The afterimages of memories began to appear after Lin Yun and Bai Rouxia got married.
"Sister Xia, Lotus Town is full of evil spirits, many people are easy to get sick, do you think we can sell the exorcism magic tool to the townspeople at a cheaper price?" Lin Yun cautiously asked Bai Rouxia who was dressed as a bride, "If you are willing, I will go and talk to my elder brother …"
"Why do you want to talk to him? If you talk to him, he won't agree. "
"Then … then …"
"I can make the decision for such a small matter, you can sell it at a cheaper price, do good deeds, what's wrong with that?"
Lin Yun suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Then … then thank you, thank you!"
Bai Rouxia burst out laughing, raised her hand and poked her husband's cheek, "What a little fool."
At this moment, the light suddenly dimmed again, and the scene turned black again. When it lit up this time, Gu Mang found that the people in front of him and the voices in his ears suddenly became very vague, like paper and ink soaked in water, and he had to work very hard to distinguish the content of their conversation.
Gu Mang was stunned, he knew that usually, this situation only meant one thing –
This memory had been stolen once when Lin Yun died. And he was already the second person who read it.
Then, the person who seized this memory must be …
He had an idea in his heart, but he didn't immediately think about it, because the hazy memories in front of him were still intermittently going on. Gu Mang barely recognized that it was Elder Brother Bai who was talking to Lin Yun, Elder Brother Bai's voice was originally very low, and at this time, it was even scarier.
"This … this is ridiculous …"
The vague voice seemed to come through the water.
"Who do you think you are? How dare you privately change the price of the magic tool? "
"This is outrageous. Come, beat him! "
A woman's voice sounded angrily, Gu Mang recognized that the woman who shouted was Bai Rouxia, "What are you doing? I asked him to sell it cheaper, is that wrong? Our family has earned so much money, and now our life is better, but have you forgotten that we used to have a hard life? We are not nobles, don't you remember what kind of hard life our parents used to live?! What's wrong with me being willing to do some good deeds? If you feel like you've lost out, I'll compensate you! "
Her almond-yellow figure pounced on Lin Yun. "Are you all rebelling? He's my husband, I won't allow you to hit him!"
"Shopkeeper …" The servants looked at each other and hesitantly looked at Big Brother Bai. "This …"
Brother Bai waved his hand and said impatiently, "Fight."
"Brother!! Is your blood cold? "
"Young Miss …"
"Don't hit me! Big Brother! What would happen if you earned less dirty money? In order to please the Yue Clan, you learned everything from the Yue Juntian. You flattered everything from the Yue Juntian! Do you still have any conscience?! "
As she shouted more and more angrily, her elder brother's voice sounded more and more indifferent.
"Bai Rouxia. You'd better remember this clearly. I'm the one in charge of this family, not you. "
"You look down on me for begging for Yue Juntian, but what do you know? In Chong Hua, we have to rely on the aristocrats. If we tamper with the price and offend the Yue Clan, we'll be done for! "
"So, those who can't afford magic tools deserve to die!" Her elder brother said coldly. "I'm running a Magic Treasure Hall, not a Mercy Temple. If you and your poor husband want to save the world, then get out of here. "
"You — —!"
"Let's see if I won't keep you."
In the midst of the tearing and chaos, Gu Mang heard Bai Rouxia's scream. Following that, the scene in front of him became even more blurred. Those Zhu Yi servants gathered together, and in the end, Gu Mang's eyes were only large patches of scarlet blood.
After a long time, Gu Mang could vaguely make out some clues from the clamor and chaos. It turned out that Bai Rouxia, in order to resist his elder brother, was carelessly pushed and kicked during the dispute. She didn't even know that she was pregnant at that time. Dark red continuously surged up in his memories. The sound of footsteps, curses, cries of pain …
In the end, there was only a low sob.
People were divided into three, six, and nine, and within the three, six, and nine, they were further divided into three, six, and nine. Although the Bai family's young miss was wealthy in the eyes of the commoners, the house was large, and the Bai family was originally a commoner. Their days were not as glamorous as Su Qiao and the others thought. Everyone had no choice. In terms of doing something for Lotus Town, Bai Rouxia had really tried her best.
