Museum of Demons

　　 The wind in the ghost domain became more and more anxious, but it didn't have the original gloomy atmosphere.

　　 Wan Qiniang's hostility and resentment disappeared with tears.

Wearing embroidered red clothes, gold embroidered shoes on his feet, a clean face, he looks like eighteen or nineteen years old, his black hair only hangs around his waist, his eyes are slightly red and swollen, but the lower legs have a transparent texture, which makes people Seeing it was a little frightened.

"this is…"

　　 Zhou Yi has no idea what to say.

　　 This has exceeded her empirical knowledge.

　　 Wan Qiniang wiped her tears with her sleeve, carefully held the letter, bowed towards Wei Yuan, and whispered, "Thank you, son."

　　 Wei Yuan shook his head and said:

　　 "Miss Wan, are you awake?"

　　 "Thanks to the blessing of the son."

　　 "Is this..."

　　 Wei Yuan was silent for a moment, put away the eight-faced Han sword in his hand, and said:

　　 "Does that girl have any wishes?"

　　 "Wish?"

Looks like a girl more than a hundred years ago. She didn't have any wish to say anything. But holding the letter paper that I didn't receive, thinking of the words above, the ghost said: "I want to Look at this era, is it okay?"

　　Xuan's expression changed, he got up and stopped in front, saying eagerly:

　　 "No, I can't be sure that she is harmless..."

　　 The hilt of the eight-faced Han sword hit the blade in Xuan Yi's hand neither light nor heavy.

　　 The sword in Xuan's palm was knocked out.

　　 rotated three times, and stuck to the ground.

　　 The hilt trend was unabated and hit Xuan Yi's abdomen.

　　 Xuan gave a muffled snort, suffocated what he hadn't said, staggered back a step, and had to get out of the way.

　　 "I'm sorry to you today, but I will pay it later."

Wei Yuan put the eight-faced sword with its sheath into the piano box, leaned over and picked up the black umbrella that had just been thrown away, shaken off the dirt on it, then opened the black cloth umbrella, then turned to look at the oiran girl in red with his right hand With the talisman in his palm, letting the power of exorcising ghosts permeate under the umbrella, stretched his left hand forward and whispered:

　　 "Then, I will accompany the girl to walk again in Jiangnan City."

"please."

　　…………

　　 Zhou Yi lifted up Xuan Yi who was holding his abdomen.

　　 Wei Yuan did not contribute at all.

　　 The reason why Xuanyi backed up, even fell to the ground, because he had already lost his strength.

　　 He was pale, and gritted his teeth: "He doesn't even know how unstable Li Gui is..."

　　 "If the female ghost rioted outside, I am afraid that more than a few hundred people would be harmed."

　　 Zhou Yi said: "He should have any way to prevent ghosts from coming in disorder."

　　 "We are now trying to see if we can eliminate this ghost domain, otherwise it will always be a scourge place. By the way, you can now check the names of Fu Pengyi and Wan Qiniang..."

"Ok."

　　…………

　　 Gangnam Road in rainy weather.

　　 Before it really rained, the bluestone slab on the pavement already had a faint feeling of water.

　　 Wei Yuan holds the umbrella, carries the piano case on his back, and accompanies the red clothes under the umbrella.

　　 "Unexpectedly, this place is still the same as before."

　　 Wan Qiniang in a red dress looked at the moss-grown corners of the ancient buildings on both sides, and said softly.

"I still remember that I ran from here many times when I was a child. Every morning, people from nearby villages would come here to sell vegetables, greens, and cabbage. They were fresh, and there were frosted persimmons in the winter, from the old Chen family. The soy sauce is here, and there is a small noodle restaurant with three tables for one person, two or two sides, a teaspoon of soy sauce, it’s very authentic."

"When I was young, it was not unimaginable that when Pengyi and I were old, we could only walk slowly down this street arm in arm, watching people buy groceries, watching children running around, now think about it, I really shouldn't think so much."

　　 Wan Qiniang gently shook her head.

　　 walked forward to the old house that had already been closed.

　　 can see that it was originally a store, but it hasn’t been opened for many years now.

　　 "This is Jixiangfang. It turns out I like buying rouge here the most."

"I originally thought that no matter how the world changes, there will always be a daughter's family, and the daughter's family will always have to draw eyebrows, and this store can't always be closed. Unexpectedly, the current daughter's family no longer uses rouge, Pengyi said The changes in the world are not something people can think of, maybe this is the reason."

　　 Seeing the busy city from a distance, Wan Qiniang stopped, standing in Yanyu Jiangnan, no longer moving forward.

