Just after Yinshi, things started to get busy outside the Emperor Wa Palace.

Mo Shuruo stood guard outside the room in the small courtyard, extremely anxious, pacing back and forth. Chi Tianlin sat at the stone table with his chin in his hands, his head turning to the right and left following Mo Shuruo's figure. Really.

Unable to bear it anymore, he lowered his hand to comfort her, "Stop walking around. Didn't Miss Fang already go in for treatment?"

Mo Shuruo couldn't bear to hear it. He stopped and his eyes were still fixed on the door. He wanted to open the door and rush in. Thinking of the blood evil, his heart felt uncomfortable, "Tian Lin, I'm so scared..."

Looking at her back, Chi Tianlin rarely became serious, "What are you afraid of?"

Her voice trembled slightly, "What if he can't wake up? I..."

Chi Tianlin stood up and walked to her, put his left hand on her left shoulder, hugged her, and raised the corners of his mouth, "It's just a small blood evil backlash, but it can't take his life. With this kind of confidence, I am an outsider."

We have everything, why are you worried." He let go of his hand and took two steps to the side, while sighing: "No wonder your grandpa said that you are not calm when things happen emotionally. It seems that you are really confused."

"My grandfather?" Mo Shuruo chased after him, walked around to him, and couldn't wait to ask, "Have you met my grandfather? When did it happen?"

"It was probably more than a month ago. I heard that you were missing, so I went back to Qing'an to look for news about you. Your grandfather..." Thinking of Duke Mo's condition at that time, Chi Tianlin actually became worried about his current situation.

Mo Shuruo was anxious and urged: "Grandpa, what's wrong with him? Tell me quickly!"

He came back to his senses and pretended to be relaxed, "He is in good health, you don't have to worry."

Uncle Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but his brows still did not soften, "I have been missing for almost three months. Grandpa must be very worried... I am really unfilial. I failed to share the worries of the Mo family and let grandpa worry so much." It was because I was unconscious before.

, now anxious and unable to go back, returning home is as fast as an arrow. She grabbed Chi Tianlin's arms and said sincerely: "Tianlin, you have great Qinggong. It's a piece of cake to escape the Miao border guards. Can you help me get back?"

Qing'an, please let me know that grandpa is safe?"

"Now?" Chi Tianlin blinked and refused immediately, "No, no, we have a festival tomorrow. I don't know how the nvzhu will deal with you. I have to stay, just in case."

"Listen to me!" Since returning in the past few hours, Mo Shuruo's mind has been overloaded. Yan Jue's body is stained with blood. It is not known whether he can save his life. Yin Sa is in trouble and no one can help. What if

If she really wants to die here, she can't let innocent people accompany her to die, let alone let Mr. Mo miss him all the time, "Grandpa is the person I love most in my life, and I don't want him to keep searching for my whereabouts with uneasiness.

"

"What do you mean..." Inexplicably, I could hear a hint of farewell.

Mo Shuruo showed a smile and said, "Can you go back and tell grandpa for me? Just say that I lived a good life in Northern Xinjiang and became their saint. However, this place has many rules and I am not allowed to return to the Central Plains..."

After hearing her explanation of her funeral, Chi Tianlin held her shoulders and persuaded her: "We are not at the end of our rope yet, so don't think about things like that!"

She closed her eyes and shook her head, "What I'm afraid of is that if I really can't go back...it's better to think about the worst consequences than to be forced to accept it."

Chi Tianlin suggested, "Otherwise, let's all fight out together and leave Northern Xinjiang."

Mo Shuruo continued to shake his head, "We can't leave." It was certainly her wish to leave Northern Xinjiang safely, but the affairs in Northern Xinjiang involved everyone, and it was not that easy to leave now.

Yin Sa vowed to kill the saint at the heavenly sacrifice. Ana'er would definitely find a way to fight back after changing his identity. Xiang Jingyi wanted to protect Mo Shuruo and Ana'er, saying that leaving would be a joke. Fang Hongzhi wanted to

To save the feast, as for the Yuhua Fuxiang, if Qilin Jue couldn't get it, he might have to sleep here forever. Therefore, the only one who could leave here was Chi Tianlin.

"Listen to me and don't stay here anymore. I promise you that I will live well. Even if no one else helps, I will fight for myself."

"Shu Ruo..."

Mo Shuruo raised his right hand and said, "I'll make an agreement with you, okay?" Chi Tianlin didn't answer, just frowned, thinking about himself. Seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, she slowly lowered her hand and turned around.

He took two steps forward very slowly.

"You must come back."

Mo Shuruo looked back at him in surprise.

Thinking of Mr. Mo who was ill, he had no choice but to nod. "I promise you, I will wait for you to come back in Qing'an." There are enough people left in Northern Xinjiang, and Yanjue will definitely protect her and not stay here.

Here, you might as well do what you can do.

Mo Shuruo finally showed a reassuring smile.

Inside the house, Yan Jue finally woke up slowly. Fang Hongzhao breathed a sigh of relief and said thankfully: "City Lord, you finally woke up."

Yanjue looked at the top of the bed weakly, "What time is it?"

"It has just passed the Yin hour."

It was still early, so he felt relieved, and then asked about matters related to his condition, "How is the investigation of the blood evil?"

Fang Hongzhao said in frustration: "There are many cases in ancient books. I have found several similar cases, but the results are all inexplicable."

"Is there any record of how the backlash will be fulfilled?"

