The night gradually darkened, the Venomous Serpent Valley which had been immersed in the intangible tension for an entire day also seemed to slowly enter into a deep slumber, the dim lights slowly extinguished, other than that cold and lonely mourning hall. The door of the mourning hall was still opened outwards, the cold night wind blew past, blowing the still burning candles in the hall until they flickered, casting strange shadows on the ground. Far outside the door, in the silence, there seemed to be a voice softly whispering, like crying, like low laughter and also like the sound of the wind blowing the trees, making one unable to hear it clearly, only felt a chill in one's heart.
From the few remaining candles in the mourning hall that were still struggling at death's door, one could see that there was a faint mist drifting outside the house at night in this valley. It was like a light smoke, drifting back and forth in the darkness and shadows, changing into all kinds of shapes. And in the mourning hall, the person keeping vigil throughout the night, was still only Qin WuYan.
He was still kneeling in front of the coffin, his head lowered, his eyes drifting, as if looking at some unknown place. The copper basin in front of him was already filled with the black ashes of the burnt paper money, trembling with the night wind that blew in, occasionally one or two pieces of ashes would be blown up by the wind, left the copper basin, slowly drifting in the house and then most of them would quietly land on the offering table in front of the coffin, on the three sacrificial dishes.
Unknowingly, was there still a pair of eyes, watching all of this? Footsteps were suddenly heard, stepping on the flat ground into the mourning hall. Qin WuYan's body shook, no matter who it was, the footsteps behind him at this moment, would not be a pleasant thing. He turned around and frowned. His expression was one of surprise. It was obvious that the person who had come was not within his expectations. Reflected in his eyes was a tall figure but his attire was very different from the ordinary Evil Sect disciples, dressed in a Taoist robe, his square face solemn, it was Evil Sect Wan Du Clan's Taoist Cang Song.
Qin WuYan looked at Cang Song, Cang Song also looked at Qin WuYan, both of them did not speak, then Cang Song walked straight to the offering table in front of the coffin, picked up the incense on the table, placed it on a candle and lit it, respectfully bowed to the memorial tablet, stepped forward and inserted the candle into the incense burner. Qin WuYan patiently watched Taoist Cang Song's every move, from the beginning to the end, when Taoist Cang Song turned around again, Qin WuYan slightly lowered his head, considered a disciple returning the bow, although his face was expressionless but his tone was still very calm, politely said, "Thank you priest." Taoist Cang Song nodded his head, said, "Me and the elderly are after all the host and guest, although this incense stick is a little late but it is still my regards." Taoist Cang Song was still kneeling, Taoist Cang Priest Cang Qin WuYan and said, "Taoist Cang Cang Qin, Song.
Taoist Cang Song stared at Qin WuYan, looked for a while, suddenly laughed and said, "Qin GongZi, you seem to not like me all along." Qin WuYan's eyes lifted slightly, as if he did not expect Taoist Cang Song to suddenly ask such a question, felt it was strange but after looking at Taoist Cang Song for a while, he still calmly said, "Priest has misunderstood, your excellency is my teacher's guest when he was still alive, in Wan Du Clan you are also considered as a highly respected senior, WuYan do not dare to slight you.
Just that now my teacher has unfortunately passed away, my heart is grieving, if I have been disrespectful or disrespectful, I hope senior will be magnanimous enough to forgive me. " Taoist Cang Song still had a smile on his face, his eyes slowly turned to God of Poison's memorial tablet, in front of that tablet, the box containing Wan Du Clan's official seal was quietly placed there. Taoist Cang Song looked for a while, suddenly a few low and strange sounds were heard from his body, like some insect cries, Qin WuYan's countenance changed slightly, Taoist Cang Song was also surprised but then suddenly laughed and said, "Old head ah old head, you should be able to go in peace, look at the one you have taught, there is actually such an outstanding disciple, really not simple at all!"
