After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

In the dead silence, the sound of people's breathing was instantly pulled long and heavy by the wind.

Qiao Wan, Fang Lingqing, and Liu Xinwen all tacitly did not say a word.

After a second or two, a low cry of despair sounded.

"I can't stand it anymore... I can't stand it!!"

As soon as the words fell, the bright sword light suddenly shone through the night! !

The sword light revealed a **** corpse wearing armor, and the dark eye sockets immediately locked everyone present!

Fang Lingqing let out a bad cry, and immediately made a move to deflect the sword light and shot it into the mountain wall beside it.

"Dang bang", as if something fell on the ground.

"Don't move." Liu Xinwen whispered angrily, "Try not to use magic."

There were more "things" around than they had imagined, and for some unknown reason, these things seemed to only perceive human movements and strong light.

The soul incense has been extinguished, and with a photo of the magic method, does it clearly send out a signal to call "them" to come over for dinner?

Liu Xinwen: "Can you find Dushenghua?"

Qiao Wan squatted down, her heart was beating wildly, she stretched out her hand and rubbed it on the ground. She slid her fingertips over the rough stones, and felt something cold and smooth.

"Yu... Baocheng..."

"Xuanwuzong..."

"Twenty-four years..."

Silently wrote down the contents of the jade plaque, Qiao Wan touched the coffin.

Taking a breath, it was pulled very long and heavy, a heart almost fell out of his throat, Ye Feng picked up his hair and landed on his neck, itching slightly.

I don't know how many things around here are watching them.

Touching and touching, Qiao Wan suddenly changed her mind, tried to spread out her consciousness, condensed her consciousness, and used her eyes to "see". one.

Dushenghua is an orange-yellow flower that looks like a fire.

"found it."

Holding Dusheng Hua in his palm, Qiao Wan leaned against the coffin wall and breathed hard. The consequence was that the sea of ​​consciousness hurt as if it was about to explode, and the consciousness was temporarily useless.

Although it hurt, I didn't dare to delay, I quickly stretched out my trembling fingers and touched the jade card in my arms.

Fang Lingqing touched the severed arm in his arms and asked in a hoarse voice, "Can I get in touch?"

There was no movement on the jade card.

Qiao Wan waited patiently for a while, but the jade card in her hand still did not respond.

A heart gradually sank to the bottom.

"no."

Fang Lingqing blinked dazedly, lowered his head, and the base of his tongue felt bitter.

"If it goes well, Dou Daoyou and the others are probably out of the ghost market at this time." Liu Xinwen patted Fang Lingqing on the shoulder to express comfort.

Fellow Daoist Dou is the one from which the troops were divided into two groups before.

Fang Lingqing smiled bitterly and said nothing.

"Go back first." Qiao Wan pursed her lips, "Go back and see the situation of Fellow Daoist Meng."

No one can be sure that there is something in the dark. To be on the safe side, we can only **** and gather in the middle slowly, and then go down the mountain together.

In this darkness, the slightest movement is magnified to infinity.

Everyone cautiously groped and slowly approached each other.

"Is everyone ready?"

"Friend Qiao?"

"exist."

"Friend Fang?"

"exist."

"Friend Wang Dao?"

Wang Ruyi whispered, "Yes."

"Friend Wei?"

"..."

Liu Xinwen repeated it again: "Fellow Daoist Wei?"

"..."

A dead silence.

No one answered.

Qiao Wan licked the corners of her dry lips and clenched her sword.

After a while, a male voice with a slightly crying voice came from the darkness, like a line ripped out of his throat.

"exist."

In the darkness, everyone could feel a slight sigh of relief.

Liu Xinwen whispered: "Follow up, don't fall behind, everyone goes down the mountain together."

But the further forward, the more Qiao Wan felt that something was wrong.

In the darkness, the blurry outlines ahead were reflected.

Liu Xinwen's back seems to have lost a lot of weight than before, and his robe was empty and wrapped around him.

Qiao Wan held her breath, gritted her teeth, and subconsciously went to Wang Ruyi.

As the wind poured into the mountain road, the cloth was blown tightly against the skin, and the coolness penetrated into the bones along the skin.