She lay on the bed. Her anger and resentment towards her elder brother, the pain and pain of losing her child, and all kinds of thoughts entangled her, making it difficult for her to recover from the illness. She was in a daze all day long.
She refused to see her elder brother, leaving only her husband Lin Yun to take care of her.
"Young master, Miss Su came to the residence. The head shopkeeper was angry and didn't want to see anyone. She sent her away, but Miss Su refused to leave no matter what, so I came to ask you to make an exception. "
Lin Yun held his wife's hand. His dry lips moved, and he said in a daze, "Sister Qiao … She … What's the matter?"
"She urgently needs two doses of Lonemoon Life-prolonging Grass, but Pharmacist Jiang's residence doesn't sell that kind of herb to commoners. She knows that we have it in our residence, so she wants to give it to …"
But Lin Yun only heard the words Lonemoon Life-prolonging Grass. He didn't even listen to who it was for, and he almost laughed self-deprecatingly. He didn't wait for the servant to finish, "Rouxia and I only took some of elder brother's most common dispelling instruments, and elder brother is already so harsh. The Lonemoon Life-prolonging Grass is one of the most precious herbs in Chong Hua. Elder brother spent a lot of effort to get the few doses in our residence from Pharmacist Jiang. Now, how can I dare to give it to her? How can I give it to her? "
The servant hesitated. He wanted to speak several times, but his eyes glanced at Bai Rouxia who was in a coma in the bed. In the end, he didn't dare to finish his words.
"Let Sister Qiao go back." Lin Yun said, "It's not that we don't want to, but we really … really can't do anything …"
"… Yes." The servant finally bowed and retreated to close the door.
When Gu Mang saw this, the words that Mo Xi said to him before seemed to echo in his ears.
"The shopkeeper said that something happened to her family. Her parents passed away one after another. They thought that she must have committed suicide because she was too sad. They originally had a son, but that son got married a long time ago. Later on, their interactions with them became very faint. When their parents fell ill, they didn't even come back to visit … "
Parents fell ill … Lonemoon Life-prolonging Grass … Miss Su …
Gu Mang suddenly felt a chill in his heart. This should be the time when Lin Yun's parents were infected with the disease and their lives were in danger. At this time, Su Qiao asked to see him outside. She must have come to ask for the herb for her adoptive parents. If that was the case, many things would make sense. Perhaps it was because Su Qiao was resentful after being rejected and thought that Lin Yun forgot her roots. Later on, Lin Yun's parents passed away one after another. Su Qiao couldn't bear it and her hatred twisted her, so she planned to coax Lin Yun and Lin Yun, who had just suffered the pain of losing their child, to come to town to ask for a child. Then, she killed the couple for revenge.
However, there were also many questions. For example, Lin Yun and Lin Yun weren't really heartless. They should have known about the death of Lin Yun's parents, but why didn't they have any reaction to it and even had the mood to ask for a child?
For example, Bai Rouxia's miscarriage happened not long after they got married. Su Qiao also came to ask for the Lonemoon Life-prolonging Grass at that time. If she didn't get the herb, the couple should have died long ago. However, according to the shopkeeper of the inn, Lin Yun's parents actually died recently. What was going on?
Another example was that Su Qiao was just an ordinary embroidery girl with no spiritual root. If she was really the murderer, how did she set up all these mysteries?
There were still many questions that couldn't be answered. Gu Mang knew that there must be some key. As long as he could solve it, then …
However, at this moment, the memory he was in suddenly shook violently.
Gu Mang was startled. He raised his head and looked around. His expression changed slightly. This was …
Immediately after, the blocks of color around him began to collapse and be destroyed. There was a cold and bitter sound of a Qiang flute that suddenly came from the outside, shattering all the memories in an instant. Gu Mang felt as if he had suddenly fallen into the sea after a rainstorm. The colors and warmth were gone. The memories that lingered in the depths of his mind were like scales in the sea. They flashed and sank.
Not good! Someone was invading from the outside!
