"Qianguan!"

Zi Mo shouted his name loudly, but he could only hear the people inside crying like crazy without any response. A man suddenly ran out of the black mist. His whole body was blood red and his eyes were cloudy. He turned out to be Qian Guan.

There were no wounds on Qianguan's body, but his eyes were red and swollen from crying. With a plop, he knelt at Yan Song's feet and said hoarsely: "Please, Lord in black, please save my brother. He blocked the black thing for me. He is about to die."

Almost dead..."

Yan Song pulled Qian Guan back, and the black fog gradually dispersed, and the puppet master walked out of the fog. He walked steadily, looked at the ground with bright eyes, knelt on the ground with a plop as he walked, and took a breath

Blood spurted out, and the doll next to him was dyed bright red.

When he raised his lowered head, the Puppet Master's eyes were incompatible with the blood stains all over his body. His eyes were firm and he said: "I'm not dead yet. What can a mere Yang family do to me..."

"Even if the gods want me to die, I can't die... Those damn Taoist priests tortured me and made me kneel before the supreme gods to apologize... I destroyed the statues with my own hands, and I stepped on their beliefs and set them on fire.

Everyone died hahaha..."

It turns out it was made by the puppet master, Zi Mo thought to himself.

In her nightmare, she noticed the cracks in the statue. She originally thought it was due to the Taoist priest's neglect of management and repairs, until the day the statue collapsed, she saw the metallic luster and a copper nail among the rubble in the hall.

This matter has been buried in her heart. Over time, she forgot about it, but she did not expect that the puppet master when she was a child had tampered with the statue. It turned out that it was not an accident. The copper nails driven into the statue were the statue.

The real cause of the collapse.

The puppeteer knelt on the ground and started talking nonsense, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Brother! Brother!" Qian Guan was dragged down by Yan Song. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape Yan Song's imprisonment. He could only watch the puppet master kneeling on the ground and exhaling weakly.

Yang's move failed, so it transformed into countless black masses that penetrated everywhere. It roared beside everyone, wailing endlessly, and seemed to be rolling in endless carnival. Its laughter almost became the shadow of Zi Mo.

"Ms. Yang, I trapped you for three to five years and tortured you for fun. Now I'm tired of having fun. Let's go to hell together, hahaha..." After that, the puppeteer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and picked up the blood.

The lanterns were placed on the ground, and all the dolls immediately started howling.

Zi Mo stared at the puppets worriedly, but they did not seem to go completely crazy, but meekly obeyed the puppet master's control. The puppet master only ordered the puppets to attack the erratic Yang, and the puppets turned a blind eye to the three of them.

Yan Song used You Guan as a barrier, and the little King of Hell stretched out his arms to bring her and Qianguan into the barrier. She saw this dispute in her eyes, but she didn't know what it felt like. To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied.

It all has to end eventually.

Until everything was still, You Guan was put into Yan Song's waist. Qian Guan rushed out of the barrier and threw himself at the puppet master on the ground. By then, Yang's soul was gone and the puppet master was covered in blood. He leaned on the rag and vomited out the last words in a shallow voice.

A hint of breath.

The puppeteer gently raised his hand and the lantern slipped from his wrist. Qianguan sat next to the puppeteer and put the lantern into the puppeteer's arms with red eyes, "Take your things, I saved you once outside the pavilion.

, you just blocked Yang for me once, we don’t owe anyone anything anymore, don’t pretend to be dead and get up quickly..."

The puppet master looked at the lantern in his arms and suddenly put it on his palm to look at it carefully. This move made Zi Mo more wary of him.

The lantern, this evil magical weapon, is related to the lives of too many people, whether it is a spectator who is swallowed up and becomes a puppet, or a prisoner in the Star Pavilion.

The Puppet Master suddenly smiled, and a gleam of spiritual light condensed in his hand. The lantern was instantly shattered in his palm, and the once powerful magic weapon was now thrown to the ground like powder.

