Bone

Chapter 124

I don't know how long it will take to build Qingyuan, but I know it will only take a long time to destroy it.

Under the mottled city wall, the corpses of countless bandits still piled up, were crushed to pieces by numerous footsteps, leaving the ground in a mess.The originally dark and bottomless city gate now only looks dark and damp, and the broken bricks and tiles of the city can be seen at a glance.

And the formations that overlapped and intertwined and enveloped a clear sky have disappeared, not to mention the ghosts among them.

On a barren street, looking up, there are deep marks scratched by the sword wind everywhere, and the colored glass shattered to the ground, like a colorful sand.

Rusha stepped on the shattered colored glass on the ground, and Sanjiu was carrying a half-broken old bamboo basket on his back, pacing up and down among the ruins alone, bending over to pick up a brick and push aside a tile...

Holding half of the red brick in his hand, he straightened up, looked left and right for a while, muttered to himself, and tentatively placed the brick on the incomplete half of the house wall. Sure enough, the gaps were aligned, and it was just right. , clapped his palms, and nodded triumphantly.

Half a month had passed since they left Qinyuan and returned to Qingyuan.

When the ghost king is around, he always likes to laugh and say "I don't know how long the time will pass when I'm happy", but the days of suffering seem to be fleeting, and it's been a long time in a daze.

For the past half month, Xianjun has been lingering in the cave of the back mountain day and night, focusing on the blood pool sacrifice formation. He is a little ghost, and he can't help him, and he has nothing else to do, so he simply took the responsibility. The important task of rebuilding Qingyuan, putting Qingyuan back to the appearance he remembered bit by bit - of course, Xianjun can wave his sleeves and let Qingfeng help, but he still prefers to do it himself, after all...

If Gui Jun comes back and sees him, he will be happy and praise him!

Thinking of Guijun's praise, he felt strength in his hands and feet. Sanjiu took a deep breath, and straightened a collapsed wooden frame without stopping for a moment.

The rack was moved away, and countless dust was raised, and a dark yellow color sunken in the mud suddenly caught his eyes, it was a defaced talisman.

He let out a low cry of surprise, he hurriedly picked up the yellow talisman, held it in his palm and looked at it carefully.

This is a return to cleansing talisman, which can safely send the souls of the world to the underworld - if the color of the cinnabar talisman on it fades, it means it has been used.Of course it wasn't drawn by those Zongmen people - how could they have such kindness?This was drawn by Xianjun when he was in Qingyuan before. At that time, he only thought of it, but he didn't want to, but he left a retreat for the dead souls in Qingyuan.

It's ridiculous that no matter what those Zongmen people do, they keep saying that they are for the people... If that's the case, why don't they clean up the corpses of the bandits at the city wall so that they can be buried, so that the people who pass by here won't be panicked?Ha, I'm afraid they all rush into the city because they are only eager to win merits.Phew, what hypocrisy!

Twitching the corners of his mouth full of disdain, Sanjiu carefully looked at the yellow talisman in his palm, and double-checked that the cinnabar ink on the talisman had faded. Then he bent his eyes and smiled, stroked the paper talisman lightly, and babbled Nian: "Okay, okay. Xiaohe, Alan, Da'an... Everyone in the next life will join a good family and no longer need to work!"

While reading this for self-amusement, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually collapsed again, feeling sad for a while.

Although he was heartbroken, his friends still had a chance to re-enter reincarnation, which could give him some comfort, but his ghost...

As soon as he thought of Gui Jun, the sourness in his nose pierced into his heart.He stopped slowly, stunned for a while.

Ever since he cried a lot on Jucang Mountain that day, he has been holding back all the time, only when Xianjun is not around, he dares to show some sadness.

Obviously the ghost king assured him that he would be fine, but in the end...

Now Xianjun often tells him that he is fine, but...

But it has been more than half a month since they returned to Qingyuan, Xianjun spent day and night in that cave, trying to gather a body for that soul, but no progress was seen, if...

Not daring to think about it any further, he sniffed hard, patted himself on the shoulder comfortingly, and imitated Gui Jun's tone and said to himself: "Don't worry, don't worry, nothing will happen."

Ghost Lord had promised him that after all the dust settled, he would take him back to Hongling!

He forcefully fed himself a reassurance, he stopped thinking about what would happen if the ghost king couldn't come back, instead he hummed a little song, and then packed up without stopping, talking to himself authentically : "When Gui Jun comes back... I will be happy."

The breeze is blowing slowly from west to east, and the shadow of the sun is gradually slanting.

In less than half a day, the small half of the ruins were pieced together and sorted out, and the results were remarkable.Looking at the small half-sized glazed workshop in front of him, Sanjiu let out a long sigh of relief, and turned his eyes to the still dilapidated and dilapidated street outside the workshop.

Without the enchantment cover, Qingyuan is no longer the look that is always sunny, the clouds on the mountain are damp and cold, blowing on the body, quite chilly.Looking from a distance, you can still see wisps of cooking smoke rising from villages and towns outside the mountain.

Reminded by the wisp of cooking smoke, he leaned out and looked up at the sun, and it was almost noon.

If the ghost king is still there, then he should order the fairy king to buy some food for him...

It is clear that he is a ghost, he will not be hungry, and he does not need to eat, but the ghost king still treats him as an ordinary child, and wants him to taste all kinds of snacks regardless of the cumbersome process...

