Beyond the Divine States

The red moon in Linhe City is neither high nor bright enough. Under the moonlight, there is always a shadow of civil buildings.

Ning Changchang and Ning Xiaoling are escaping from the cage of white bones. They immediately perform the art of hidden breathing, hiding in the shelter of the buildings. They walk through the street and walk around the lane, and finally stop in the shadow of a white wall.

Ning Xiaoling was panting against the wall. Ning Changjiu was better, but his white clothes were stained with blood.

The alley is narrow and cold, and the accumulated snow in many places has not been cleaned yet. In some raised windows, you can see the light from the lampshade, but there are empty lights in the house, and there is no breath of people.

"What's next?" Ning Xiaoling, with a lingering fear, asked her elder martial brother's advice in a low voice.

Ning Changjiu said, "either break the building ceremony of Fengdu or get out of the city as soon as possible."

Ning Xiaoling said dejectedly: "it seems that neither of them can do it..."

Ning long covered his chest and smoothed his own disordered breath. He said: "it takes time for Yin and yang to turn upside down, and it is not easy to build a dead city. As long as we are not found, and then break off at the most critical moment of the ceremony, maybe there is still a chance."

Ning Xiaoling asked, "what is the most critical moment of the ceremony?"

Ning Changjiu said: "before the blood moon is complete."

Ning Xiaoling was afraid to look up for the trace of the red moon, because if it was really an eye, as long as she saw the moon, she would be exposed to the red moon.

"And now?"

"It's not sure whether she has caught up. Let's move in this residential area first, but never leave the shadow of the house."

"Well."

Mrs. Bai didn't come after her. She went directly to the Naihe bridge.

In the time just now, in this city, Yan Luo, the judge, Du Hun Ren, Meng Po, black and white impermanence have all died one by one and turned into ghosts, waiting for the reversal of yin and yang to take their place.

Under the attic, the people gathered like restless beasts. They whispered and speculated about what they were talking about. Some of them ran to their homes secretly, some of them hid in seclusion, and some of them fell into the river under the weight of fear.

As soon as the man fell into the sand and water, he didn't even have time to scream, so his flesh and blood were immediately consumed and turned into white bones. Before long, the white bones melted into the sand and water, and were devoured.

The sand water seems to have no change. It still flows through the ancient city quietly. Occasionally, the fish rises from the bottom of the river and jumps out of the water. It is clear that the fish only has empty skeleton, but it is still alive.

More and more people are witnessing these anomalies. The great panic makes the rumors spread quickly. They think that someone in the city has done something wrong, which leads to disaster. As long as those who have violated the God die, the city will return to its original state, but this is not the case. The Willows near the sand and water also turn to the color of dead ash at a very fast speed, It's like being completely burned by the fire. As long as there is a strong wind, it will turn into a handful of dissipated smoke.

This is the dark air that spreads from the center of the city to the whole city. Nothing can escape.

The girl in plain clothes hummed along the river and swayed her thin but willow like body. She walked along the bank to the edge of the sand water and leaned forward like jumping into the river. But she didn't fall down. She kept her body perpendicular to the bank, facing the river, shining on her bleak face, and then drank with a handful of hands. She had endless aftertaste.

Then the old man, who turned into a dead man after his death, came slowly. He looked at the ghosts present. He didn't say much, but his face was obviously tired.

Come over for a while, a scholar who is still in mourning comes to the bridge.

The Lord glanced at him and asked, "I've been wearing it for three years, and I don't know if I'm tired?"

The scholar clenched his fist in front of his chest and lost his hand. He was afraid that he would still hold an ancient scroll after he died. He looked resolute and said, "heaven and earth are broken, only the scholar can keep the festival."

The Lord of the city just gave a faint smile to his bold words and didn't think much of it.

Three years ago, many people died in Linhe City due to the war. The scholar went to Beijing to take the exam. When he came back home, he found that his parents, wife and children were all dead. Since then, he was dressed in white linen, didn't drink or eat, and was depressed all day. He said that he was filial, but in fact, he was dead of heart.

He also ignored the Lord of the city. In his heart, the Lord of the city seemed to be for the country and the people, but in fact he was just greedy for the power in his heart.

He looked at the old man playing erhu and asked, "is that you?"

