"It was you who killed the fourth child, it was you who killed him! It was you!"

"Everyone get out of here."

The swarming little gods were slapped against the stone wall by Yan Song before they even got close to Zimo.

"Don't hurt them..."

Zi Mo forced herself to stand up. The little gods glared at her. Zi Mo slowly said: "He is under a curse. If you get close to him and are infected, you will be like him..."

"Nonsense, the fourth child was fine when he went out, but we only saw you stabbing him to death with a whip! You were resentful of us last time, but this time you killed him. When you killed him, you actually killed a god! We

I want to report to other priests and arrest you, the sinner who killed gods..."

Zimo was exhausted from the fight with the little god in yellow coat just now, and now she couldn't even speak. She swallowed the little god's accusations one by one, but she no longer had the strength to refute.

"You guys are so noisy." Yan Song's eyes narrowed and he stared at the few minions in front of him. The spiritual power in his hands was running, and the lives of these little gods were not guaranteed.

"Let...them...go..." Zi Mo hugged Yan Song tightly, not letting him have the slightest chance to make a move. She didn't slowly let go until she saw the little gods running out of sight and could no longer be seen.

Suddenly everything went dark.

When he woke up, Zi Mo stared at the clothes on his body for a long time. The one that was torn into strips of cloth during the fight had been replaced. Now he had changed into a red silk skirt, and the black robe on his body was still there.

"Master Wu Ming, you're awake, I'm going to tell the master in black right now!" She just saw Qian Guan's shadow disappearing in the blink of an eye, and she couldn't help but feel empty in her heart.

She raised her hands and kicked her legs, and most of her body recovered. She probably borrowed the spiritual power from Yan Song's body to heal. This was the second time that the little King of Hell was implicated, she said with a wry smile.

Qian Guan dragged Yan Song over.

"Master Wu Ming, you just said that the little god was under a curse? Is that why you killed him? Will he hurt others? What is that curse?"

"Water Curse." Yan Song said calmly.

She glanced at Yan Song in surprise.

"Five thousand years ago, evil spirits were rampant. Anyone infected by the evil spirit had a watery curse on their body. When the spell takes effect in the future, they will become evil spirits."

After Yan Song finished speaking, he took off the black robe from her without any courtesy, and with a backhand flip, it fell on him.

Zi Mo sneezed three times in a row. However, she did not expect that Yan Song also knew about the evil that happened that year. She continued: "I didn't expect that the evil appeared again, and it was still in such a remote corner. There must be something in it.

Weird."

"I also want to know this question." Yan Song rarely stood on the same side as her.

"What do you mean? I don't understand. What you mean is that there were evil spirits causing chaos five thousand years ago. Then why did evil spirits suddenly appear at that time? Could it be that someone deliberately released it? It's so vicious." Qian Qian

The officer held his face and said with a confused expression.

There was silence.

She didn't know how to answer. The evil that happened thousands of years ago was indeed caused by her. When she thought of this, she hated that she didn't have any ability now and that she couldn't do anything because of her low magic power.

She tried to adjust the spiritual power in her body, but the glimmer of light on her hand quickly dissipated. The small amount of magic power was now even more pitiful, and it dissipated faster every time she used it.

By the way, Wuming Palace.

Fortunately, there is a small temple here. Although the incense I get is very little, there is a little magic power when I offer it, and it will always add up to a lot.

She hadn't been to the small temple for a long time. Maybe the incense altar was full of incense now, and the prayers of believers were all piled up in a thick pile waiting for her to deal with. She thought to herself.

Anyway, I am in good health now, so I might as well go now.

She jumped off the bed and said, "I heard Uncle Fang calling you Qianguan again. Go and see what's wrong."

"Why didn't I hear...it seemed like no one called me..."

"Listen carefully again. Go quickly, in case Uncle Fang comes to see you for something important." Qian Guan nodded and ran out immediately.

"What did you want to say when you took him out?" Yan Song looked at her.

"I'm going to the Wuming Palace in Fengcheng. I must go immediately without delay. If you don't worry, I will go secretly. In short, you can't lock me up and you can't control me."

"If you don't weigh yourself, you'll just run out looking for death if you're injured. When the time comes, don't come to me if you want to live or die. If you want to get out, just get away."

Zi Mo originally thought that Yan Song would repeatedly stop her from leaving Bei Yin, but she didn't expect that even the little King of Hell would start to break the jar. Her jar was so broken that no one wanted to take care of it.

A wry smile flashed in my heart.

"come over."

She was about to leave when suddenly a hand from behind took her from the waist, and she was easily brought into Yan Song's arms. Before she could react, she saw Yan Song lowering his head. She could feel the deep breathing of the little King of Hell.

Voltage is very similar to her frequency.

A soft and gentle kiss.

Her breathing seemed to be blocked, and she could hardly feel any breath coming in and out. The kiss lasted for a long time, and her face was so hot that she felt that her face must have turned red. On the verge of being suffocated to death, Little Hell finally let go

Opened her.

Yan Song's eyes indicated that she could leave.

When her face returned to its usual color, the spiritual power in her body was also full to the extreme. From the time she came out of the mountain to now, she has never been so full. Waves of higher and higher spiritual power are constantly circling, and it seems that they are about to spurt out anytime and anywhere.

.

Little Hell had spent a lot of money this time to lend her so much spiritual power. In order to repay Little Hell, she decided to come back early.