Qiao Wan whispered: "Ruyi."

Wang Ruyi responded quickly, with a hint of comfort in her voice: "I'm here, don't be afraid."

Turn around.

The mummy stared at himself with shriveled eyes.

After experiencing a roller coaster in the heart, Qiao Wan said blankly: "Call the others and follow me."

"Liu Xinwen" is still leading the way.

Although he didn't understand what Qiao Wan meant, he followed Qiao Wan's line of sight and looked forward, his eyes fell on the empty robe, and Fang Lingqing immediately reacted, with a pale face.

What about Liu Xinwen? !

If it wasn't for Liu Xinwen, then what was the thing walking in front of them from just now? !

He cast his eyes on Qiao Wan.

Qiao Wan silently reached out to Fang Lingqing and made a gesture.

This is. "three"

Fang Lingqing swallowed and gritted his teeth.

Qiao Wan stretched out two fingers.

"two."

one.

"one."

Putting their hands away, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing rushed forward together!

With one foot on the man's back, Qiao Wan jumped onto the other's neck, covered her chin with both hands, and twisted her to the side.

Boom!

A skull that was as pale as snow and had dark eye sockets turned around immediately. The teeth were neat, as if they were smiling, and there was a bit of flesh and blood stuck on the teeth.

This is a skeleton, and the flesh on the body seems to have been scraped off piece by piece with some sharp tool, leaving only a tiny bit of blood red in the bones.

Fang Lingqing's stomach was surging for a while, and almost immediately thought of the strange plate of meat in the temple.

Qiao Wan took a deep breath and glanced at "Liu Xinwen".

This is indeed Liu Xinwen.

The clothes on his body, the sword on his waist, and the hair on his head are exactly the same as Liu Xinwen.

"This...this...what is this?"

One after another screams sounded.

"Fellow Daoist Liu?"

Qiao Wan, who was sitting on the skeleton, felt her scalp go numb and glanced out of the corner of her eye.

The grass behind him seemed to be overwhelmed by something, and fell down one after another.

There's something in the grass!

Something is catching up!

This thing is very fast, and the weeds on the roadside are like dominoes rushing towards the direction of several people.

Qiao Wan quickly jumped off the skeleton, grabbed Wang Ruyi's wrist, and roared again: "Run!!"

The closer to the foot of the mountain, the lights of the ghost city in the distance dimly illuminate the mountain road.

The way down is just ahead!

After everyone was stunned for a while, they all reacted and ran away!

Qiao Wan dragged Wang Ruyi and rushed to the front, the night wind whistled past her ears, and her lungs ran like they were about to explode, making a whirring sound.

Ugly time has not yet passed, there is only one road leading to the ghost market, but you must not go back on the mountain!

Fang Ling took one hand into his arms, covered Meng Canglang's broken arm, and ran wildly!

The coffins and tree shadows on both sides of the mountain road quickly swept away.

Turning around a small road, a funeral procession suddenly appeared on the road. Everyone wore high white paper hats on their heads. A team of carriages, all carrying a thick dark coffin, beat gongs. Drumming up the mountain road.

Qiao Wan immediately made a decision, grabbed Wang Ruyi, jumped on one of the hearses, and held on to the reins.

The horse neighed and screamed anxiously, Qiao Wan pulled the reins hard, turned the horse's head, and dropped the long whip!

The thing behind chased faster and faster, faster and faster, like a centipede crawling on the mountain road.

Qiao Wan shouted: "Come up!"

Fang Lingqing got on the carriage with one hand and turned over onto the hearse. The broken arm in his arms almost slipped out of the jacket, so frightened Fang Lingqing stretched out his hand to catch it.

The others followed suit, grabbing a hearse, turning over and jumping on it.

The hearse dashed left and right, broke through the funeral procession, and rushed out!

Ye Feng slashed his face like a knife, Fang Lingqing lay on the car, gasped in shock, and touched the broken arm in his arms again.

Fortunately, it's still there, Senior Brother Meng's arm is still there.

Wang Ruyi covered her hair that had been blown wildly by the wind, and asked tremblingly, "Where do we—we—go—to—where?!”

