuan shook his head, "I'm not Gongzi Lan, his spiritual power is on the sword, you're mistaken."

"Then who are you?"

It was the first time someone asked this kind of question, and Song Minhuan was stunned for a moment.Who is he... He was the first disciple of Immortal Lin Hua before, but he is not now.

"I... am just a pedestrian passing through here."

Life is like an adversity, and I am also a pedestrian.

He came here to kill evil, and the so-called evil... is the young man in front of him.After killing the evil, the boy will disappear into the world, and he will also leave.

"Pedestrian?" The young man in red laughed, "Since you are not Mr. Lan, then stay with me."

"Gongzi Lan is going to accompany Changle to attack Shijun... I have been here for more than 3000 years, and I have been waiting for him. There are rules here. Once you step into this mansion, you can't go out... Let's wait for Gongzi Lan to come back together."

"Just wait until he comes back and everything will be fine."

A smile spread across the young man's face, which looked extremely strange on his pale face.No one taught him to read and understand personnel, he ingested vengeful spirits and continued to grow, and the obsessions of those vengeful spirits also turned into his obsessions.

"Do you know how many years it is?"

Listening to the young man's voice, Song Minhuan couldn't bear it, his eyes softened a little, and he said, "Since you already know...why do you still stay here?"

Just now the boy said that he has been stationed for more than 3000 years, so he must know the number of years. After [-] years, there is still hope waiting for Young Master Lan to come back?

The young man shook his head, "I have never seen him, but I know... not only I know, but our clan knows that he will come back."

"He won't abandon us."

The young man in red was full of death and resentment, and it was not against harmony to say such words, and then the young man in red looked at him.

"You... stay and wait for him with me."

Song Minhuan was a little confused at this time about the good and evil of this evil spirit, but to be able to produce such a strong evil spirit, his hands must have been stained with countless blood.

He was born with drought, ate his biological mother raw, and ate his close relatives in his mansion. He was originally a most yin and evil thing, but he gave birth to his own beliefs, and his heart was attached to gods he had never seen before.

One side is good and the other side is evil.

"I can't stay, you should go."

He said so softly, drawing the long sword out of its sheath in his hand.The sharp sword light pressure scattered, the surrounding heavy black mist receded, and the silver-white sword light was piercing, as if the light of the sky fell from the sky, dispelling the boundless darkness and filth.

With a "bang", countless sword lights gathered together, and the figure of the young man in red disappeared into the black mist.

Song Minhuan was soon surrounded by black mist again. He was in the darkness, and his spiritual consciousness followed the figure of the young man in red through the subtle fluctuations of spiritual power.

He heard the cries of resentful spirits, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing miserably, sometimes cursing sharply, and sometimes singing congratulatory speeches in pity.

Sensing the fluctuation of spiritual power, the light of his sword rushed away, countless strands of black mist wrapped around his sword, and the black mist gathered into a black withered hand to hold his ankle.

Before it touched his ankle, it was chopped off by the sharp sword light.

The dark coercion approached, and the red-clothed boy peeped at him in the black mist, "Since you are disobedient, I will turn you into a wraith, so that you can only be trapped here."

Sensing the danger, Song Minhuan quickly backed away. He stepped back a few steps in a row, his long sword propped on the ground, and his mind was distracted for a moment on the puppet man.

I haven't seen the other party since I came in, I don't know where I went, I hope nothing happened.

The thick black mist spread in mid-air, and a wraith rushed towards him. He quickly avoided it, the wall behind him shattered, the ground sank downward, and endless evil pressure spread from it.

The wind blew on his face, causing pain, and the pressure fell on his whole body, as if it wanted to tear him apart.He used his long sword to resist the overflowing evil energy, the sword light refracted a cold light, and with a "bang", the two pressures collided and bounced away, and the stones on the ground were smashed to pieces.

Song Minhuan's face was scratched with a few bloodstains, and the ink was scattered behind him. He felt his chest was overwhelmed by the pressure, and there was a faint gushing of blood in his throat.

This Hankui is more powerful than he imagined, his consciousness can't last long, Hankui is in the dark but he is in the light, he blocks the opponent's attack while trying to find the opponent's figure in the black mist.

The light of the sword was intertwined with the black mist, and there were deep brown bloodstains on the wall. Song Minhuan dodged to avoid the wraiths, stepped on the courtyard wall with his black boots, and jumped off from above, the light of the long sword pierced through the air.

Behind him was the courtyard wall, and the corner of his eyes swept through the black mist, and suddenly saw a familiar figure, the puppet man also saw him, and left a voice.

"Go and find the well."

well?Before Song Minhuan had time to react, there was a "bang", the puppet man was detected by Hankui, and his whole body was knocked into the air by the wraith, and his body hit the wall, making a dull sound.

Song Minhuan clenched the long sword in his hand. He wanted to go over to see how the man was doing, but he knew he couldn't go over now.

The other party asked him to find a well... What does this mean, can it really be useful?

A thought flashed in Song Minhuan's mind, and he was subconsciously willing to trust the other party. As he walked through the mansion, countless resentful spirits chased him behind him. At the end of the yard, he saw a dry well.

The dry well looks old, with foreign characters engraved on it, and the bottom is bottomless, can you feel the evil spirit faintly?

Curse well?

Seeing that his spiritual consciousness was about to be exhausted, Song Minhuan didn't delay any longer. Countless resentful spirits rushed towards him. He stood still, pointing his long sword in the direction of the dry well.

Countless sword lights gathered together, and the awe-inspiring cold light flourished, all of them passed towards the dry well.Thousands of spiritual powers illuminated the entire mansion, and the moment he slashed out the sword energy, his eyes fell into darkness.

His consciousness was exhausted, and he couldn't see anything.

Song Minhuan stood there, silent for a moment, and at the moment when the wraiths were about to tear him apart, their laughter turned into screams of terror, and all the wraiths disappeared around him.

With a sound of "嗡——", the dry well was split into pieces, and the wall collapsed to bury the dry well.

The black mist dissipated, the gray sky shrouded the entire mansion, and the light became a little brighter.

Song Minhuan's chest was aching from the pressure, burning pain came from his veins, and his throat was also a little fishy and sweet.His eyes were dark, he vaguely remembered the direction where the puppet man fell, and he groped past.

"Changle?" He bumped into a cold wall, nearly tripped by broken stones on the road, walked very slowly, and groped to the side of the puppet man.

"Are you alright?" Song Minhuan couldn't see anyone, he touched the man's shoulder, the hard heavy wood, it was cold, without the warmth of a human body.

"It's okay," the man said back to him, moved aside the broken wall that was pressing on his chest, stood up with difficulty supporting the wall, and coughed twice in a low voice.

Song Minhuan waited by the side for a while, when there was a slight movement in his ear, the man didn't know what he was doing, and he never came to hold him.

Just now that Hankui was at the seventh level and up, but this puppet could easily find where Hankui's bones were. Could the other party really be just an ordinary puppet?

As Song Minhuan thought about it, the man held his wrist again, and asked him in a low voice, "Can you still go, do you want me to carry you?"