There are eight incense sticks on the incense altar. Compared with last time, it is not bad, and it is quite popular.

Zi Mo twisted some incense ash in her hand, snapped her fingers, and eight prayers slowly rose in the white smoke. This time it was easy to do, and she was able to get seven of them in just one stick of incense.

The eighth prayer was covered with three wisps of white smoke. She read the dense text two or three times before she understood the whole story. The person who came to pray was an old man, and he asked for his one-eyed son Xiaocheng to come home as soon as possible.

It turns out that as early as a month ago, Xiao Cheng went to Lingcheng alone and has not returned home until now. The old man has been dreaming about his son Xiao Cheng's misfortune for the past few days, and his hair turned gray overnight.

Lingcheng and Fengcheng were very close to each other. She originally wanted to build a few temples in Lingcheng, but unfortunately she didn't have much money at the time, so she could only manage to build a "Wu Ming Temple".

In this case, a trip to Lingcheng would not only bring people back, but also maybe build a few more small temples. She planned to leave as soon as she said so.

She used the flying technique, but it was wobbly and unstable in the air. She almost fell off if she tilted it a little. She couldn't remember many of the spells for thousands of years, and they were not smooth and awkward to use.

After finally stabilizing her balance, she stumbled on her left foot and fell from the sky.

There were not many people on the street. A flag was placed in an inconspicuous corner of Lingcheng, with the word "congee" flying high. A middle-aged woman with a face as small as the eye of a needle patted her thin lips up and down and said: "

Porridge is given every day, so don’t wait in line, there’s plenty of porridge for everyone.”

But no one listened to her, everyone gathered around and pushed and pushed her. She picked up a large spoon and banged it randomly to make everyone pay attention to order.

Everyone suddenly stopped shouting.

A ball of something dark and unwinter fell from the sky, just happened to hook on the banner, and suddenly crushed the banner to the ground. The people standing behind the banner quickly moved out of the way, thus avoiding the bad luck of being knocked down.

When everyone gathered around, they saw clearly that it was a man in a red silk skirt, lying motionless on the ground.

"I'm telling you, girl, if you want to drink porridge, you can queue up at the back, and you don't have to risk your life just to jump in line." An old man holding a big bowl snorted from his nose, "You're blocking my way, don't do it."

Just lie down and pretend to be dead, and wait in line at the back."

After saying that, the old man handed the bowl to the thin-mouthed woman in charge of the spoon. After getting a large bowl of hot porridge, he left happily. The others seemed to be invisible to the people on the ground, queuing up to get the porridge.

Zi Mo turned over and wiped the dirt off her face. When she sat up, most of the people had already dispersed.

A woman with a thin mouth walked towards her, holding half a bowl of white porridge in her hand, "Girl, take it, you came too late and there is only so much left. If you don't have enough, there is nothing I can do, so hurry up and leave."

Zi Mo raised his head and glanced at the woman. The half bowl of porridge was in her hand in a daze.

Before she could speak, the thin-mouthed woman said again: "After you finish the porridge, come with me. I have some other food for you. I won't let a beautiful girl like you go hungry. You are such a handsome girl. I

I felt happy after seeing it.”

She calmed down and finally understood the situation in front of her. She wanted to thank the thin-mouthed woman kindly, but she couldn't stop the woman's enthusiasm at all, and she was pulled into a corner of the alley.

"Wait here for a while, I'll get you some snacks." In a blink of an eye, the woman disappeared at the end of the alley.

The people in Lingcheng were really kind-hearted. She felt warm in her heart. Although she didn't need this food at all, she still stood quietly waiting for the woman to come back.

"Hey, come on, come on, eat these for you." The thin-mouthed woman appeared out of nowhere, and when she came out, she had an extra piece of lotus leaf cake in her hand.

She handed the cake over and stared at Zi Mo motionlessly, which made Zi Mo feel nervous.

Zi Mo always felt that the woman was not smiling at her, but more like seeing something valuable. She silently held the cake in her hand and looked at the thin-mouthed woman without saying a word.

"Girl, why don't you eat? I'm not a bad person. I'm a good person here giving porridge every day. You can tell that you're an outsider at first glance. We in Lingcheng don't have many outsiders. The one who came last time was a foreigner.

Brother, he is as hungry, thirsty and shabby as you are, and I gave him food and drink."

The woman's eyes sparkled.

The more Zi Mo thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. She intuitively told her that the foreign boy mentioned by the woman was the one-eyed boy she was looking for. She rolled her eyes and asked: "Kind sister, what does that foreign boy look like? Is he good-looking?"

"

"It's good-looking, but I'm just blind in one eye... But it doesn't affect the whole appearance at least, otherwise I wouldn't have found him..."

As she was talking, the woman suddenly stopped talking and smiled coquettishly: "Look, I'm starting to talk nonsense now that I'm old... Eat it quickly, the lotus leaf cake is almost cold."

Looking at the cake in his hand, Zi Mo had an idea in his mind.

"Of course I'll eat it, I'm almost starving to death..." As she said this, she swallowed the lotus leaf cake into her stomach in several mouthfuls, then pursed her lips and looked at the woman with a simple and honest look on her face.

She could clearly see the woman's eyes changing from surprise to expectation to doubt.

"How did you..." The woman narrowed her eyes and looked at her doubtfully.

She sneered and said: "Why is it different from what you thought, right? According to you, should I faint and fall to the ground immediately, or should I be delirious?"


Chapter completed!