Qiao Wan looked straight ahead without squinting, holding the reins tightly, her body was as stiff as ice from the wind, and her cheeks were shaking non-stop.

"Down—mountain—"

The hearse rammed and rushed down the mountain without hesitation.

Fang Lingqing was beaten up, holding the coffin board, and glanced forward.

The wheel was half suspended on the mountain road.

Fang Lingqing almost shivered again: "Look at the road, look at the road, look at the road!"

Behind him, the thing was chasing faster and faster, and there was a rustling sound in the grass, Fang Lingqing's hair exploded suddenly, and several times, he could even feel the cool touch on his back.

Not only that, but there was an empty hearse coming out of nowhere, and it was speeding towards them.

Grinding his teeth slightly, Fang Lingqing sat up straight, took a breath, and recited the poem tremblingly.

The youth's voice is clear.

The sound of the book was loud, and Haoran's righteousness burst into a dazzling beam of light, breaking through the long night.

The beam of light hit the back, but it didn't hurt or itch, Fang Lingqing secretly glanced back and was stunned.

That thing in the grass disappeared?

But the empty hearse behind suddenly crashed towards them!

The horse neighed, the wheels were raised high, and half of the body was lifted into the sky, only half of the wheels were still running.

The half arm in Fang Lingqing's arms also flew into the sky.

Fang Lingqing: "Senior Brother!!"

Recklessly jumped up. Even though he grabbed the half of the arm, the person also rolled off the hearse and fell heavily on the road.

There was a burning pain in the back, and there was no time to check the injury, and the sound of horse hooves came from behind.

Fang Lingqing looked back suddenly.

That weird and empty hearse, without any buffer, pressed towards him!

At the moment when the young man was about to be crushed into flesh, Wang Ruyi flicked his long hair quickly, picked up Fang Lingqing and threw it into the car.

"Girl" said crisply: "Sit tight!"

Fang Lingqing holding Meng Canglang's arm:...

The hearse passed a hurdle in front, and it was another bump, and the broken arm in his arms flew a small distance.

Fang Lingqing hurriedly picked it up.

Brother Meng's broken arm is going to be picked up when he turns around. He must not let Meng Canglang's arm explain it here!

Qiao Wan tightened the reins and controlled the direction.

The hearse behind him was dragging the auxiliary coffin. The car was clearly empty, but it seemed that someone was driving, and squeezed into the mountain road on the left.

Below the mountain road is the sheer cliff, and the narrow mountain road squeezed into two hearses and was suddenly crowded.

Qiao Wan took the time to glance to the left, whipped the whip and slapped the horse, the rear of the car reversed, and slammed to the left!

The car body collided violently, the hearse on the left could not avoid it, the car body hung in the air, and it fell off the cliff.

Inertia caused the hearse under him to almost "sacrifice" together.

Qiao Wan pulled back with all her strength, and the hearse drifted in a thrilling way. The wheels "thorns" rubbed against the steep mountain road, and there were almost red sparks under the wheels.

Wang Ruyi tied himself to the carriage and tied a neat and delicate bow, and sat firmly.

Fang Lingqing, who was left alone, held the coffin and burst into tears.

The disciple of the "Li" generation in Chongde Ancient Garden, the direct son of the Fang family, experienced the thrilling and exciting extreme sports of "hearse drift" for the first time in a certain distant time and space.

Qiao Wan turned the car around and continued to go deeper in the direction of the ghost city.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the ghost market, Fang Lingqing, Qiao Wan and Wang Ruyi resolutely abandoned the car and fled.

Without the restraint, the hearse rushed towards the bustling long street, hitting more than a dozen lantern stands in a row, the lights crowded to the ground, and the car was torn apart. The scattered wheels suddenly turned into two or three children playing with fire, and they ran away with a smile.

Qiao Wan held her breath and didn't dare to breathe. She picked up the tarpaulin scattered on the ground, tore it in half, and covered Fang Lingqing and herself in half, and slowly stepped back.

Halfway back, the heel seemed to hit something hard.

Qiao Wan's throat was sore, and she quickly turned her head to take a look.

It's a stool.

Before they knew it, a few of them had retreated to a food stall.