Fang Hongzhao thought for a while and said: "The book only records the causes of death of these people, but does not describe the process in detail. I remember that one of them was the result of a magic mage making a mistake during the performance. According to the witness, it was a madman.

After that, he jumped into a snake den and was brutally bitten to death. The master of this technique was most afraid of snakes during his lifetime. There was another case where the practitioner suffered a backlash after breaking the evil spell. This person committed suicide by jumping into a river in the middle of the night. According to the book, the other

The wife made a fuss, saying that her husband fell into a river when he was a child and was afraid of the water. He has never been to the river in twenty years. Someone must have murdered him."

After saying that, he fell silent.

Yan Jue said: "These two incidents have one thing in common."

"What?"

Glancing at Fang Hongzhao, he reminded: "Both of them died of the fear in their hearts."

Fang Hong was enlightened and said, "You are saying that the backlash of evil spells is caused by psychological effects." She suddenly stood up, "In other words, you have a solution!"

Yan Jie was speechless. What he feared in his heart might not be that easy.

There was a knock on the door outside the house, and You Jiang came in with the last bit of coolness in the season and said, "City Lord."

Yanjue struggled for a while, and Fang Hongzhao immediately helped him sit up. "Senior brother, have they made arrangements?"

"Don't worry, City Lord, we have moved to a safe place."

He nodded, "There is one more thing I need to entrust to you."

You Jiang was a little surprised by such a serious matter, "City Lord, please tell me."

He took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to him, "Check it according to the above, and you must find the evidence before the heavenly sacrifice."

You Jiang was holding back, but he hesitated to speak. In the end, he could only clasp his fists: "I know this."

"You go back first."

"yes."

After the door closed, Yanjue asked, "Where is Mo Shuruo?"

"Oh, her." Fang Hongzhao said immediately, "She was afraid that the guards would find out. She just said hello and went back to the Emperor Wa Palace." After that, he added, "Of course, it's also possible that she was afraid that you would see her.

Worried. By the way, what did you ask You Jiang to check just now?"

"You will know tomorrow." He leaned quietly by the couch, his lips were pale, and his face looked like he was going to faint at any moment, "Hongdrill, give me the peach blossom soul."

Fang Hongzhao quickly took out a box from his pocket and handed it to him, unsure: "Are you going to enter the illusion cracking now?"

Yan Jue folded his palms to cover the peach blossom soul, gathered energy in his hands, and said without fear, "There is no time, I will get rid of the backlash as soon as possible. Remember what I said, no matter what happens, you must protect Mo Shuruo

wait me back."

"At this time, don't worry about anything else. You have to know that you are helpless in the illusion mirror, and none of us can help you! If you are not sure about your life or death, you will probably sleep in the illusion forever. You have to think clearly.

." The power of backlash breaks away from the control of the entity and has devastating damage to people's spiritual will. No matter how strong he is on the surface, deep down he will have weaknesses that he is not aware of.

Yanjue closed her eyes, "I know what I'm doing, just go ahead."

Helpless, Fang Hongzhao had no choice but to exit. As soon as the door opened, she saw Mo Shuruo standing by the steps. Fang Hongzhao quickly closed the door and pulled her out of the hospital, "You heard it all."

Mo Shuruo sniffed and said, "Yes."

"I'll tell him what you said. In these few hours, he should be able to relax and deal with the backlash. You can't help it by staying here, otherwise he should go back first."

She shook her head and refused, "I can't leave. The world created by Peach Blossom Soul is unpredictable. This time it is to ward off evil spirits. I don't know what dangers there are." She suddenly thought, "Can I accompany him?" She raised a pair of hands.

Hazy tearful eyes, full of longing, "Just like the last time he entered my nightmare..."

Fang Hongzhao shook his head, "Last time it was your nightmare that caused trouble. There was no danger if others entered. But this time the blood evil backfires. It is a man-made spell. If anyone else enters, they will be hit."

Mo Shuruo was helpless and said passively: "I can only wait..."

I don't know what he saw, what he was suffering from, what difficulties he encountered, and I couldn't help him, I could only wait without knowing the deadline.

"Shu Ruo..." Seeing her dejected look, Fang Hongzhi felt sorry for her. "Although the backlash is powerful, you can use the peach blossom soul to enter the illusion and you will be protected. Don't worry, nothing will happen. No matter how difficult it is, it will be great."

, the city lord will not give up so easily, you have to believe in him!"

Mo Shuruo nodded, as long as someone said it, she was willing to believe it.

After returning to Wahuang Palace, not long after that, the genius shone slightly, and the distant bells of Zhurong Temple rang.

Wearing a silver crown and a purple robe, Mo Shuruo was carried to Zhurong Temple in a sedan chair. People crowded in from behind, and they were anxious all the way.

Today, almost all the Miao people came out in full force, kneeling and worshiping along the way.

In the past two days, the Butterfly Blood Gu incident has become a big deal, and more and more people have died. The people are deeply poisoned, so how can they not be afraid? I only hope that the higher-ups can find a solution.

On the temple grounds, there is a blazing fire on the sacrificial platform.

On the throne, there was still just a strange woman with a stiff face sitting there. Mo Shuruo had the impression in her memory that Yin Sa herself looked like a ten-year-old child. She looked around and found no trace of Yin Sa. She stepped on the altar.

Just after standing still on the stairs, the bells rang again. The old high priest wore a horn bone on his head and walked up to the altar with a skull staff. He was dressed in different clothes, with totems painted on his face. Colorful streamers fluttered in the wind. The copper on the staff
To be continued...