Qin WuYan's face darkened, a sharp glint indistinctly flashed past his eyes, in a deep voice said, "Taoist Cang Song, what did you say?" Taoist Cang Song turned his head, smiled but did not speak, only gently pulled up his sleeve. Qin WuYan's pupils contracted, saw a small box tied to Taoist Cang Song's arm, that strange sound was heard again from inside, clearly heard.
Taoist Cang Song's face carried a mysterious smile, slowly stretched his hand towards the memorial tablet but when the box tied to his wrist was slightly near the tablet where Wan Du Clan's official seal was placed, the box in front of the tablet, also suddenly emitted a deep but very clear insect cries, that sound sounded exactly the same as the one on Taoist Cang Song's wrist. Taoist Cang Song slowly retracted his arm, turned and looked at Qin WuYan, indifferently said, "Seven-tailed centipede?"
Qin WuYan inhaled deeply, closed his eyes, when he opened them again, his eyes glowed brightly, his entire person suddenly changed from that silent and dispirited feeling to sharp and capable, he slowly stood up from the ground, a pair of eyes staring intently at Taoist Cang Song, unhurriedly repeated, "Seven-tailed centipede!" The dark and gloomy mourning hall, after he stood there, suddenly seemed to brighten up, the cold atmosphere in the air also disappeared, what remained, was only a sharp murderous intention.
Taoist Cang Song, however, did not seem to have any fear, instead looked as if he did not feel the changes in the surroundings and asked Qin WuYan with a composed expression, "You say, if your teacher knew that his disciples had been fooling around in front of his coffin not long after his death, he would be very angry right?"
Qin WuYan coldly snorted, said, "Teacher he was wise and intelligent, he had long seen through this so called etiquette, not to mention being disrespectful in front of his memorial tablet, even if us disciples were to fight and kill each other here, he would most probably just smile and watch the show." Taoist Cang Song slowly nodded, suddenly sighed and said, "It is indeed so, I have been with the old head day and night for these ten years, with his character, I'm afraid it is really so."
Speaking, he looked at Qin WuYan, smiled and said, "Didn't expect that the time you spent with him was the shortest but instead among all the disciples, you are the one who understood him the best." Qin WuYan's expression did not change but he took a step forward, coldly said, "Priest you, aren't you also very outstanding, not only have you seen through teacher clearly, even my every movement, cannot escape your eyes!" Taoist Cang Song's smile froze slightly, his eyes glanced at Qin WuYan's footsteps, suddenly said, "Now it is already past your teacher's seventh day right?" Qin WuYan was surprised, did not know what Taoist Cang Song's sudden question meant but tonight this person's attitude was really strange, unfathomable, moreover he had already seen through the tricks he did on the head's seal, most likely he could not be allowed to live.
Qin WuYan thought so in his heart, his mouth indifferently said, "Now it is the Chou hour, it has just passed, why, priest could it be that you have any advice?" Speaking, he took a step closer to Taoist Cang Song. Taoist Cang Song instead took a step back, nodded and said, "That's good, to let your teacher pass the seventh day safely, it can be considered as a token of my appreciation."
Qin WuYan was surprised, without waiting for him to react, Taoist Cang Song suddenly moved, in a blink flashed to the entrance of the mourning hall, raised his voice and loudly said, "Yi, sect head's official seal … ah …" His first few words were filled with astonishment, halfway through his words, he was obviously still standing at his original position but Taoist Cang Song suddenly cried out in pain as if he was heavily injured, as if he was sneak attacked by someone. Qin WuYan's face immediately changed colour but it was already too late to stop him, Taoist Cang Song's voice was already in the silent and serene Venomous Serpent Valley.
