My brother carried the doomsday

Chapter 27
"Auntie, as everyone knows, I am only eighteen this year, and the whole country knows that the emperor is planning for your centenary birthday."

"Uncle, I can live for more than 1000 years now. After all, I am only less than ten years old. You are eight years older than Bao'er."

The two confront each other, neither will give way.

A look of "come on, hurt each other"
The two talked for a while, and suddenly they both felt boring, so they stopped at the same time.

Xia Yuan: "Let's get to the point, where are those people?"

Ning Bao: "They're all dead."

Xia Yuan:?
Ning Bao: "The higher the realm, the more powerful the inner demons, and you need a special state of mind opportunity to strengthen yourself so that you don't become enchanted. Once you become enchanted, it will be ten thousand years of cultivating the Tao, and your achievements will fall short.

However, the later the state of mind is strengthened, the more difficult it will be. I am in peace now and will not be affected, but after waiting for five hundred years, if I don’t take any action, the inner demon will kill me. Don’t think why You can escape without thinking, and the demon will not let anyone go.

Therefore, the vast majority of strong people may not die because of fatal injuries, but more often die from demons in their hearts.
As long as these people die, they will pollute one side and turn them into a strange land. After thousands of years, how many strange powers and gods will there be in this land? "

Xia Yuan thought of his golden finger again, but he didn't see the "immortal".

This is confusing.

He returned to the original topic and asked: "There are so many chaotic gods, no one went to kill them to get Yin jade and Yin soil?"

Ning Bao said: "The golden body of the great master can hurt them. Besides, they are afraid of popularity, sunlight, and high temperature. In theory, as long as the conditions are right, a child may be able to solve them."

Xia Yuan:? ?

Ning Bao said: "But I can't find them."

Xia Yuanqi asked, "Why?"

Ning Bao murmured: "They follow strange rules. Where there are great masters, they will not appear, and where there are many people, they will not appear."

Xia Yuan: "Then can't we go and catch them?"

Ning Bao: "They are elusive, and they are better at creating all kinds of illusions. If they don't want to see you, you probably won't see them.

And unless they think you're alone,
As for the yin and yin?There are always some special coincidences
By the way, these strange powers follow a very peculiar law of action-the grievances are the first and the debtors are.

If the death of a great master of Heavenly Soul, or the heart demon is caused by something, then the many strange powers and chaotic gods born from it will not only be confined to the local area, but some will even travel thousands of miles to find the culprit and debtor. Lord, kill him, or slaughter one party.

The strange powers and chaotic spirits produced by a great master of Tianhun are not one, but one, and they will be different according to the time, place and species, which is very terrifying.

So, don’t worry, Your Majesty, you will definitely have a chance to see them hehe.”

Xia Yuan:.
He naturally knew what Ning Bao meant by opportunity.

The source of the delusion in Xiyou Country is himself.

Afraid of not being able to see them in the future?
After leaving the Dragon King Temple, Xia Yuan was still thinking about it, but because of sitting for a long time, his footsteps were all vain.

And all of this was seen by the monk Wuhua.

Wuhua looked at his frivolous footsteps and tired face, suddenly, she moved the rosary in her left hand quickly, her eyebrows frowned into a Sichuan character, and she was silently chanting the Little Dragon King Sutra, her voice was actually a bit painful, and then he was like a drowned man. Those who got into the water quickly rushed into the main hall outside the first wall.

In the hall, as if the candle had been hit by a wave, it jumped in, but it was not extinguished. Wuhua knelt in front of the golden Buddha, and began to chant sutras in a repentant manner, "Buddha, I am guilty."

Xia Yuan looked at the already dark sky.

Refused the monk's carriage arrangement.

He looked up at the sky.

gloomy.

dull.

He thought of the feeling of being spied on in the courtyard these days, and the curtain being stuck when the car passed by the shadows, all of which fit the characteristics of strange power and chaos.

"Yinyu, let's try."

Thoughts are set.

Xia Yuan walked towards Beicheng District alone.