"This broken lantern has caused me so much misery. I have been without a father or a mother since I was a child. I am not favored by the gods and am not liked by people. My life has been miserable enough. I don't want this broken lantern anymore."

The moment the lantern went out, the dolls were startled and stopped one after another. Slowly, the expressions of all the dolls began to improve. I believe that it won't be long before the swallowed dolls will return to their original state.

The puppet master's behavior surprised Zi Mo, and she couldn't help but look at the puppet master twice. During the nightmare in her heart, she and Yan Song were just passers-by. They came and went in a hurry, and those experiences were all

They are all the puppet master’s living past.

The only true past of the puppet master is himself. Sometimes she forgets that the puppet master is also a boy, only one month older than Qian Guan.

Qian Guan hugged Yan Song's thigh and begged Yan Song to save his brother, but he only received a cold assertion, "He is at the end of his life and can't survive."

Qian Guan wiped the puppet master's face with his sleeves, and the fair boy in white appeared in front of him again. The puppet master looked at Qian Guan and said: "Don't cry, I already knew that I wouldn't live long, I pooped so much

It won’t be a loss if I die with you... You said last time that your Changping flowers are very beautiful, and they bloom even during the Qingming Festival..."

Before he finished speaking, the puppet master's smile was forever frozen on his face, and his warm brows were like a bright young man under the flowers, but this young man was gone and would never come back.

"As long as the flowers bloom, the Qingming will appear... the Qingming will appear..." Qianguan murmured to himself, covering the puppet master's blood-red clothes with his hands.

Gradually, his hands were empty, and the people in his arms scattered into little lights and flew into the stage. Qianguan stretched out his hands to grab nothing, but found nothing. He got up from the ground and chased into the stage without giving up. When he came back, he opened his palms.

With a tiny wisp of soul energy in his hand, he caught the last trace of my brother's existence. After a moment, the soul energy flow transformed into a white butterfly, which flew around Qian Guan affectionately.

"This wisp of soul energy is the last remnant of his soul. It didn't dissipate and turned into other living beings. It seems that the puppet master still has some attachment to this world."

After Zi Mo finished speaking, she stretched out her hand, and the white butterfly landed on her fingertips. "This white butterfly is really timid. It can't move in my hand. It's better to be more active in your hand." The white butterfly flew obediently.

Enter the hands of thousands of officials.

The swallowed doll returned to adulthood, and hundreds of people in the Zhanxing Pavilion were also rescued. As expected, the one-eyed Xiaocheng was also in the Zhanxing Pavilion. As soon as he ran out of the room, he kowtowed to Zimo three times.

The people in Lingcheng regained consciousness, and when the lantern was broken, the blood-stained influence on Lingcheng suddenly faded away. People in Lingcheng were still frightened, and their gratitude to their saviors was deep in their hearts.

Since then, there have been four or five more temples in Lingcheng. The plaques bear the names of Master Wuming and Master Qianguan. Whether on the street or outside the bamboo forest, there is always an endless stream of pilgrims entering and leaving the temple.

When Zi Mo took Xiao Cheng back to Fengcheng, Wuming Temple was full of people. At that moment, she thought she had gone to the wrong temple. Sparse crowds were her normal state, and overcrowding seemed a bit abnormal, and this small temple

It can't hold so many people.

These pilgrims were all the relatives and family members of the imprisoned people. They were grateful for Master Wu Ming's compassion and generosity. They specifically inquired about the great kindness of the gods who came here to pray. Seeing so many believers, she felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.

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Zi Mo hid behind the statue. She stared at each devout believer quietly. The incense altar gradually changed from nothing to ten incense sticks, twenty incense sticks, and hundreds of incense sticks.

The incense altar has been inserted into a dice, and the incense ashes inside are almost flying out of the altar. If one more incense candle is inserted, the incense altar will burst.

The stagnant consciousness in her body suddenly started to move. After checking, her consciousness was slowly recovering. Now with incense and belief, she already had three rays of consciousness. The spiritual moths couldn't bear the loneliness, and they came from the environment.