Reverberated incessantly, the next moment there seemed to be echoes bouncing over from afar, the entire valley was filled with indistinct sounds of "ah". At the beginning, the valley seemed to be startled by something, almost even more deathly silent than before but after a moment, numerous noises surged from every corner of the valley, like waves crashing loudly but numerous people who were already prepared for battle leapt out, all kinds of questioning, scolding, reprimanding, commanding voices merged into one, transformed into invisible waves, gushing towards this mourning hall from all directions.
Taoist Cang Song turned his head and smiled, waved his hand at the ashen-faced Qin WuYan, said, "My good nephew, as your uncle I will help you, in the future if you are able to sit on the head's throne, you must not forget today's favour!" Then without further words, his figure flashed, the moment before Qin WuYan reached the door, he swiftly flew into the darkness outside the door, in a blink disappeared.
Qin WuYan leaned against the door and panted, his eyes filled with rage, evidently Taoist Cang Song's sudden appearance had completely disrupted his wishful thinking, right now the surroundings were a boiling cauldron of voices, the mourning hall was about to be surrounded by the three senior brothers' numerous men, Qin WuYan fiercely stamped his feet, made a prompt decision, like Taoist Cang Song, he plunged into the darkness outside the house, after a moment he disappeared. The next moment, numerous Wan Du Clan disciples with torches and sharp blades in their hands, under the leadership of the God of Poison's three great disciples, aggressively charged into the God of Poison's mourning hall. And after a moment of silence, angry cries sounded in the Venomous Serpent Valley, immediately engulfed the entire valley. The night, turned darker.
When the first ray of light from the rising sun shone onto the earth, Taoist Cang Song who had flown out from the Venomous Serpent Valley without anyone noticing, was already flying in the air on his sword, appeared above a small city four hundred miles away from the Venomous Serpent Valley. He looked carefully around the small city and then seemed to have discovered something, immediately landed on a small hill in the north of the city. This nameless small hill was mostly filled with wild maple trees, looking down from the sky, it was a stretch of red, extremely beautiful. Before the maple forest, right now stood three men and one woman, it was Ghost King, Mr Ghost, Ghost Li and YouJi.
Seeing Cang Song landing, Ghost King's face revealed a trace of smile, went up and said, "How is it, still successful?" Taoist Cang Song nodded and said, "As expected by sect head, Qin WuYan's injuries have indeed recovered and he tampered with the box containing the Wan Du Clan's official seal, most likely he placed the seven-tailed centipede inside, no matter who opens the box, as long as Qin WuYan secretly manipulates it, no one will be able to escape the seven-tailed centipede's bite.
With the seven-tailed centipede's poison, most likely that person will die. " Ghost King laughed loudly, turned and spoke to Mr Ghost and the rest, "Look, these old fashioned methods that have already been used countless times, there are actually still people using it!" Ghost Li's face was indifferent, did not say anything, YouJi also remained silent, only Mr Ghost indifferently said, "The method is indeed somewhat outdated but as long as it is useful, it is a good method." Ghost King nodded and said, "That's right, speaking of which God of Poison senior is also considered a formidable character in our holy sect, why is it that his disciples are all such characters, really disappointing."
Taoist Cang Song smiled and said, "But that Qin WuYan is indeed considered a good character, such a pity." Ghost King glanced at him and could not help but laughed out again, everyone did not speak for the moment, Ghost Li stood beside, quietly glanced at Ghost King, frowned, for some reason, he felt that Ghost King was behaving strangely today.
But Ghost Li's thought did not go too deep because very quickly, in the small city ahead which had just woken up in the morning, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly erupted, very soon, numerous screams were heard everywhere, among them clearly someone filled with terror shouted, "Evil beasts, the evil beasts are here …" Piercing and cruel screams were heard, from the southern side of the small city, in the distant peaceful plains suddenly waves of smoke and dust rose, as if charging warriors formed into a magnificent army, charging over with unstoppable force. That from far to near, mixed with excited roars and shouts, carrying a thirst for blood swarmed over, the five Ghost King sect disciples standing at the other end of the small city all rose into the air, flew towards the small city.
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