Chapter 27 Section VIII

The gurgling of the river is endless.The cracked paper screen was rattling, and there were faint ink marks on the paper, vaguely the figures of two peerless swordsmen, but traces of blood were flowing.All of a sudden, the wind blew up the sleeves of the women's crown, covering everything, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness. How to do it?Xiao Xie stood there blankly.Xue Huadan's story has been told.Yet she was still distraught.Ouyang Mijian said, let her judge this matter.But the twists and turns behind the paper screen are full of blood and treachery, probably something that the young Yuantian Pavilion Master himself did not expect.

"Where is Jiang Feng now?" Mo Xunwu calmed down quickly. Xue Huadan snorted through his nose, but did not answer. Mo Xunwu seemed to want to stare at her, but he still didn't say anything.All the things that happened today show that Xue Huadan is by no means—or is no longer a simple weak woman, it is better to be careful. Xue Huadan raised his head and said: "Tang Xiaoxie, I've finished what I want to say, and you can also explain to Ouyang Mijian. Now, can I go?" Tang Xiaoxie seemed to be stunned: "Where is sister going?" "Go back to Yunnan. Find my master." Xue Huadan said.

"Is my sister not coming home?" "You forgot, I have already become a monk." Xue Huadan said coldly, "Things in the world are too dirty, I'd better leave." She gave Xiao Xie a meaningful glance, so Xiao Xie lowered his head and said nothing more. Xue Huadan dragged up his robe, and meandering down the stream, he floated away like a wild crane in the clouds, and disappeared into the misty clouds deep in Banzhu Mountain.Only a dilapidated paper screen was thrown down, reflecting the scarlet blood-like color of the blood baby flower. "Quick!" Tang Xiaoxie said suddenly.

Mo Xun was puzzled, but saw Tang Xiaoxie rushing towards the flowers, grabbing those blooming flowers one by one, and uprooting them with the wet soil.Mo Xun didn't realize it, and followed her to dig.After a while, a corner of light yellow clothes was exposed in the soft soil, and after digging down, a blue and white face with elegant outline was revealed. "Is there any help?" Mo Xunwu asked anxiously. Xiao Xie smiled wryly, Mo Xunwu is a famous doctor himself, so he wants to ask her now.Just turning it over lightly, a corpse spot had already appeared on the back of the hand.Jiang Feng was already unconscious, and was buried in the soil for more than an hour.There was no other way, Mo Xunwu pulled Xiao Xie back two steps: "How do you know that Xue Huadan buried him under the flowers?"

"Didn't she say that this flower needs to be cultivated by fresh corpses? It must have been planned to use Jiang Feng as flower fertilizer, so I transplanted the flowers in the yard here." Xiao Xie seemed to have a piece of sugar in his mouth, "It doesn't matter. , It’s good to be dead, he’s alive, what shall we do with him?” Mo Xun Wudao: "However, Jiang Feng died so soon, is it because he has been captured? Didn't she say that the ritual can be done in an hour?" The two turned their heads involuntarily.On that paper screen, Lu Xipan, who was lightly dressed and had a serious expression, was Jiang Feng's shadow, like clouds and rain, surrounding him, so he couldn't really see it anyway.

"Tell me, Jiang Feng's soul is already on that, or is it not there?" Xiao Xie shivered involuntarily. Mo Xunwu shook his head.Has Xue Huadan's spell been performed, and has Jiang Feng's soul been imprisoned on the paper screen as Lu Xipan wished.She left no words, so they had no way of guessing. "Otherwise," Mo Xun Wudao said, "it's better to take this painting back and let the pavilion master decide." Then he walked over slowly, trying to remove the portrait from the paper screen. "That's all!" Xiao Xie suddenly said loudly.

Mo Xun Wu stopped. "Don't you think all this is not messy enough! Why do you keep the portrait for Ouyang Mijian? Yuantian Pavilion can't accommodate this. If they can, how can things come to this point!" Xiao Xie walked up quickly, "Why don't I come and settle everything." Before Mo Xunwu could react, he saw silver light rising into the sky, illuminating the dark valley.When he looked again, the Qieyun Sword had already returned to Xiao Xie. "Sister Xue said that if you destroy this painting, you will also ruin these two puppets." The figure on the paper screen was split into countless pieces.At this time, thousands of streams of blood spewed out from among the shredded paper, and the dark red and foul-smelling liquid quickly flowed towards the blood baby flower bush, which was terrifying.Xiao Xie immediately grabbed Mo Xunwu and jumped to the opposite side of the mountain stream. Looking back, the dense flower bushes had been swallowed by the blood flow. It was flowers or blood, circling in a turbulent way, unable to distinguish.And Jiang Feng's body, sunk under the sea of ​​blood, had long been invisible.

The red mist slowly spread in the valley. Half an hour later, two figures, one green and one black, one old and one young, were moving quickly in the twilight on Mian Chang Guan Road at the foot of Banzhu Mountain. "Where do you think Lu Xipan's body is?" Tang Xiaoxie said suddenly. "Of course it's also under the blood baby flower," Mo Xun Wudao said, "it's probably Xue Huadan's yard, where the flowers used to be?" Xiao Xie nodded, but shook his head again.In fact, the corpse that was chopped up by Jiang Feng might have been absorbed by the blood baby flower. Where is it? Anyway, Ouyang Mijian could never find it again.And Jiang Feng himself melted into the endless sea of ​​blood baby flowers.

And where is the puppet released from the paper screen now? The vast green hills, the faint white mist, a few crows, and the waning moon like silver.The tranquility of the night is almost intoxicating, but who would have thought that the souls deep in the Cangshan Mountain have such a restless sleep?