"Ah! It's this flute sound! The person who dug me out and buried me under the peach tree! There were many times when he would play this flute under the peach tree after chanting the incantation! Aiyayaya, I can't listen to it! Every time I listen to it, I'll remember how I was wrongly killed. I'm so angry when I hear it! I'm going to kill someone! I'm going to kill someone! "
On the unmarked graveyard, the little wooden man screamed and spun around in place. It kept shouting, "I'm going to kill someone!"
"You can't kill anyone." Mo Xi didn't even look at it. In fact, at this moment, the little wooden man had already begun to uncontrollably erupt with hostility. It vomited large clouds of black smoke from its mouth.
"I — Ugh —! This — Ugh — what's going on? "
"Spirit Sealing Wood. No matter how deep your resentment is, if your cultivation is not high enough, you can only spit out black smoke from the wood." As Mo Xi answered it, he took out the last Thunder Protection Talisman from his Qiankun Bag. He bit the end of the gauze on his hand and loosened the bandage. His wounds didn't heal that quickly. Some of them were even stuck to the gauze. However, Mo Xi didn't care. His expression was solemn as he suddenly pulled the gauze off.
"Thunder Barrier, open!"
The talisman was suddenly ignited between two fingers. The barrier of light descended around Gu Mang.
"Come up." After doing all this, he reached out his hand to the little wooden man.
The little wooden man was still vomiting black smoke violently. "What — Ugh — What?"
"He can't be disturbed by other sounds." Mo Xi glanced at Gu Mang who was already frowning slightly. "The Thunder Talisman can't protect him for too long. I have to think of a way."
"Then why did you bring me along?!"
"Do you think I'll let you be alone with him?"
It was obvious that the other party had detected their movements and was playing the flute while hiding in the dark. The sound of the flute was imbued with the power to disturb people's hearts.
The little wooden man sat on Mo Xi's shoulder. At first, it was just vomiting black smoke. Not long after, it began to tremble all over. One or two flames appeared on the wood. "No, no … this Qiang flute … this Qiang flute sound … will … it will …"
It would evoke the most detestable memories in people's hearts.
This was not an ordinary instrument. The sound it played was not a simple attack or healing. This was a magic flute. It was obviously only one sound, but it seemed to attack from all directions. It made people unable to tell where the flute player was.
"I can't take it anymore!" The little wooden man wailed. Although there were no tears on its wooden face, it screamed hoarsely. Obviously, it had fallen into its last moments of hatred. "Why do you want to kill me?! Why do you want to use me as a scapegoat?! What does your quarrel have to do with me?! Don't touch me! I hate it … I hate it … "
Mo Xi's self-control was very good. He was able to endure it. But as the sound of the Qiang flute became more and more mournful, scenes of the past that made his insides burn appeared in front of his eyes.
His father's death in battle.
Mo Xianting's seizure of power.
The unlocked bedroom door. Mo Xianting's ferocious face. His mother's black hair on the table.
He suddenly half-knelt on the ground. His scarred palms supported himself between the withered branches and broken leaves. He formed the Heart Calming Incantation, temporarily suppressing the burning hatred in his chest.
"This is not the incantation of the Chong Hua …" He slowly raised his eyes. "It's the Soul Stealing Technique of the Liao Country."
As the descendant of four generations of generals, Mo Xi hated the dark cultivation of the enemy country. He gritted his teeth and said, "How can there be Devil Cultivators from the Liao Country in Lotus Town?!"
"I don't know, I don't know! I want to tear you all apart! I want to destroy your hypocrites! "The little wooden man's voice became sharper and higher." I want you all to die … I don't want to! I don't want to! "
The Burial Mound of Heaven and Earth was spinning. Mo Xi tried several times to summon the Snake Transformation Whip, but only a wisp of golden-red smoke came out of his fingertips. Then, the Ring of Trials on his wrist restrained his spiritual flow, accompanied by the faint voice of the Hidden Spirit Elder sealed in the Ring of Trials.
The weapon trial prohibited the summoning of any family's high-grade weapons.
