Yin Candle, that is, the Yin Candle, the Yin Fish under the coffin of the Huangquan River.

At this time, a ray of soul turned into the appearance of a scholar.

Standing outside the Mangshu Village outside Kyoto, licking her lips and looking delighted, whispering "Finished".

He lifted his foot into the village.

A slight sound came.

It was the mulberry trees that were as tall as a house trembling.

Each mulberry leaf slowly turned towards him as the candle moved.

The square formation was like a cemetery of ceremonies on the military parade.

This strange scene did not attract Yin Zhu's attention at all. His smile was strong, his steps were steady, neither hurry nor slow, and each step seemed to have been measured, with the same size.

"What are you doing?" The black man who had stopped Chen Feng before took a rake and pointed it at the candle.

There are cow dung weeds hanging on the rake, and the hot smell has not yet dissipated.

"Here I'm here to collect the bill." Yin Zhu's nose frowned, smelling the smell, and his tone was calm.

"What account should I collect?" The big man tightened his rake, took a step forward, and stopped the Yin Candle from going.

"It's so much nonsense." Yin Zhu stepped lightly, and he didn't see how he moved. The rake suddenly caught fire and rushed along the wooden pole toward the big man's hands.

Do you think the big man is stupid?

He held the fire rake and jumped up and down, swayed around, but didn't know how to let go.

The strange thing is that this man did not quarrel or shout, and let the fire spread throughout his body.

It won't take a moment, the fire receded.

A coke man with a black and charred hair and rake in his rake stood there, motionless.

Yin Zhu snorted coldly, shook his head, as if he was smiling bitterly, and as if he was laughing.

He crossed the Coke Man and continued to move forward, slowly disappearing into the night.

The mulberry leaves turning towards him were like losing the pull of a magnet, layer by layer, tree by tree, orderly turning the natural leaf posture.

for a long time.

The coke sounded softly.

Like the sound of an egg breaking its shell, it goes from loose to dense.

The coke man had black shells on the rake, peeling off layer by layer, revealing green green onions.

The black man shook, and came from the greenery.

The man was connected to the rake, and it turned out to be a piece of mulberry wood with a human shape.

He shook his head and continued to patrol the village with a rake.

It's like everything that happened before, it's just a dream that I'll forget.

If Chen Feng had opened his eyes earlier, he would have discovered this abnormality.

Unfortunately, eye-blocking is a passive skill, not an active skill.

If you have nothing to do, you will be open to your eyes and blindly glance at Kiel.

At that time, Chen Feng opened his eyes to look at the tomb, and saw the fierce concealment of the original body of Liuli, and almost blinded. After that, Chen Feng felt a shadow in his heart. Don’t look at it if you have nothing to do.

Sometimes, it is not necessarily a good thing to be clear in front of you. If the water is clear, there will be no fish.

Yinzhu walked forward, neither too fast nor too slow.

While admiring the grass and trees in Mangshu Village, there seems to be a trance of memories in my eyes.

"It's still a familiar smell." Yin Zhu opened his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath and held it in, and after a long breath of turbid air was released.

He stood outside Chang Chun's house, took a deep breath, gently pushed open the half-closed courtyard door, and looked at the figures of the old and young as one integrated into the window paper.

Yin Zhu's mouth subconsciously curled up, "Catching the insect, I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, but you still like to direct and act and play with people. Are you tired of?"

In the house, above the earthen kang.

The old man Chang Chun, who is so old that he can't walk, is sweating profusely and working hard.

The young wife of his family was covered with fresh whip marks and was tied with dense ropes, unable to move.

The patterns made up of these ropes are like mulberry trees densely buried underground.

"My, mine, life is my man, death is my ghost." Chang Chun's eyes were scarlet, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he grabbed and roared. His body trembled, and he trembled again. His whole person was like a balloon leaking. He could see his weight loss around the naked eye and slowly fell on the earthen kang.

"Born." The young wife pushed away Chang Chun, who was like a dead pig, without any worries. Her body tightened, and with the sound of a bang, the rope on her body fell into the ground.

She half-lying up, touching the fresh scars on her body, and scraping a layer of flesh with her fingers with interest, stuffing her mouth to suck.

She looked worried, drooping her eyebrows, frowned and smiled, as if she was born with a submissive temperament.

She looked out the window and smiled through the corner of her mouth, "I just saw Yang Ming, and I saw Yin Zhuan again. This Yin and Yang Fire Spirit gathered in the Sangshu Village. Is Fusang Shenmu going to be resurrected?"

Outside the window.

