"The demon girl in the Demon Realm is dead, it's so satisfying!"

"It's wonderful to die! This person does everything evil and everyone can kill him!"

"It's also a loss. This time it was Bei Hengjun. If it weren't for him, our Tianyang Gate would have suffered heavy losses!"

"I deserve it! That witch dared to sneak into the Yuqing Palace and kill Beihengjun's master Yiqing Zhenren, which was simply crazy!"

"Yiqing Zhenren is highly respected. Who dares to say that he has never received the favor of him? Bei Hengjun slashed her with one sword. Haha, I'm afraid even the evil spirit can't be transformed!"

A handful of true fire burned the palaces of the Demon Palace to ashes. The righteous monks were in a mess after experiencing a great war. The Demon Realm suffered heavy damage. The little demons next to them died and fled. The most prosperous ghosts became purgatory-like existences.

Gu Yanzhi stood in front of the cliff of the Wanmo Cave with the blood dripping sword. His white clothes were soaked in blood. His long and jade-standing figure shook and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The bun on his head was scattered, and his long hair was condensed on his cheeks.

There was a gust of wind at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave. The demon girl was cut off with one sword. She fell to the bottom of the Ten Thousand Demons' Cave and was nowhere to live.

Gu Yanzhi stood up again with his long sword, his shaking back was surrounded by the righteous people, and everyone was cheering for the victory of severely damaging the Demon Realm.

And after those few months, a plain white hand suddenly pressed on the edge of the cliff that was said to have never survived.

...

Sixteen years later.

Daxia Kingdom, Sun Mansion.

The sky tonight seemed to be much gloomy than usual. The two roads in front of the gate of Sun Mansion were covered with white circles of paper money, and there were soul-guiding coils hanging on the eaves everywhere. A few steps away, the white cloth strips were blown by the cold wind and hit people's faces.

At this moment, there were no pedestrians on the road, and the surrounding shops closed before dusk. The surrounding area was already disturbed by the Sun Mansion. This Chang'an Street, which was usually bustling at night, is now completely silent.

Suddenly, a "crunch-crunch-" sound came from the end of the road, and a woman in black robe was seen pushing a wheelchair and walking slowly on the floor with paper money.

There was also a sick man sitting in the wheelchair. He was too far away to see his appearance, so he could only vaguely distinguish a man and a woman.

The woman in black said, "Master, it's not me that you didn't come here. You rushed out of your house slowly when it was dark. Look, it's almost time to go!"

"The evil in the middle of the year is not peaceful for the Sun Mansion these days. Isn't this a hurry to find trouble?"

The sick girl was wearing a lake blue long dress, which looked soft and smooth, making her pale face a little pale. The material used to make clothes was a first-class imperial cloth, and she thought she was also a lady from a wealthy family.

When the sick girl heard this, she raised her eyes and glanced at her, and said in a low voice: "You are the master, am I the master?"

He looked half dead, but when he stared at someone, he was still the same as before. The woman in black was staring at her and her scalp was numb.

"You are." said the woman in black.

The sick girl spread the folding fan in her hand with a "pop" and said, "Sun's mansion? Is that the mansion of the courtier Sun Zhen?"

"That's right." The woman in black replied, "Sun Zhen has done all the bad things, and she is still worthy of death, but-"

As the two of them spoke, they reached the gate of Sun's mansion. The woman in black said in surprise: "Oh, what a heavy yin energy! Isn't this going to turn into a Li Qing ghost?"

"Master, Old Man Li is really here?"

The sick girl didn't want to pay attention to her.

The woman in black stepped forward and kicked open the door of Sun's mansion, turned around and bent down to hold the sick girl and her wheelchair across the threshold.

As soon as the two of them stood in the door, they had a "bang" sound and the door closed automatically.

The woman in black grabbed the door knocker biting on the shop's head, and wrapped her purple air around her hands. She took a deep breath and pulled it hard. Blue veins burst out on her forehead, but the door was still motionless.

The woman in black scratched her head: "It's so weird!"

"Can't you blame me?" Seeing that the woman in black was not coming to push her, sick girl had to lower her arms and support herself. She shook her wheelchair and said, "Did you smell a little bit of yin energy on the street we just came?"

"No." The woman in black shook her head and jumped over to take over the task of pushing a wheelchair. After a while, she slapped her forehead and suddenly said, "So that's it!"

"The yin energy around them was all drawn and gathered in the Sun Mansion. I'm afraid someone had a Yin-gathering array set up inside. No wonder the yin energy is so heavy!"

"I'm afraid it's not stopping." The sick man looked around. He had just passed the outer courtyard. The only room in the main room was bright and bright. She paused and said, "Is the people in the Sun's Mansion dead?"

There was not even a person blocking the way he came here. The Sun Mansion was big. If it weren't for its own means, the first time he came in would have to get lost several times.

"There should be a full wife, a legitimate son, a daughter-in-law, three grandsons, and three concubines. A total of nine people are still alive. There is no servant in this huge house!" The woman in black counted her fingers and called "strange".

"Go to the main room and take a look." The sick girl pointed the folding fan and faced the brightly lit room.

You can still hear the conversation inside vaguely, and you can hear it clearly when you get closer.

A woman said, "If it really doesn't work, at worst I can bucket the house into a hole. Everyone will go out first!"

Another woman shouted, "No! No! If even this house is gone, how can our grandparents and grandchildren live!"

A man said, "Mom! That's better than us all dying here!"

Another man said, "Junior sister, there is no way to do this, but this is all you can do - if Master and the others are here!"

After a dull "bang" sound, no one heard any more talk. There was just a cry, and there were women and children.

After a rough calculation, the sick man added the three people lying down, and there were two more out.