In Beicheng District, a shadow puppet troupe they passed by was very empty. The dark tower was the Xuanshui Terrace where Donghai Kingdom sentenced, sentenced, and executed sentences, and the many stone houses in the woods beside it were prisons for prisoners.

call!
A gust of wind swept across the ground, and the dust and sand surged, interrupting his singing.

Xia Yuan looked up.

Dark clouds cover.

Twilight comes with rain clouds.

It's going to rain.

The weather also suddenly became extremely cold, drilling directly into the bone marrow along the human pores.

Coupled with the emptiness of this northern city, it is really a bit inexplicable and scary.

Although the Qinglong Imperial Capital is prosperous, it is also divided into urban areas, among which Ping'an Avenue in the West District and Yunyu Avenue in the South District are particularly notable.

The dragon, soaring the clouds and driving the fog, spreading the clouds and spreading the rain, and the south is down, is the dragon's feet, so it has the name of this cloud and rain, and this just fits the characteristics of this street - the street is full of red lanterns, feasting and feasting until dawn .

But this excitement belongs to the south, and has nothing to do with the spooky people in the north.

Xia Yuan originally wanted to go there for a stroll quietly, because people are not flirtatious.

But unexpectedly, he still came to the north.

North belongs to the Unknown Gate in terms of Fengshui, so Xuanshuitai and the prison are here.

He walked alone on this path, even if a pedestrian passed him, he would not notice his existence.

Like an invisible man, he took a leisurely walk in the afternoon.

After walking for a while, I finally came to the shadow puppet troupe that passed by yesterday.

Xia Yuan lifted the hermit talent.

There was a scraping sound of "chi chi chi" in the open space in the distance.

Borrowing the dilapidated red lantern, Xia Yuan only took a look and found that it was still the old woman, she was sitting in front of the water basin in the same posture as yesterday, her skinny hand was grasping a hard object made of bone, Scrape the skin all at once.

After scraping for a while, she will shake off the fat and fat from the skin into the water.

This is an essential process for making shadow puppets.

Xia Yuan walked over directly, and looked into the water with his probe.

The water was deep, murky, and pitch black.

He leaned forward, trying to see if there was anything in the water.

The woman suddenly spoke, with a hoarse voice: "If you want to watch this show, you can watch it after spending a penny or two during the day."

Xia Yuan: "I'll just take a look."

"It's almost night, young master, let's go back quickly." The hoarse voice became a little heavier.

Xia Yuan swept the surroundings, the cold wind was sweeping the lanterns and hitting the room in the darkness, showing an unusual tranquility.

Seeing that he insisted on this, the scraping woman suddenly became angry. She dropped the scraper, turned around and ran into the dark room.

The door was closed.

The door curtain flapped back and forth in the strong wind.

pat.

pat.

It makes the surroundings extraordinarily quiet.

Xia Yuan's expression changed, and he walked straight forward.

After only a few steps, he felt something was wrong.

He turned his head abruptly. In the darkness, there seemed to be many eyes staring at him in the gaps of the oil-paper window of the hut.

Xia Yuan pretended not to see it, and continued to walk forward, ready to knock on the door.

At this moment, there was a harsh "creaking" sound, and the door opened.

A woman in red came out of the house, looking watery and glamorous in the light.

Seeing Xia Yuan, the woman in red said directly: "My lord, our theater troupe won't perform at night, so you can go back, mother is already angry."

Xia Yuan smiled, took a step forward, and asked, "Mother?"

The woman in red avoided his gaze, and suddenly screamed: "You are a disciple!!"

Clap clap clap!

All the doors were opened, and a group of men stood in front of the door, holding wooden sticks, staring at Xia Yuan fiercely, and then rushed over.

Seeing a group of men from the troupe running towards him, Xia Yuan turned around and ran away.

"stop!"

"Flower thief!"

"Don't run!!"

Xia Yuan turned around and ran, running fast.

At this time, in the shadow puppet troupe, the girl in red standing in front of the dark door lowered her head, and suddenly showed a treacherous smile. She turned around, and there was still a skin of an old woman hanging on the wall of the room.

The skin is wrinkled and drooping, and the face is elongated and twisted, revealing a strange look.

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