— Gudoo.

There seemed to be a strange movement in the abdomen, Sanjiu was taken aback for a moment, then raised his hand suspiciously after a half-beat, and pressed his stomach lightly.

Was it because he missed Ghost Lord so much that he had hallucinations?He is a ghost, how...how can he feel a bit hungry?

Since Jucang Mountain changed suddenly that day, he accompanied Xianjun all the way, and after returning to Qingyuan, he was busy with his own work, and no one had the heart to toss about eating... Uh, maybe it’s been too long since he tasted food, so that he Feeling hungry?

He frowned hesitantly, pressed his hand on his stomach and waited intently for a moment, but he didn't feel hungry anymore.

... Could it really be just an illusion?Feeling inexplicable, he shook his head and took off the bamboo basket carried behind his back, "Well, never mind, ask Xianjun later!"

In the bamboo basket are stacks of yellow talismans, all of which were picked up from various places just now, and the cinnabar ink on many of them is still very bright... He lowered his eyes, pursed his lips vigorously, and picked out the cinnabar one by one. A few light-colored ones, murmured and counted carefully: "One, two... six, seven... plus the 82 calculated yesterday..."

After counting repeatedly with his fingers for a long time, he finally came up with a total number. Although it was still far from the number of Qingyuan's dead souls, one more piece was more relief.He grinned at the stack of thin talismans, smiled from the bottom of his heart, closed his round eyes, put the bamboo basket back on his back, and happily ran towards the back mountain——

In the cave on the back mountain, next to the blood pond sacrificial formation, the surging and dazzling aura is still overflowing.

There was light blue aura all around, all kinds of ancient books were scattered all over the place, Tan Fengyue stood quietly in it, no longer the calmness and indifference he was used to on his face, on the contrary he showed a bit of hesitation.

The sacrificial array in front of him was still running on its own, and the blood swirling slowly inside was fresh and warm, flowing continuously.

The golden-red light group was hanging in the air at the source of the blood pool, no longer struggling to slide as usual, trying to find an inch of skin to touch it, but only slightly undulating, as if breathing lightly.

Everything is far from smooth as he imagined.

In the past half a month, he has tried countless methods, such as making formulas, chanting mantras, setting up arrays, ancient and modern techniques... He even tried directly pressing the ball of light into his blood with brute force, but the result was the same—— Can't mix.

Tan Fengyue stood quietly, frowning.He didn't feel worried, just puzzled.

He originally thought that as long as he could reshape that person's body first, everything else would be easy to talk about, but now there is a soul here, and the bones have been fused together. Why did he use up thousands of spells, but all of them would be with his blood? Repel each other?

...It was almost as if he was consciously rejecting regaining his human body.

Full of annoyance, Tan Fengyue frowned, and couldn't help punching the rock wall.

Rarely did he lose control like this, the side of his palm scratched by the rock wall was tingling, but he didn't feel it at all, he just muttered to himself: "...why..."

The voice echoed in the empty cave, and no one answered.Only the golden-red light group was still suspended above the blood pool, gently undulating, like a mournful eye, silently looking at the wound on his palm.

Is there something missing, is it forbidden by heaven, or... Qin Nianjiu himself doesn't want to?

Immediately, she ordered herself to abandon this idea, Tan Fengyue pursed her lips, concentrated her mind, and fell into deep thought again: Could it be that you still want to get back the pair of double swords? ……wrong.Before he borrowed the dead body to revive his soul, he was able to do it without the help of the double swords. It can be seen that the double swords are not a pass...

There are thousands of thoughts in my head, chaotic like hemp, and I can't find an end——

The cave was extremely quiet, only the faint sound of blood rushing.

Suddenly, a bird fluttered its wings outside the cave, pulling him back from his endless thoughts.Thinking that Sanjiu couldn't bear the loneliness and came to look for him, he habitually looked back and was about to call "Sanjiu", but he didn't see the figure of the little ghost, so he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled, "... ...?"

Shaking his head, he withdrew his gaze, looked down thoughtfully at the nearly a hundred ancient books on the ground, and then twirled his fingers.

There was a snap of the fingertips, and in the blink of an eye, a gust of breeze rushed into the cave, coming at the command.

Coughing lightly, he looked at the ray of breeze entrenched in his palm with complicated eyes, and finally calmed down, and said softly to that breeze: "I also invite Fu Xianzun to come in person."

……

The breeze floated out of the cave leisurely with the voice of the words, brushed over the rocks, jumped over the waterfall, brushed over the top of the tree, and blew towards the jade smoke——

Under the waterfall covered by greenery, Sanjiu's back was tightly pressed against the rocks at the entrance of the cave, covering his mouth with his hands in panic, his wide-eyed round eyes were full of confusion and panic.

There was only a light rain a few days ago, and the humidity in the mountains was extremely cold, and just now he trotted all the way here, and before he could catch his breath, what came out of his mouth was warm white mist.

Wisps of thin white mist floated out from between his fingers, like smoke.

Unbelievably, he slowly moved his hand away, there was still a slight warmth in the palm, but the slight temperature seemed to ignite a fire in his heart, burning and scorching him to surge up from the bottom of his heart. The panic and uneasiness made him stay where he was.

... No, he is a ghost that has been dead for a long time, how can he exhale hot air from his mouth?