The man who plays erhu just nods and doesn't pay much attention to him.

From now on, they will take up the post of manager in the city.

For their words, the singer was indifferent. She always played the invisible string and played the tune of euphemism and sadness. The snow all over the sky was paper money, as if she was seeing someone off.

etc.

When the young girl with green skirt and white shawl appeared above the arch bridge, the woman stopped her action, blessed her lower body, and called "white lady" in a sad tone.

Mrs. Bai looked at them, her face was no longer smiling. The endless night came to her side and condensed on her long hair. Her long black hair was dancing, as if the whole night were the ends of her hair that fluctuated with the wind.

Under Mrs. Bai's body, the white bone overflows from her green skirt. Countless small skeletons are piled up to form a high throne. Mrs. Bai sits on the white bone throne with her body tilted. Her slender white legs overlap under her dress. Her arms support a skeleton armrest, her palms are half clenched and her cheeks are supported. Her mouth is slightly open and fluctuates with her breathing, The air of the nether world is like frost on her lips.

"What about ox head and horse face?" On the throne behind Mrs. Bai, a skull opened its mouth to ask questions.

The Lord stepped out and said respectfully, "the butcher has gone."

Mrs. Bai nodded gently, and the skull knocked on her chin and said, "don't worry, kill them at midnight and bring them back."

The city leader asked, "now we are doing our duty, but after midnight, all people will die, and there will be no living people in the city in the future. Whose life are we going to judge and whose soul are we going to judge?"

Lady Bai tapped on the armrest with her fingers and said lazily, "there are still many living people in the world, aren't there?"

The city Lord was shocked and asked tentatively, "will they come here after they die?"

Mrs. Bai's voice was cold and dignified. She said, "in the future, this place will not be an immortal city. No matter it's the state of Yao, the state of Zhao or the more distant Rongguo, all the countries of Nanzhou will bow to it."

The city Lord has always believed in Mrs. Bai's words, and now his mind is even more agitated.

The other two women were in a stable mood and didn't feel much. It seemed that those great achievements were none of their business. If Mrs. Bai wasn't the only one in the city who could really kill them, they still wanted to continue singing, dancing and playing the piano.

The other hand of Mrs. Bai was playing with the green sand jar. Her eyes were soft and cold.

She looked at the confused, still do not know what happened to the crowd, gently breathed.

Then, as the curtain of the nether world was slowly lifted, people looked up and saw the white bone throne in the sky and the gorgeous woman on the throne. The shock and chaos really began at this moment.

By the edge of sand and water, the copper paintings also light up, and the above pictures are really three-dimensional. Countless entangled and complex lines flow to outline the appearance of the painting. The three-dimensional pictures on the piers are connected with each other, just like a whole exquisite and complex mural.

At the end of the mural is lady Bai sitting on the throne alone.

Her eyes skimmed over the large mural, and her words were long: "beautiful copper painting."

It's a pity that the old man who painted these bronze paintings should be waiting to die now.

When she broke the green porcelain vase, the old man was only a moment away from death.

"It's a pity, granny, you died too early..." Mrs. Bai sighed.

In the original plan, the elder sister Bai in the white mouth of the tree, the old man who painted with white copper and the old woman who lived across the street from ningqishui should all be killed by ningqishui himself.

The girl, the old man and the mother-in-law were all made of the white bones of Mrs. Bai.

The only difference is that the girl is her real self, and the two pieces are just the shape of broken bones.

Many years ago, she died once in each of these three ways, almost destroying her spirit.

That's her most memorable memory.

She always suspected that it was one of the gods who killed herself at that time.

Therefore, she chose Ning Zhuoshui to repeat the process on this special day, in order to simulate a causal line in the dark and take care of what happened in that year. If that person was really a God in that year, she could follow the similar causal line and steal a wisp of each other's divine personality with the power of the king of the dark.

It's just a pity that Ning Qishui died of a sudden letter. She had to take the risk to take his soul back and keep it in a green porcelain bottle.

Two days ago, Ning Qishui's two apprentices suddenly returned home. After the chimney of the old house was smoking, the old woman knocked on the door of his house in her established cognition, which made the plan deviate again.

I just hope it doesn't affect the overall situation.

