Against the World Evil Venerable

"Oh?" Mie Canglan tilted his body with his hands behind his back, and looked forward through Hanshan Yezhong's shoulder. He could only see a dim fire.

The air was still full of sticky water vapor, and a small breeze tremblingly brushed over everyone's faces.Mie Canglan took a light breath, feeling a trace of free blood penetrate into his nose, and the sound of weak breathing trembled in his ears.

It was as if there was a dying person behind Hanshan Yezhong, struggling to make a hoarse panting sound like rubbing against a sand wall.

Hanshan Yezhong kept his fingers touching his lips, and then moved his body towards the other people, before he hooked his fingers towards Mie Canglan and walked forward.

Mie Canglan turned her head and glanced at Lie Qingyang, while Qingluo grabbed the boy's skirt tightly, trying to come up and hug her brother, but stood there with her eyes wide open in fear of something.

"Canglan..." Lie Qingyang's lips were a little pale, and the territory of the Hanshan League was filled with a strange evil spirit, which seemed to be the dead breath of the underworld and the bloody blood after the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood had rotted into pieces, which had already killed his body. suppressed for a long time.

Mie Canglan's face was frosty, he suddenly smiled and nodded, then turned around and followed Hanshan Yezhong.Lie Qingyang knew what he meant by lightly hooking his fingers behind his back, which was to keep a distance between him and Qingluo, and not to get too close to that weird cold mountain night bell.

And Mie Canglan himself followed closely beside Hanshan Yezhong, as if walking into a dangerous encirclement alone.

The four lone travelers stopped at the center of the entrance, tightly holding on to the narrow passage, and everyone's eyes were gloomy like hungry nighthawks.

Walking into the center of this cave, Mie Canglan looked around, and saw neat tables and chairs under the dim yellow rough cave walls. The lacquered red round tables and chairs were clean and shiny, and they must have been carefully wiped every day. .

But that color is like the color of blood mixed with loess, and it looks full of deep lifelessness.

Mie Canglan turned his head coldly, and saw a row of seven soft red lanterns hanging on the ceiling, the thin breeze was not enough to shake them, but these lanterns were shaking faintly, as if one of them was invisible His hand nudged and moaned lazily and plaintively.

The furnishings in front of me are like a well-equipped room with tables, chairs and lights, but it's just placed in this desolate cave, no matter how you look at it, it feels weird.

The Hanshan Night Bell suddenly stopped. At this time, he and Mie Canglan had already penetrated into the center of the cave, and there was a tall rectangular box in front of it. From a distance, only a slightly misty silhouette could be seen. .

"Master Mie, please come closer." Hanshan Yezhong stepped up the steps on the edge of the box, gently stroking the strange white mist, and did not look at Mie Canglan when he spoke, but focused on the movements of his hands , the gaze was so gentle that it was about to drip water.

Mie Canglan stood on the other side of the Hanshan Night Bell, looking down diagonally across from it.I saw that the rectangular box in front of me was a huge coffin, the edges and corners had been polished and smoothed by the long-term corrosion of the fog, and the tentacles were full of wet water droplets.The mist was extremely cold and had a sense of poisonous corrosion, as if it was made of countless tiny white bugs.

Hanshan Yezhong looked up to see Mie Canglan's movement of stroking the coffin, his lips curled up to reveal some white teeth, and he pushed his hand and exerted force in the direction of Mie Canglan.

An extremely sharp rubbing sound pierced the breeze, and Mie Canglan withdrew his hand like lightning, just not being cut by the coffin lid that was pushed down suddenly.The Hanshan night bell only pushed once, and the lid of the entire coffin was lifted in one go, and a large cloud of pale mist gushed out.

A strong sour smell almost cut off Mie Canglan's breath, he immediately raised his finger to cut through a thin mist of blood, hugged his body to calm the blood in his body, and then leaned over to look into the coffin.

In the white mist, Mie Canglan saw the corpse of a young man lying inside, with his hands crossed on his lower abdomen, his face covered with frost was serene and serene, as if immersed in a sweet dreamland.

But his body was already as hard as iron, layers of frost had frozen the folds of his robe into sharp arcs.