The woman in black stepped forward and kicked her. The door opened wide, revealing the situation inside:

The black coffin was placed in the center, with soul-sucking coils on both sides. Two women with black faces lay below, and their chests were not fluctuating. Most of them were in danger. Looking up, there were white lanterns hanging on the beams of the room, the windows were sealed, and there were rows of candles on the table below. The main room was big, but it was a little cramped when squeezed into eleven people.

Everyone inside was wearing white clothes, with white strips tied on their foreheads, and mourning clothes. Only the two of them wore particularly different clothes, one man and one woman, their belts and collars were moon-white, and cloud patterns could be vaguely seen on their sleeves.

The man wore a sword around his waist and had long tassels hanging on his tail; the woman was particularly strange, holding a white spear in her hand, which looked a bit like a bone of a creature. Something was scattered on it, revealing some extraordinary things. A trace of blood was overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and her lips were extremely pale.

Most of the people who just spoke to make a hole in the house were this person. Think about the last sentence I heard just now, which disciple of the immortal cultivation sect should be from this relationship.

Seeing the door wide open, the people inside showed joy, and even the woman with a spear showed a ray of light in her eyes.

Suddenly, the people inside shouted: "No-"

"Cry--" The door was closed heavily again, and the red candlelight by the window flashed, and the figures inside were also long and short.

The woman in black turned around and put down the sick girl along with the wheelchair.

"What are you doing here?!" The woman with long spear looked a little rosy with anger.

"Why can't we come in?" The woman in black hugged her hands and raised her eyebrows.

The woman with long spear pointed at the spear and said angrily: "The door has clearly been opened!"

"Yeah, I kicked it away." The woman in black nodded.

The woman with a spear almost came up in one breath and almost carried her over.

The man who claimed to be his senior brother had a good look, with red lips and white teeth, and a jade-like face. He looked at the young man and spoke in a gentle manner.

He took the lead to protect his junior sister behind him, clasped his fists and said, "Shen Ze, a disciple of Yuqing Palace, this is my junior sister Wen Ruxi. We and the other two are entrusted by His Majesty to come to solve the Sun Mansion. I don't know the two..."

He took a step back, his expression was gentle and his eyes were alert.

The woman in black was unmoved and said to herself: "Wen Ruxi? You are the emperor's sister and the eldest princess of the current dynasty? It doesn't look like..." What's going on?

The sick girl covered her lips and coughed lightly. The woman in black immediately fell silent, her eyes turned, and then she shook her head and said, "My master is the daughter of Li Yu, the Grand Marshal of the current dynasty..."

"You are Mo Qing and?" Wen Ruxi's eyes moved.

Mo Qing and the daughter of the Grand Marshal Li Yu, but in fact they are just Li Yuyuan's niece. He adopted this person to his name without a daughter in his life. He was taken away at the age of three and raised him in the mansion. Now he has been sixteen years. However, this person never leaves the mansion. Therefore, no one in the capital except the Li mansion has ever seen her.

Seeing him today - Wen Ruxi's eyes swept across the other party's wheelchair and thought to herself, it's no wonder she never goes out.

Wen Ruxi only knows the other party’s life experience, but she doesn’t know anything else.

Now that she saw such a sick man coming here, she was really big.

Even for the sake of her young brother, she had to take Mo Qing and her safety out, otherwise Li Yu would not give up.

"That's right." Mo Qing and a folding fan nodded slightly. She turned her head and knocked it on the waist of the woman in black. "Jiang Si went to check it out--I usually told you to eat more walnuts, but I didn't listen."

As she said that, she came to the woman kneeling on the ground in a wheelchair.

Jiang Si was stunned, and after a while he realized, he hurriedly chased after him and asked, "Master, are you calling me stupid?"

Mo Qing and I didn't even look at her, but just lowered their heads and said to the old woman: "You are Sun Zhen's wife, Han?"

"Yes, yes, yes—" Han nodded hurriedly. They were all people in the court. How could she not know the name of Li Yu, one of the three masters. When she heard that the person in front of her was Li Yu's most precious daughter, she felt that the savior was coming for a moment.

"I wonder, can General Li be outside?"

Mo Qing and the other was puzzled. According to the hexagram, Li Yu should be in the Sun Mansion, but when he looked at Han's appearance, he seemed to be unaware of it. He pursed his lips and said, "No."

The fire in Han's eyes suddenly went out. She was also a wealthy woman. She fell to the ground and cried with tears in her nose.

"Why am I so miserable! If you old man Sun Zhen still have a little conscience, you will release your children and grandchildren!"

"Why do you still want your children and grandchildren to be buried with you?!"

The woman's crying sound is even more annoying than the magic sound that makes her brain-filled.

Mo Qing said, "Don't cry."

“…”

The person who was in despair would not care about what she said.

Even Sun Zhen's only son, Sun Wei, hugged in the corner with his wife and children. He was a scholar, but now he was shaking like a sieve.

Only the two disciples of Yuqing Palace over there were a little better. They could stand by themselves, neither crying nor screaming.

"How long have you been locked up here?" Mo Qing and simply talked to the two of them.

The reply was Wen Ruxi: "Three whole days."

Mo Qing pointed to the coffin and said, "I have been dead for a few days."

Wen Ruxi calculated with her fingers and said, "Today is exactly the seventh day."

Mo Qing's face darkened, and his intuition was not good.

Sure enough, Jiang Si had searched the room and was standing on the half-human-high coffin and shouting: "Master, I don't know who is vicious, the Yin Gathering Array is actually engraved on this person."

She screamed again: "Who is stupid and even posted the soul-suppressing talisman!"

A gust of wind suddenly erupted, and the candlelight in the house disappeared. The wind made Jiang Si unstable and was suddenly overturned to the ground. She covered her butt and kept "Ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

The old woman was frightened by this shock.
Chapter completed!