After killing the old man who painted with white copper, Ning Qinshui should go to his apprentice.

She didn't worry about the safety of ningqishui. After all, the evil spirits in this city are immortal!

……

When Shubai came back to the room, he opened the door and found that there were many lights in the room. They had already made the room so bright, but he didn't know it

Standing in place, as if all the light had turned black.

In the reclining chair, the figure of master disappeared, only a dry bone could be seen. It seemed that the bone had been dead for a long time, and buried in the Loess for countless years. It was so old, and the scars on it were like cracks, as if it had been broken into countless pieces before, and it took a lot of energy to put them together.

Around him, there are many abandoned copper paintings. The material of these paintings is white copper. At the moment, it seems that they are white bones. Shubai was hairy in his heart. Fear and sadness broke out in his heart at the same time. He went to the couch and rubbed his eyes. Gradually he knelt down, rubbed his fingers on the withered bones of his hand, and then held them tightly in his hands. In fact, when he walked out of the door with the box of copper paintings on his back, he had a vague sense that master was about to die, but when he saw the sudden appearance of the corpse, his heart still couldn't help tightening and curled up with his body. Sister Bai is dead, and now master is dead, too. Elder sister Bai was killed by the evil Taoist. He still has the direction of revenge, but what about the master? Who killed him again? He knelt by the couch for a long time, then took off a firewood knife from the wall in the corner, held it in his hand and went out. He looked up and saw that the moon had turned red, as if staring at himself. He looked at the empty streets on both sides. Everything seemed to be covered with gray fog and looked around in a daze. All of a sudden, the tree white turned alertly. Behind him, a graceful maid turned to Yingying Yifu and said, "Mr. Shubai, madam, please come over." Shu Bai held the firewood knife to his waist, subconsciously arched his body and asked, "madam? What lady? " The maid said with a smile, "you will know when you see it?" Shubai asked, "what happened in this city?" The maid replied, "I know when I see my wife. I miss you very much, madam." Shubai suddenly felt chilly. He hesitated for a moment, then turned around and ran to the other end of the long street. The maid didn't mean to stop him. She just looked at him like a cub jumping up and down in an iron cage The same white wall, the above notch is still new, the wall paint peeling position has not changed. This is the third time Ning Changjiu and Ning Xiaoling have seen this wall. When Ning Changjiu saw the wall for the second time, he was sure that he had been trapped in a maze similar to ghost fighting against the wall. However, after exploring with his divine sense, he did not find any obvious strangeness. It was just that there were many dead alleys in this deserted block. At the moment, they are dormant here in the form of Taoist hidden breathing technique. Even if they are not found for the time being, they are just waiting for death. And if they force the magic barrier with their swords, then Mrs. Bai will lock here in an instant. be in a dilemma. Ning long looked at the white wall and said, "turn over and have a look." Ning Xiaoling pointed to the sky and said, "it will be seen." Ning Changjiu sighed: "we may have been seen a long time ago." Ning Xiaoling didn't know, so he thought that if he had been found out, why didn't he get chased immediately? Or is it because Mrs. white has something more important to do? But it's in vain if you keep going around here. In his mind, Ning Changjiu has made up his mind. He pulls Ning Xiaoling over the wall. Behind the wall is the soft ground“ Elder martial brother, this... "Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, thinking that she was dazzled. After a while, she seriously looked at everything she knew. Ningxiaoling body a Lin, frowned: "how can this be?" Behind the white wall is the old house they live in! What's going on? I'm running a long way. Then, Ning Xiaoling suddenly appeared. In the middle of the yard, there was a shadow wearing a Taoist robe. After they arrived, the shadow also noticed the movement and turned slowly. Ning Xiaoling stares at the figure that turns slowly. All of a sudden, her eyes widened. She felt the chill rush to her spine and burst on her scalp. Her hands and feet were cold. Her heart seemed to stop suddenly. The whole world was buzzing and could not hear any sound. In front of her is the biggest nightmare of her life. It should have been destroyed long ago. I'd rather capture the soul of water. He looked at the young girls and said with a smile: "good apprentice, why are you short of two bags of money?"（ Yesterday, I almost changed my thesis all night, got up early and changed it in the afternoon. I'm in a very bad state. I'll make it up tomorrow. Sorry...)