"..." Mo Mie cursed in a low voice. The Devil Cultivators of the Liao Country had already infiltrated Chong Hua's village, but in the end, the weapons they left for him to use were only some ordinary iron weapons and a few elementary level spirit talismans!
The sound of the Qiang flute was like weeping and complaining, spreading all over the mountain. The sound of the flute was getting thicker and thicker, almost becoming a string of invisible chains, strangling Mo Xi's neck and penetrating his internal organs.
For a moment, he seemed to hear a familiar sorrowful war song among the rustling of the grass and trees, meandering from the deserted tombs and withered graves.
At the end of the year, yin and yang hastened the short scene, the frost and snow from the end of the world cleared the cold night.
The drums and horns sounded solemn and stirring, the Milky Way of the Three Gorges shook …
His vision became blurrier and blurrier.
Mo Xi vaguely saw a slender figure walking towards him amidst the sound of the flute. His silver armor was shining, and his appearance was solemn.
"Extinguish …"
"… Father …?"
In the mist, the man's face was blurred. He slowly approached Mo Quench and extended his palm. Behind him, black clouds of smoke billowed, "Good child, good child, come forward with me."
The sound of the Qiang flute lingered around them. It was so clear, as if the person playing the flute was sitting beside them.
Mo Xi closed his eyes. No. His father had died in battle long ago. This was fake. It was an illusion created by the magic flute. He did not move forward. He retreated, even though every step took a lot of effort, and every step was floating between reality and chaos …
In the fog, the man's face started to become ferocious. His eyes became long and narrow, but he still maintained the last trace of hypocrisy. "Extinguish, why don't you come over?"
"Why are you …" The sound of the flute suddenly became urgent. The man's face suddenly twisted and turned into a ferocious ghost. He suddenly pounced on Mo Xi, his voice sharp like an icicle. "You're not going to listen to me anymore?!!"
Darkness suddenly engulfed Mo Xi, and the cold air soaked him like seawater.
"Extinguish, don't you hate them?"
"They treated you like that. Don't you want to take revenge?!"
"Mo Xianting humiliated your mother. He bullied you …" The voice was like a nightmare. "He bullied you … take revenge on him … hate him … let me teach you …"
"Beep — —!!!"
While he was waking up from his dream, an extremely shrill and resounding sound suddenly rang out, as if a glaring fireball had shattered the darkness with a bang!
The fog and the illusion retreated like horses and disappeared in an instant.
"Beep — — Beep — —!"
The music that broke the spell continued to play. Mo Xi panted and got up from the ground. Even the little wooden man gradually stopped sobbing and cursing. It sat on Mo Xi's shoulder in a daze, and slowly came to its senses.
"This is …" Mo Xi listened for a moment. His expression was strange. "… Suona …"
That's right. This was the tune played by the suona. The sorrowful sound of the Qiang flute was crushed by the suona the moment it was played. The suona was like a gangster who bullied men and women. It went on a rampage on the unmarked graveyard and covered all the other noises in an instant.
The flute player struggled at first, wanting to play harder. However, it was useless. He only played two notes before the suona crushed it. The following notes were carried by the suona all the way to Java.
It was a war song filled with grievances. However, when the suona was played, the tune was strangled and turned into a messy and vulgar tune.
"Sleeping dragon and jumping horse finally return to the yellow earth. The sound of human affairs is lonely — —"
"Little sister, look back. Brother's friendship is everlasting!"
Mo Xi: "…"
If the situation allowed it, it would have been quite funny.
He heard the sound of withered leaves breaking behind him. He turned around and saw Gu Mang, who had woken up at some point, walking out under the setting sun.
Gu Mang held a long and simple suona in his hand. The white silk tied to the end fluttered in the wind.
His young face was full of contempt and disdain. With one hand on his waist, he stepped on the tombstone of an unlucky person and played the suona in the desolate graveyard of withered vines and old trees.
"Enter the light muslin tent with you — —"
It pierced through the clouds and the sun.
Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang. Gu Mang also noticed his junior brother's gaze.
Senior Brother Gu blinked his beautiful eyes. The setting sun shone on his brilliant face and covered his silhouette with a layer of lazy golden color.
"Don't be a lover — —!"
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