Meet the moon again

Chapter 52

"Is there anything wrong with their brains? Can you still hear the sound of the sea if you shake it?" Sayuri's voice raised eight points, almost startling the birds in the tree.Lin Chulan spread her hands and pressed down, signaling her to calm down.

"I really can figure it out. What about Phytolaca, he just stared at it?" Said Baihe still had an impatient look on her face, but her voice was finally a little lower.

Yu Ci: "I heard that he was locked up."

"Then what are you waiting for, first go fish out Shang Yao and then save him..."

Lin Chulan interrupted her lightly: "It's useless."

Sayuri turned her gaze to meet him, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"This matter was a foregone conclusion a hundred years ago. You can't change anything by stopping it now, but it just makes yourself feel better." Lin Chulan said, moving her gaze to the altar.Several [-]-year-old girls folded their hands, and a clear and unfamiliar tune slowly flowed out of their mouths, echoing in the valley.But no matter how they listened to it at this time, it made them feel creepy.

"What's more, even if you stop it, tomorrow will be the same scene. These things will not deviate from their original track, and will just repeat themselves in front of you over and over again until you give up changing it." When Lin Chulan spoke in the past, her tone There is always some unseriousness mixed in, which makes people want to argue with him and slap him a few times, but now he is serious, with a sense of deep and serious, which makes Sayuri a little uncomfortable .

Zhong Qing asked, "What do you mean?"

"When we first came, we tried to change it. It was the black cat Yu Ci mentioned earlier. It seemed to be a descendant of some spirit beast. It was skinned and cramped on the altar that year, and exposed to the sun for three days. I immediately The two couldn't stand it anymore, they snatched it at first and disturbed their sacrifice, but the next day...we saw the same scene again." Lin Chulan paused, and said, "If you don't tell me, I will forget it, These are things in the past, we are all bystanders, there is nothing we can do."

Sayuri's mouth moved, and it felt like she was gnashing her teeth.

"What the hell is he trying to do! Just want us to see a part of the past!" She cursed angrily, leaning against a tree trunk with her sword in her arms.

The sky gradually darkened, and the distant mountains seemed to be swallowed by the red clouds in the sky, and the edges of the mountains were smudged and softened.

The setting sun is approaching, and the dusk is gradually closing.

The girl's singing became longer and longer, the bronze drum rang loudly and softly, and the copper bells also shook one after another, the crisp sound was carried far away.A priest in black robes held a scepter in his hand and climbed onto the high platform. Behind him was a middle-aged man with a cold face, white hair on his sideburns, and wrinkles on his eyes and forehead. It should be the master of this village.

The priest had a cold iron mask on his face, so that no one could see his face, and the voice coming out of the mask was a bit muffled and muffled.None of the four present knew the language of the place, and after hearing him humming a few words, someone escorted Shang Yao up to the high platform.

She seemed to be asleep, with her head tilted to the left, and her whole body looked soft.Those strong men tied her to a wooden post in the haystack and left in a hurry.The priest walked to the table, touched the bowl of water with his free hand, and quickly sprinkled it on Shang Yao's eyebrows, fixing her head on the wooden pillar firmly like a needle.

The big master bowed and knelt down, chanting aloud the language that only belonged to them.Thinking about it left and right, it is about the same as when the emperors offered sacrifices to heaven in ancient times.

Inserting the incense into the incense table in his hand, the incense ash was shaken off the table, and a hole was scalded in the dark silk cloth as soon as it was placed.

The next moment, the priest's robe was lifted, and no one saw how he moved, but saw several short silver nails flying out of his sleeves, and nailed straight into Shang Yao's big holes all over his body.

"what--"

The shrill scream almost pierced the sky, and Shang Yao suddenly opened his eyes.Those almond eyes were covered with a layer of gray mist, and they were no longer as bright as they used to be, and then blood began to ooze from the bottom of her eyes, continuously flowing down her cheeks, dripping into the pile of dead wood and grass.

Accompanied by this is Qi Lin's muffled hum.

Zhong Qing's palm seemed to be lit on fire, it was so hot.Qi Linde's whole body began to tremble, and he moaned again and again.

"Qi Lin?"

"No..." His paws clasped the flesh of Zhongqing, drawing a shallow scar on it.Love's blood mingled in his fur, gluing the fur on his front paws together.

He wanted to say "it's okay", but the pain in his body didn't make him happy.

With a twist of Zhong Qing's wrist, her fingertips touched his body, and began to send spiritual power into his body.But this little bit of spiritual power was just to stop the boiling water, and it couldn't relieve his pain much.

The priest lit a fire on the pile of dead wood and grass, and the tongue of flame shot up more than one meter high, gradually swallowing Shang Yao down.

"I hurt..." His voice was soft and soft, and Zhong Qing comforted and stroked his back, and the spiritual power in his hands continued to flow into his spiritual veins.