At this moment, the stall owner who was cooking and eating seemed to have sensed the movement here and raised his head to look here.

Fang Lingqing subconsciously clenched Meng Canglang's arm in his arms.

The stall owner was a smiling woman. The woman stepped forward and said with a smile, "How many guest officials are also here to eat?"

"Why don't you sit?"

The woman said softly: "Our meat bowls are delicious. After a few guests sit down, I will serve you a bowl to taste."

After saying that, the woman turned around and walked back to the cauldron.

The cauldron was bubbling hot, and the woman skillfully picked up the colander and picked up the blanched pieces of meat cooked in the pot.

Experience tells Qiao Wan that the things cooked here may not be normal, but as soon as they turned their toes, the "diners" who were eating heartily turned their heads as if they had felt it, and their eyes were silently aimed at this place. side direction.

Joe clenched his teeth secretly.

At this time, the woman had come over with a large porcelain white bowl.

The bowl was pale.

Putting the meat with sauce on the table, the woman smiled softly: "Eat it. It's too cold today, eat something to warm up."

Something in this bowl is clearly not right.

Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing sat on the table, no one moved.

The woman's eyes fell on the two of them tightly: "Why don't the guests move the chopsticks? Is the food in the store unpalatable?"

Under the woman's gaze, Qiao Wan touched the chopsticks.

The woman's unblinking, deathly eyes flashed slightly.

Eyes fell on the bowl.

The pieces of meat are neatly cut and rise and fall in the rich and pure white soup.

Suddenly, Qiao Wan's eyes narrowed, and her heart seemed to stop beating instantly.

Between the ups and downs of the flesh, there is a light blue corner of the clothes the size of a fingernail, which has been boiled by boiling water, and the water ripples on the corner of the clothes can still be vaguely recognized.

She had only seen Meng Canglang wearing clothes with this pattern.

At this moment, Qiao Wan didn't know what she was feeling, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and her stomach was surging.

The woman urged: "Guest officer?"

Qiao Wan put down his chopsticks, and a violent explosion overturned the table in front of him!

The scalding gravy was impartial, just splashed on the woman's face, and the woman let out a shrill scream.

Fang Lingqing said in shock, "Friend Lu?!"

Qiao Wan only gave a brief answer: "Run!"

She didn't believe it was Meng Canglang. Although she didn't have much contact with the "Canglang Sword", Qiao Wan inexplicably believed that the famous "Gentleman's Sword" would never end up being served with a bowl. Meat On The Table.

The woman screamed and quickly chased after him.

Jumping high and low on the roof, and just running forward for a while, Qiao Wan slammed on the brakes and quickly fell on the tile.

Fang Lingqing: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Wan glanced at the front.

Under the eaves, stood several blood-stained monks.

Is that from Shandao Academy? !

Qiao Wan decisively pressed Wang Ruyi's head on the tile, and quietly hid with Fang Lingqing.

This is a disciple of Xingshan Dao Academy headed by Yu Xingzhi. All of them are not very good-looking. They are surrounded by a group of paper figurines, and their situation is worrying.

Yu Xingzhi's Hengjian stood in front of him, his face was pale, he covered his half-broken arm with one hand, panting coldly, looking at the "people" in front of him who could not be called people.

Not only his arms, but the young man's thighs also seemed to have been bitten by something, and he could vaguely see some white bones and scum. The left side of his face was missing a piece, revealing bright red muscle tissue, and his whole body looked like a piece of rotten meat. .

Qiao Wan saw the soul fragrance in front of Yu Xingzhi almost at a glance, and it was gone.

On the right half of the young man, Zhang Junmei's beautiful face showed a bit of desperation, and he shouted harshly: "Run back, go back to the elders for help, and leave me alone."

The few good disciples standing behind him immediately burst into tears when they heard the words.

"Senior Brother Yu!"

"Senior brother! We're not leaving!"

"Brother!"

"Why don't you go quickly?!" Yu Xingzhi suddenly turned his head and shouted angrily, "Could it be that you all want to stay here with me?!"

One of the virtuous disciples wiped away tears silently: "We have reached this point, how can we leave our senior brothers alone."