　　 "I was thinking about looking at the new Jiangnan for Pengyi, but in my eyes, the old scenery is everywhere, which makes the son laugh."

　　 She smiled and wiped the corners of her eyes.

　　 "Since no one uses rouge anymore, no one sings the song anymore, no one listens to it."

　　 Wei Yuan said: "Yes."

　　 He held an umbrella and looked at the bustling new city, and replied:

"The opera is still there, and the opera singing method is also liked by more young people. There are many new things in this ancient land, but those old things have not been forgotten. They are still growing, inclusive, and tolerant. Nai Da, China has never lacked such a temperament."

　　 "Those who should be remembered, we will never forget."

　　 "Miss Wan, look far away. The place where there is a monument is the Martyrs Memorial Park. The names of the people who were born in Jiangnan Province and died for the country are written on it one by one."

　　 "Well, there is still plenty of time, do you want to take a look?"

　　…………

　　 After a while, Wei Yuan stood quietly holding an umbrella in the Jiangnan Martyrs Memorial Park.

　　 There are densely written names on the stele.

Hong Yi Wan Qiniang counted them one by one, and finally saw the familiar name, she finally cried and smiled, leaning over to touch the stone tablet, but her fingertips could not touch the temperature of the person, and the stone tablet could not be touched with her fingers. Through the stone tablet.

　　 It is about to rain, the sky is gloomy, but there are still some people in the park.

　　 There are some children among them.

　　 Wei Yuan held the umbrella, bowed towards the monument and Wan Qiniang, and said:

“I’ve been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. Many people are afraid of going to the cemetery, let alone at night. But the martyrs’ cemetery is different because even children know that the heroes will protect them. I should thank them, and thank you."

　　 "Thank you very much."

　　 Wan Qiniang turned around, her eyes were red, rubbed the corners of her eyes, and said softly.

　　 "The son laughed."

　　 "It's okay."

　　 "Miss Wan, is there any place you want to go?"

　　 "No more."

　　, the two of them walked back to Chunxiao Building in silence.

Wan Qiniang pushed open the gate of the garden and saw Zhou Yi and the three of them with complex complexions, and the original ghost domain had begun to slowly collapse, like a corner of the old oil paintings in the past, revealing the true face of dilapidation and the collapse of the small pavilion. , The messy spring grass, the faded big red wooden door, have all gone through the erosion of time.

　　 Crouching Tiger's waist card trembles slightly.

　　 This time, there is no need to print on paper, there are already words in Wei Yuan's consciousness.

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　　 Crouching Tiger's waist card slowly calmed down.

　　 Wan Qiniang carefully placed the letter paper aside, stood up and looked at Wei Yuan, who had just traveled south of the Yangtze River. UU read www.uukanshu.com and said:

　　 "The son has something to tell me."

Then Zhou Yi and Xuan Yi saw that Wei Yuan, who had just gone out with Wan Qiniang without hesitation, quietly put away the black umbrella, then removed the piano case, took out the sword from it, closed his eyes, and slowly his five fingers. Holding the hilt, the steel vibrated in the scabbard.

　　 Wan Qiniang said: "But because I once shot the son?"

　　 Wei Yuandao:

　　 "You murdered, right?"

"innocent people."

　　 Wei Yuan raised his head slightly, thinking of the sorrowful wailing that he heard when passing by the Fuchun community.

　　 The five fingers are clasped together, and the Han sword is out of its sheath.

　　 rumbling.

　　 The thunder ran across the sky and it started to rain.

　　 Sprinkled the water on the blade with his right hand, and stroked the blade with his fingers.

　　 The blood was left, but it left golden marks on the blade.

　　【Spirit Instruction】, contains spirit in the device, can hurt the charm of the ghost.

　　 Wei Yuan sank slowly, holding the hilt with both hands.

　　 The blade pointed at the wandering soul who had previously devoted all his strength to help him fulfill his wish.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes heavily. Qiniang’s experience, past despair, sinister heart, the reason for being a ghost, and the sorrowful wailing of the mother who lost everything when passing by the Fuchun community, all came up, maybe this is it. Real life, whether it is a Crouching Tiger Captain or a knight, sometimes can't change much.

　　We can only choose.

　　 Crouching tiger's waist card came from a low tiger roar.

　　 Wei Yuan suppressed the depression and complexity in his heart, opened his eyes, and whispered:

　　 "A murderer pays his life."

　　 "Dahan Si Li Xiaowei, Wei Yuan..."

　　 Jianfeng lifted and pointed at Wan Qiniang.

　　 "Send Miss Wan for the last time."