The scene in front of him was replaced by a bright red, all Qi Lin could feel was the overwhelming heat and the continuous pain from his body.At such a moment, he seemed to merge with Shang Yao on the high platform, and the pain the other party suffered was transferred to him intact.

He suddenly realized that maybe the magic pill in his body was not from Phytophthora.Perhaps from the beginning to the end, it was only Shang Yao who became a demon.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to... feel so empathetic.

At the moment when he saw Shang Lu, it didn't matter whether Shang Yao's obsession was brought to him through the magic pill in his body, or something else.What matters is what the caster wants to get from him through this illusion.Shang Yao has been dead for so many years, if it is just the most common phantom in front of him, he should not have been restricted since he came in, nor should he be affected by her in the phantom.

Unless, there is still her consciousness and a strand of her soul here.

Qi Lin thought of the black line before, which led them to the deep pit, and brought them here again.If the owner of the black thread and the caster are two people, is it Shang Yao who is secretly helping each other?

"Look!" Sayuri suddenly called out.Qi Lin raised his head with difficulty, but the pain in his body was relieved a lot.

He vaguely saw a figure rushing out of the woods, struggling to push aside the crowd.

"He escaped." Lin Chulan murmured.

"The sacrificial ceremony is almost over, stop him!" The head on the high platform yelled, and those middle-aged people rushed up, but Shang Lu had the physique of practicing martial arts and hunting since he was a child, and his skills were among his peers. The outstanding person, he turned over a young man who was rushing, and raised his hand to catch the fist that was greeted by another person. In a blink of an eye, he had already jumped up the steps of the high platform.

"Nizi!" The boss hurried forward to stop him, but he didn't want Shang Lu to raise his bloodshot eyes, and asked coldly, "Why her! You promised me!"

The priest turned his head and said, "Shangyao, the lone star of Tiansha, is a disaster."

"She's not." Shang Lu gritted his teeth, avoiding the hands of the big boss who came to catch him, and slashed the back of his neck with his backhand, put his fainted father aside, and rushed straight into the fire.

The tongue of fire licked the corner of his clothes, and the scorched sizzling sound spread outward.

Shang Lu caressed Shang Yao's face, met her lifeless eyes, and finally let out a desperate hiss.

The priest also ignored him, probably thinking that Shanglu would not be able to make much trouble.There was an extra brass bell in his hand, which was shaking wildly with his movements.

"I'm going to become a demon..." Qi Lin said.

"Who? Pokemon?" Sayuri asked.

"It's Shang Yao."

As soon as Zhong Qing finished speaking, everyone saw a gust of wind on the altar, and the flames turned in a different direction, and Shang Lu was blown away first.The villagers under the altar seemed to have never heard of this episode, and they still sang the songs left by their ancestors calmly with their eyes closed.

"But becoming a demon shouldn't be..."

A wave of devilish energy suddenly gushed out from the mountains and forests, so strong that it seemed to cover the sky and the earth.As soon as the priest's hand was drawn and released, the devilish energy seemed to be drawn by his hands, and all of them gathered towards him, circling around Shang Yao.

"I x..." Said Baihe burst out and took a step back unconsciously.The work of the Special Investigation Bureau has always been simple. She has seen a lot of ghosts, but she has never encountered monsters at all. Even if she met an ancestor like Qi Lin later, she has never felt such a suppressed and tyrannical demonic energy from him.

Lin Chulan said: "Is he trying to help Shang Yao become a demon..."

Zhong Qing hugged Qi Lin tightly, and held the saber around his waist with his other hand.

He didn't answer, but just looked at the priest on the stage coldly.Years of experience told him that this priest was not an ordinary person, and what happened next might not be in their imagination.

The priest held up the scepter in his hand, and the decoration on the head of the scepter had peeled off, revealing the slender blade inside.In an instant, the white blade pierced the night and burst into the flames.

Qi Lin's chest hurt again, as if something was beating on his chest, trying to escape from his body.

The blade sank into the flesh, Shang Lu turned his head and gave Shang Yao a last look, and silently made a mouth shape.

A tear flowed from the corner of Shang Yao's eyes, mixed with her blood, and drowned in the fire together.

The priest drew out the blade in his hand, and was thrown off the altar by the wind when he wanted to do it.

The girl's slender figure was reflected in the firelight, her hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her limbs were burned by the flames, leaving only gray and black charred flesh.She tilted her head, Shanglu leaned against her chest, as quiet as if she was asleep.

Her whole body was entwined with resentment, ghost energy, and other auras, except that there was no devil energy.

Zhong Qing said coolly: "Be careful."

In the next second, he flicked his thumb upwards, and the long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the iron brilliance pierced through the night for thousands of miles.

The black air that was about to enter Shang Yao's body suddenly turned his head and looked at where they were standing.

It's like the ink in an ink painting is smeared, and the scenery in the painting is completely distorted. The mountains are not mountains, and the water is not water. Only they, Shang Yao, and countless thick fogs are left in the whole world.

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Shang Yao: I have become a demon, playing starfish [bushi]