Lingli flew out to see the excitement of the people in the temple.

Yan Song and Qian Guan also hid behind the statue. Qian Guan seemed unhappy when he saw this lively scene. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came over him, and Qian Guan said dullly: "My spiritual power is also increasing, and some people are beginning to believe in me.

Already."

Back in Beiyin, the believers are washing away their dust. Qianguan has increased his spiritual power and is one step closer to the ascension ceremony. The Changping Flower Banquet is also close at hand. Counting the days, it will be here in three days. These are the days when the Changping Flowers are blooming.

In those days, Beyin was prosperous everywhere.

Qian Guan and Yan Song fought against each other. After the training, he suddenly ran to Zi Mo and said, "Don't gods protect the world? I don't know if my brother is a bad person, but I understand that as long as he has a little blessing, he will be blessed."

It wouldn’t be like this..."

Faced with this question, she remained silent.

"When I was in Lingcheng, I rescued Brother Ou outside Huiyue Pavilion. I used elixir to relieve his Qi. The first thing he said when he opened his eyes was to ask me..." Qian Guan swallowed more.

"Ask me what my purpose is in saving him."

"At that time, I still laughed at his strange idea. I carried him away from the ruins. I carried him for a whole day before he gave up my idea of ​​harming him." Qianguan held on to the Longlong scimitar tightly.

Since Qianguan's spiritual power has improved, his magical weapons have also become much more powerful. Zi Mo believes that it won't be long before Qianguan will truly become the main god of Beiyin, and he will be a god with a righteous heart.

Suddenly a white butterfly flew over and stopped on the Longlong knife. "Why are you flying here? This magic weapon has the power to hurt you." Qianguan put the knife away with his backhand. The white butterfly dodged timidly and flew away.

Into the flowers.

Since coming back, Qianguan has planted a large field of long flowers in the yard. The small flowers on the vines gradually changed from white to pink, and the fine flowers swayed in the fragrance of the flowers. The white butterfly landed in the flower stamens and was quickly covered by the petals.

"The little white butterfly likes to grow flowers very much."

Qian Guan suddenly thought of something, and said with firm eyes: "Master Wu Ming, I want to become a true god, and I will protect all the weak and kind people in the world."

Yan Song took Youguan and walked over. Qian Guan looked at Yan Song and suddenly said: "Master in black, are you right? Gods must uphold justice, support justice and protect kindness. I can only do it if I am strong enough."

Yan Song ignored Qian Guan without hearing anything. He never pays attention to these topics. He only cares about one thing, that is, Zi Mo must fulfill his promise and cannot go anywhere without his permission.

The Little King of Hell was right in front of him, and Zi Mo had a question in his mind that he wanted to ask him. As the Lord of the Ghost Realm, he had always been well-informed, so he might know this.

Zi Mo took out three or two fragments of scrolls from the big net. Ever since she got this in the lantern, this evil thing has been on her body.

She handed the fragment to Yan Song and asked: "Look at this. The puppet master's magic is exactly what is recorded above. These records are incomplete and seem to have been torn from a certain volume.

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These few broken pages alone are very evil. The completed dossier is definitely not a good thing. The puppet evil method is cruel and powerful. Both she and Yan Song almost fell into it. There must be detailed records in this dossier.

Use other crooked techniques.

Yan Song stared at the fragments and said carefully: "My ghost domain has never included such a murderous and poisonous file. I don't know where it came from, but..."

He looked at the last page of the fragment, and squeezed it harder and harder in his hand. He stared at it for a long time, and suddenly said calmly: "...It's nothing."

As soon as he finished speaking, he put the broken pages into his arms and left in a hurry.

It's really strange. Looking at the expression on the little King of Hell's face, I thought he knew something, but it turns out that even he doesn't know about this evil method. It seems that this thing is really not simple.

She didn't know how to say it, because after all, she had been isolated from the world for five thousand years, and she didn't know anything about the changes outside.
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