Hanshan Yezhong almost put half of his body into the coffin, and gently scraped off the ice on the surface of the corpse, like caressing a child's delicate face, and whispered with a low smile, "Did you sleep well? Xue'er, are you sleeping?" How are you..."

That man who looked like a madman who had lost his mind was speaking in a softer tone than any normal person.

Mie Canglan leaned forward, but saw that the face of the corpse gradually peeled off, revealing a clear appearance.A gust of storm whizzed past his heart, and Mie Canglan couldn't help but speak slightly like a cold wind, "This is... Han Xuefei?"

"I'm sorry." Hanshan Yezhong grinned again, his white teeth looked like animal teeth that urgently needed to chew something, "This is my son...he has been sleeping like this, and he didn't know he woke up when the distinguished guest came... "

Mie Canglan raised his sword eyebrows, as if ice had frozen all his facial features, and suddenly smiled slightly, "I see." He gently stretched out his hand across the hard lines of the corpse, and suddenly felt an increasingly vicious aura , is being revealed from the deepest part of this huge coffin.

"Hmm..." Mie Canglan squinted his eyes, only to see Han Shan Yezhong reaching out to push his chest, and backing away with him with a smile.

"The time has come." Hanshan Yezhong looked at the zenith, and those faintly floating soft red lanterns shook a bit more, as if they were suddenly thrown into the howling wind.

A drop of cold liquid suddenly fell onto Mie Canglan's forehead, and quickly slid down like a small snake.Mie Canglan immediately raised his hand to wipe it, only to see a drop of bright red blood shining tremblingly on his fingertips.

Before I could think about it, I heard the sound of heavy rain pouring down from the zenith suddenly.Mie Canglan took a step back to build up his qi, but Hanshan Yezhong looked at the raindrops of blood in front of him without moving, his face had been beaten bright red, almost covering up that pale smile.

I saw the splashing rain of blood pouring down from the soft red lantern on the zenith, accurately falling into the huge coffin, turning the white mist into red.Splashes of blood sprayed out continuously, hitting the area around the coffin in a blood-red arc.

Mie Canglan narrowed her eyes, looked back at the pale Lie Qingyang who was holding Qingluo, shook her head to stop him from moving forward.

He could feel a poisonous and strange evil spirit spraying out from the blood rain, and the clear bodies like Lie Qingyang and Qingluo couldn't bear it.

These two people, Mie Canglan didn't want them to suffer any harm.

I saw red from the bottom of the cold white coffin, fluctuating waves of blood gradually filled the whole coffin, and the white mist also turned into a vivid blood red.The pungent sour smell wafted across his face, and even Mie Canglan, who had passed through the ghostly land of the underworld, couldn't help but cover his nose lightly, and frowned to suppress his mind.

The rain of blood dripped rapidly, like beating a drumbeat that was about to break apart.Just when Mie Canglan's red pupils shot out the coldest and dangerous light, the blood rain stopped suddenly, and a few remaining blood threads broke and fell from the lantern, and the chaotic rain finally stopped.

Hanshan Yezhong gently rubbed his palms, stepped on the ground and walked forward, making a creaking and sticky sound from the soles of his feet rubbing against each other.I saw him standing beside the bloody coffin, beckoning to Mie Canglan with a smile, "Master Mie, come here."

"Canglan!" "Brother..." Suddenly hearing two calls from behind, Mie Canglan, who was about to leave, straightened his back, as if being struck in the heart by those two warm voices.And in front of him was the pale face of Hanshan Yezhong, who seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and that strange man was stretching out his thin, eagle-clawed hands to gently wipe away the blood splashed on his face.

Mie Canglan narrowed her eyes, turned her head and said softly, "What's wrong?"

"Brother, don't go there..." Qingluo's face was pale, she grabbed Lie Qingyang's skirt and bit her lower lip, and said, "It's too weird, that guy..."

The "Thousand Lishuanghua" on Lie Qingyang's back glowed with layers of powder-like silver light, staring at Mie Canglan ready to move, and shook his head heavily.

"You don't have to worry." Mie Canglan stretched out a finger sideways and shook it, and stridingly stood beside the coffin without looking at the two people, "I always have a chance to explain to others, don't I? "

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