The Sunset Sword shook away the evil ghost, and Huo Lingdong was also released from the spirit-possessed state.

but……

Qi Ci looked at the woman in front of him, raised his hand to touch her slender neck, and frowned.

"You were borrowed."

Huo Rendong was stunned and tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

The next moment, a black wind suddenly blew in the hall. The strong wind swept the ashes and dust that had been deposited for many years and covered the ground, making people unable to open their eyes.

Qi Ci pressed Huo Lingdong into his arms, and kneaded with his right hand. A golden magic circle rose from around him, protecting the two of them. The broken walls rolled up by the strong wind smashed against the magic barrier, and instantly shattered into pieces.

Noodles.

In my ears, the ghost's eerie wail and the sound of the black wind blended together, making the sound of "wuwuwu" make people feel guilty.

The Bai family's house, which had been burned to ruins, was covered by dark clouds and there was no trace of sunlight. Qi Ci glanced at the erratic ghost figures around him and the wedding dress that was as red as blood, and snorted coldly.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

He waved his robe sleeves, and the deep purple Thunder Punishment Sword flew out from the sword box, accompanied by the sound of thunder and lightning, like a lightning rod piercing deeply into the heaven.

Suddenly, bright electric light densely penetrated the dark clouds, instantly illuminating the gloomy house.

This was not the Shifang Thunder Light Array, but it was just casually struck by the sky thunder, and the woman's shrill screams could be heard in the abandoned house, which was tragic and tragic.

A few breaths later, when the dark clouds were blown away by the lightning, the black ghost fog that filled the house also dissipated in an instant.

The lightning seemed to have woven a fine network in the haunted house. Bai Cui'e wanted to escape, but was blocked with no way out. As she rushed left and right, her wedding dress quickly faded as if bleeding.

It’s just that although the Thunder Punishment Sword can exorcise ghosts and exorcise evil spirits, it cannot counteract the black domain barrier poison.

Qi Ci was affected by the poison that escaped here. He felt restless and upset. The old injury on his left shoulder was in severe pain, as if something alive was trying to come out of his body.

Veins popped out on his forehead, and he subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and kill the bride's ghost.

Just when his hand touched the hilt of the sword, the next moment, the person next to him hugged his arm forcefully.

Qi Ci's expression was stern and his eyes were red. He looked down irritably and saw Huo Lingdong pursed his lips and shook his head. At the same time, he took out the Qingxiao jade hanging around his neck and put it against his chest.

The piece of warm jade usually didn't feel like anything, but at this moment it was astonishingly hot, like a fragment of a small sun, burning directly into his heart.

The noisy screams in my ears disappeared instantly, the surging barrier poison was suppressed, and the world became extremely clear.

The red light in Qi Ci's eyes disappeared, and he let go of the hilt of the sword and pinched Huo Lingdong's wrist.

Taking advantage of his distraction, the red-clothed ghost found the corner of the thunder net and got out, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

The clouds are calm and the wind is calm.

The charred abandoned house was even more dilapidated than before, with a big hole in the roof.

Qi Ci looked at the mess around him with helplessness on his face.

"As you wish, it's fine now, she ran away."

Seeing that he looked normal, Huo Lingdong pointed to his throat again.

"Ghost borrowing is usually a ghost that lingers and temporarily borrows the body of a living person to cause trouble. It often happens in folklore that when family members speak on the anniversary of death, it is the voice of their ancestors. This is ghost borrowing, but it usually only lasts for a short time."

Maybe because he was around, Huo Lingdong was not very afraid. She slowly wrote on his palm: Has this happened before?

Qi Ci shook his head: "The common ones are mostly blood relatives."

"At least, no ghost has ever dared to attack a cultivator."

She was just a female ghost in red who had been dead for three years. Her moral skills were not profound, so he asked Huo Rendong to practice. Unexpectedly...

Qi Ci was a little annoyed: "I heard from the mayor that the bride's symptoms have gradually worsened over the years. The latest time, Xiaoyu can no longer speak, which shows that this evil ghost's resentment is getting stronger."

"The barrier poison here is thick, and you feel pity for the evil ghost, so she feels that there is an opportunity to take advantage of it."

Huo Rendong regretted a little and looked up at Qi Ci inquiringly.

The man touched her bun, his eyes dark: "The only way to solve the problem is to find her bones."

*

Bai's house is not big, and Qi Ci can chop off half of the beams with one sword. The two stepped on the black dust on the ground to look for traces of Bai Cui'e, and there was a creaking sound under their feet.

Following his memory, Huo Lingdong pushed aside several collapsed pillars and pointed to a wing at the innermost side. Judging from the intensity of the fire, this place was the most fierce. The walls were completely smoked, and there was almost nothing left in the room.