"Senior Brother Ye and the others have already gone back. The big deal, we'll die here with my brother."

Several good disciples gritted their teeth, showed their magic tools, and walked to Yu Xingzhi.

"Our good disciples will never leave any of our fellow disciples behind."

"So is Lu Shanchang, and so are you, Senior Brother."

Seeing this scene, Qiao Wan pursed her lips and didn't move.

But Wang Ruyi, who was beside him, seemed to freeze. After a second, the female corpse said in surprise: "He...how does he look like Yue Yong?"

Fang Lingqing: "Yue Yong?"

Wang Ruyi stared intently at Yu Xingzhi, who was covered in blood: "The one who built me ​​into the wall."

How can it be so similar? Wang Ruyi murmured that the monk in front of him should not be Yue Yong.

She remembered that Yue Yong had no spiritual power either. If he had spiritual power, he would not have covetted her dowry.

In just a short while, the battle over there has also come to an end.

The Shandao Academy was almost destroyed, and the body parts of the disciples were scattered all over the place. Yu Xingzhi's cultivation level was higher, and he was still able to breathe.

Before that, the pieces of meat on the ground were his junior brothers and sisters.

Yu Xingzhi clenched his teeth, his gloomy and handsome face was distorted to the extreme, and a little pale cheekbones were exposed on the side of his face.

When death is imminent, even if he doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he is indeed inferior to Ye Xiyuan. Not only can he not solve Lu Cixian, he... he can't even protect his peers!

At this moment, Qiao Wan suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from behind her, so she hurriedly pulled Wang Ruyi out of the attack range and looked back.

The woman had already caught up. The woman held her skirt and ran extremely fast, her limbs twisting almost abnormally.

Qiao Wan dragged Wang Ruyi and ran away.

pull!

drag-

Huh? Didn't move?

Wang Ruyi didn't move, his eyes fell in the direction of Yu Xingzhi, he suddenly shook his long hair, and rolled over Yu Xingzhi in the moment when the young man was about to be chewed and eaten.

He was already ready to die, Yu Xingzhi closed his eyes without saying a word, and suddenly, his body was empty.

When he opened his eyes again, he was out of danger.

Yu Xingyi was stunned: Someone rescued him?

Just as he was about to open his mouth to express his thanks, a shriveled face was caught off guard in his eyes.

Brown skin wrapped around a head that was considered delicate and small for the time being, with sunken eyeballs and loose skin on the cheeks. He was wearing a red wedding dress, and a golden step was inserted diagonally on his forehead.

This scene is too scary.

Yu Xingzhi's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately handed out the long sword in his hand.

However, before touching the "female corpse"'s chest, he was knocked down by another sword light of Qingyue.

Yu Xingzhi was shocked: "Lu...Lu Cixian?"

And...the one in Chongde Ancient Garden?

The boy didn't even look at him, he dragged the corpse's hair and ran away!

"It hurts, it hurts!" Wang Ruyi whimpered, "Daoyou Lu, I hurt!"

Yu Xingzhi's eyes were blank for a moment.

How could Lu Cixian save him?

Before he had time to think about it, he immediately realized that something was wrong behind him.

A color-bound human figure, with twisted limbs, crawled on the ground, and ran wildly.

Without thinking about it, Yu Xingzhi immediately followed in the footsteps of Qiao Wan and his party.

There are no living people around, and not far away, there are towers of pure white.

Seeing that Run could not get out, without thinking much, Qiao Wan and Fang Lingqing rushed into the tower almost at the same time. As soon as they rushed into the tower, Qiao Wan, Fang Lingqing, and Yu Xingzhi all froze at the door. It is a stupa.

Inside the pagoda are four tall Buddha statues, with their heads on the left and right sides almost reaching the ceiling, their eyes wide open.

This is the extremely common "four protector of the world" in Buddhist temples.

The white eastern king of the country holds a pipa, and the blue southern king of growth holds a sword.

The red Western King of Guangmu has a red dragon in his hand, and the green Northern Duowen Tianwang holds a treasured umbrella.

Aware of the approaching person, the four statues of heavenly kings rolled their eyes and slowly lowered their heads.

In that instant, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky turned into ghosts.