Yinzhu looked at each other from afar, talking through the window, "Catching the insects, Fusang divine wood has long been destroyed, and now only the remaining wood is left waiting for the dead wood to spring in this mulberry village. As for whether he can be resurrected, you and I know it in your heart. This time I come, I just want to take Yang Ming away, don't refuse to admit it. You know, I am one with Yang Ming Yin and Yang, and whether she is there or not, I naturally know."

"I haven't seen my old friend for many years, why not go into the house to talk about the past? We should have supported each other." The cuckold shaved the new wound on his body, and turned to the sword, pierced Chang Chun's ribs hard, lifting his soft body in front of him, with a fun in his eyes.

Chang Chun was completely unaware of the pain, and he felt like he had overdose of anesthetic in his body, and he was still murmured in his mouth, "Life is my man, death is my ghost."

Yin Zhu shook her head, her tone was neither happy nor sad, "If you hadn't cut the main branch of the divine tree with Chaos back then, how could the Void Beast have a chance..."

A sneer broke Yin Zhu's words.

The cuckold man smiled and said, "If it weren't for me, you two would have freedom? If it weren't for me, could you have called the wind and rain later?"

"Yes, I'll ask you for your blessing." The hatred flashed in Yin Zhu's eyes flashed, "You cut Yang Ming and I into two parts, and almost died in that battle."

There was a long period of peace in the window.

Then a sigh, and the slightly lost voice of the worm-catching man sounded, "What's the use of saying that? In terms of it, our entire Fusang system has been plotted by the void beast. I have also cut off my foundation and fell into this secular world to water the remaining Fusang trees, and wait for His dead trees to spring, just to be atone for sins."

"Atonement?" Yin Zhu's mouth was full of disdain, "Are you done redeeming? Pilling living people and watering them with yang energy. Can the way of heaven be bullied?"

"The way of heaven cannot be deceived, so..." The cuckold man pushed open the window, rested his arms on the edge of the window, and smiled and said to Yinzhu: "So let's water you and Yangming."

Yin Zhu raised his eyebrows, took a step back, and thought for a while, and realized in his eyes, and said in horror: "Didn't you want to wait for the Fusang divine wood to come to spring, do you want to refine Him?"

"That's right, stupid fish."

"Eat two fish with yin and yang, and you will suffer a loss to catch the insect man and place the bait himself."

"Since you want to be united with Yang Ming so much, you will be satisfied."

Three different sounds gathered in three different directions.

A figure floated in the dark, and three people appeared.

One person, covered with black robe, covered with mask on his face, only his eyes were exposed.

One person, with a heavy face, a beard on his face, and a sad face, as if his parents had died.

One person is six feet tall, with a tangled muscles and a rebellious face.

……………………

Who are the three?

The leader of the digger, respected the servant.

The small flag of the Demon Slaying Hall, Lin Xiaomu.

The Nandou Department is called the Soul Master, Qisha No. 2.

Yin Zhu was in a panic at the beginning, and a little frowned.

"Don't work hard, a wisp of soul wants to contact me? I'm afraid it's a delusion." The cuckold jumped out of the window and blocked Yin Zhu's retreat with the other three.

The servant held the bird cage in his hand, and there was a single-bearded red koi with a sluggish coma in the cage.

He shook the bird cage, an invisible net covering the world, and this Changchun courtyard isolated from the inside and outside, becoming an independent small space.

"You..." Yin Zhu stared at the servant, thinking that how dare you walk as Huangquan? Then he thought, since he was here, he would seem a little idiotic to say this.

The servant seemed to see through what Yin Zhu thought, and laughed at him, "I am not taken seriously by the Lord."

"I understand, you are the one who was the void monster that was messed with Yin and Yang back then." Yin Zhu's face gradually became solemn, and he turned to the other two, "Where are you, why?"

Lin Xiaomu touched the beard on his face and was too lazy to pay attention to it.

Qisha No. 2 pinched his fingers, shook his neck, and laughed, "I just want to eat sashimi. Is this reason enough?"

Yin Zhu shook his head, his eyes sarcastically, "I can guess it if I don't say it. Just you, I also want to refine the spiritual charm of Fusang remnants? How dare you?"

Before everyone could respond, he shook his head and added: "I have been to the ruins of the sword furnace and deduced the cause and effect. From the so-called demon market to the gambling house and then to the sword furnace, such a large formation is for my soul and Yang Ming's remaining body? What you plan to refine the remaining spiritual charm is probably much more than this."

"So what, so what, no? I'll tell you when I cut your original body into the pot in the future." Qisha No. 2 called out "take action" and took the lead.

He pinched his hands and almost made a afterimage.
To be continued...