Qi Ci stood arrogantly in front of the original bed, looking at a piece of black and gray rotten wood and a few pieces of copper and porcelain that could not be burned through.

"This is where she died? The residual resentment is not very deep."

Qi Ci picked up a little bright light with her fingertips, and then flicked it gently. The light source quickly spread and covered the boudoir in a semicircle.

Huo Lingdong asked with his eyes: Are you here?

Qi Ci shook his head: "No."

She was stunned, and then quickly opened her mouth and said a few words silently. In the end, Bai Cui'e had her hands and feet tied up by the matchmaker, and she couldn't speak, so it was impossible to escape from the boudoir.

Didn't she burn to death here? Where did she die?

Qi Ci: "I know what you are wondering about, don't worry."

He took out a small disk-shaped mirror from his storage bag: "This is a retrospective moon mirror. You can see what happened before."

Because three full years have passed, the magic weapon has been shown intermittently.

After the fire, Huo Lingdong saw several people from the town entering the house with their heads shrunken, whether they were intending to steal or really want to find the bones, but they were scared away by the ghosts not long after.

Going further, she saw the red wedding ceremony that day again.

Because he had experienced it himself, Huo Rendong suddenly couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion.

"on fire--!"

The little girl in the ear room screamed loudly and ran away making a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong noise.

But by then the fire was unstoppable, and the white house became a scene of fire. Thick smoke leaked from the cracks in the door of the boudoir, and things fell from the beams from time to time, causing the house to collapse.

Bai Cui'e was tied to the bedpost with her eyes split open. Her mouth was full of blood, and her combed hair was in a mess.

Then, the bed tent was ignited, and the raging tongue of flames licked along the sheets and quilts, leaving scorch marks.

Bai Cui'e watched helplessly as the hemp rope binding her hands caught fire. She seemed to feel no pain at all and waited quietly until the hemp rope was burned.

Seeing the figure in the wedding dress stumble out of the room, the image of the moon mirror also disappeared.

Qi Ci and Huo Rendong were silent. They both guessed where Bai Cui'e would go in the end.

The courtyard of the White House is very small, with no pond. Two large celadon vats with lotus flowers on them have fallen to the ground. The surrounding areas are in tatters, with collapsed roofs and beams crisscrossing them, making it almost impossible to stand.

Huo Lingdong raised his head and saw that the clear and bright sky turned dark for an instant, and then thick smoke rolled upwards. The moon was almost invisible in the already small courtyard.

"Dad - mother -"

In the picture in the retroreflector, the fire burned the sky red.

Bai Cui'e rushed out of the boudoir and went to another wing. She used up all her strength to carry her father, who was taller than herself, on her back and limped out of the courtyard.

The slender woman could not lift her shoulders or carry her hands. However, at the critical moment of life and death, powerful force burst out from her body. She dragged her unconscious father and her seriously ill mother out of the room and leaned against the two large water tanks.

side.

"Help—help us—"

"Please save my parents -"

Bai Cui'e slapped the sealed door of the house, but there were people shouting outside and pouring water to put out the fire, but the heavy door was stuck somewhere and couldn't be opened.

She went back and forth between the gate and the water tank, constantly pouring water on her parents, but the night was long and the fire was blazing into the sky, and the three Bai family members could not see a way out.

Not long after, the originally delicate and white face was burnt red by the fire, and the facial features were no longer distinguishable.

The tall body, with only the charred skin and flesh remaining, was a thin black shadow. He was lying on the edge of the tank and scooping out the last spoonful of water in it.

This death scene was so miserable that Huo Lingdong looked away and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

Qi Ci put away the moon-reflecting mirror with a calm expression on his face. He waved his hand, and the soil under the celadon water tank opened up, revealing three skeletons hugging each other tightly underneath.

"Bai Cui'e, leave, she is not someone you can borrow your life from."

As he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in the narrow courtyard.

Huo Lingdong saw a girl in a red wedding dress standing at the other end of the corridor.

And in the small courtyard, two white figures appeared again. The two shadows were long and thin, without facial features or clothes. They seemed to be talking, but they seemed not to be.

The bride in red dress, whose face was full of blood and tears, limped slowly towards her. Every time she got closer, her face became more beautiful. When she arrived in the small courtyard, she saw Bai Cui'e smiling calmly, and her appearance was almost the same as usual.

The woman hugged the two snow-white figures tightly and spoke in Huo Lingdong's voice.

"Father, mother."

The next moment, Qi Ci did not know what spell he recited, and the Thunder Sword flew up and was inserted directly in front of the water tank. Huo Lingdong had no time to stop it, and he could only see white light emerging, like a newborn sun.

Then, as the fluorescent light dispersed, the figure of the bride in red became lighter and lighter.

She seemed to look back at herself and opened her mouth.
To be continued...