Exorcism

The fire was engulfing their homes. The surviving residents stood loosely nearby, quietly watching their belongings and relatives turn to ashes. There was no sadness or joy on their faces, but a look of confusion. Some people clearly had clear eyes in their hands. Carrying buckets and not stepping forward to put out the fire, more people were left empty-handed, as if the fire had nothing to do with them.

The population of the town was not large to begin with. At this time, there were only three or four hundred people left. They looked like small animals that had never seen wild beasts on an isolated island. They stared blankly at it showing off its power, not understanding what it meant, let alone Know that disaster is coming.

Humans and monsters are preparing for a decisive battle in the distance. The officials in the town bully the people as always, but this is not a fatal problem. The decisive battle will definitely win. The only question is who will be lucky enough to come back alive. The officials are easy to take care of, and how much should they pay? Everyone knows the price.

How could disaster happen out of nowhere? What about the Imperial Capital and Daotong Tower a hundred miles away? Aren’t Taoist priests protecting all humans? In the past year, the spells coming from there have made mortals feel happy and happy, making them believe that all problems will eventually be solved. However, what suddenly appeared was death.

The spell of Daotong Tower disappeared last night. The practitioners felt it clearly, but the mortals were unaware of it.

The fire gradually weakened, and the night showed its cold face again, as if silently mocking human ignorance. Only then did everyone realize that it took less than three hours from the disaster's onset to its end.

"What exactly is going on?"

"Where are the Lord Guards? Where are the errands? They should know something."

"They are all dead. I saw with my own eyes that the government office was hit by two fireballs one after another, and no one inside escaped."

"I'm the only one in the family who ran out of town. How can I explain it to the boss when he comes back? Wuwu..."

"Old Man Luo, isn't this your son? Didn't he... didn't he die a few months ago?"

"The fire was rekindled. Look, my son is not the only one alive."

Although they did not receive any explanation, the survivors finally got rid of their confusion and showed their emotions. Some people stamped their feet and cursed in the street, some shouted pain weapons, some felt deeply grateful, and some rushed into the ruins of the town to find some usable belongings. There were several young people in the crowd who attracted special attention. They were supposed to join the army, but they all died of illness or were missing for various reasons, but now they are all standing here alive.

The people in the government were burned to death, so the people naturally wouldn't mind their own business.

Three figures flew from a distance, one landed on the ground and the other two stayed in mid-air.

"It's the Talisman Master!" The crowd shouted and surrounded him, asking about the situation.

The fallen Talisman Master was about forty years old, wearing a seven-fold crown, and should be an important figure in Longbin Club. He raised his hands and said majestically: "Listen, everyone within a radius of five hundred miles is under attack. Five hundred miles away is under attack." The situation a hundred miles away is unclear, but the imperial capital is still there, and everyone has taken refuge there. "

Everyone had more questions, "What are these fires about? Are the monsters attacking?" "Do Emperor Ci and Empress Xun know these things?" "Why don't the Taoist priests put out the fires?"

The seventh-level crown talisman master waved his hand and said with a hint of anger: "I don't have time to explain this to you. If you still want to survive, go to the east. Long Bin will recruit labor, and everyone over the age of fifteen and under forty will stand. Come out, regardless of gender.”

"What? Even women have to work as laborers? You're still a child at fifteen."

The seventh-layered crown was furious and threw a paper talisman on the ground. A thick smoke rose more than ten feet high. The people all shut up. They had long been accustomed to obeying the government's orders. If there was a loophole to exploit, they would naturally not Let him go, but no one dares to resist in front of the official.

Talisman masters are not official servants, they have a higher status than official servants.

A few young people who had escaped conscription were the first to go to the place designated by the Talisman Master, looking back at their parents with pale faces, followed by more than twenty young women. There were some boys and girls in the crowd who bent their knees to appear shorter, but they were all pointed out by the Seventh Crown.

"He is only fourteen years old, Mr. Talisman Master, only fourteen years old. One of his brothers has been taken away by the Holy Talisman Army. My man has just been burned to death." An old woman begged.

"As long as you are tall enough." The Sevenfold Crown pushed away the nagging old woman, and the sacrificial talisman transformed three long logs, ordering the selected laborers to sit on them. "This is a battle of unprecedented scale. Enemies come from all directions. , no one can escape, everyone must participate, today it is them, tomorrow it will be you. "

Three talisman masters in the air and on the ground sacrificed talismans at the same time, and took nearly fifty young men and women into the air, flying to the southwest. Most of the mortals on the log were in the sky for the first time in their lives, and they were too frightened to move. I couldn't even look back at my loved ones.

This recruitment was even short-lived, as sudden as the fire attack, and it was irregular. Even the names of the people were not recorded. It was not until the Talisman Master disappeared that the people realized it, and it was too late to ask questions.

Families who once again lost their loved ones burst into tears.

"Stop crying, go to the Imperial Capital, maybe you can see them there."

"But the Talisman Master took them to the southwest. Isn't the Imperial Capital in the southeast?"

The remaining people had no other choice but to take their few belongings with them and walk slowly up the official road to the imperial capital. Sometimes they cried sadly, and sometimes they sighed in confusion. If not, there was still somewhere else to go. , they are really going to collapse.

At dawn, a small group of knights came galloping from the direction of the imperial capital. The people stopped by the roadside, feeling a sense of hope in their hearts.

There are ten knights in total, nine Yellow Talisman Army soldiers and a fifth-level crown Talisman Master wearing iron armor.

"You people, where do you want to go?" the fifth-level crown talisman master asked politely. He was very young, about twenty-three or four years old, with an exquisite face of a nobleman.

"Go to the imperial capital to take refuge." Someone replied timidly. Although Long Binhui had a higher status, the people were still more afraid of soldiers wearing armor. If there was a tolerance for wearing swords, they would be even more afraid.

The five-layered crown frowned slightly, and waited for the people to gather around before saying loudly: "Last night, the Daotong Tower collapsed, and the imperial capital was destroyed by sky fire. We, the royal family of the Fu family, survived and have set up a camp thirty miles away from here. You and everyone can Go and defect."

This news suddenly caused the crowd to explode, surrounding the ten knights, and the people behind them hurriedly caught up.

"Didn't you say that Huangjing is fine?" "Where are the people who were taken away?" "Give me back my son!" "Give me back my daughter!"

The five-layered crown had never experienced anything like this. His face turned red, and no one listened to what he said. Finally, nine soldiers pulled out their talisman swords, and the people stopped the siege. Many people were still crying.

The five-layered crown breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't panic, just listen to what I say. The imperial capital was hit by a disaster, and all life was in ruins. The Fu family's royal family tried to turn the tide and save the people from the fire and water. Only Long Binhui spent dozens of nights, taking advantage of this situation. The country is in crisis and I want to establish my own business. I am Fu Lin, a member of the royal family, and I am ordered to hunt down the traitors. "

The people looked at the young knight blankly, not understanding a word he said.

The five-layered crown had to change his way of speaking, "Dozens of high-level Talisman masters from Longbinhui betrayed the Holy Talisman Dynasty. They took away your relatives and they have no good intentions."

The crowd was quiet for a while, then suddenly there was a loud cry, and the worst thing happened.

The five-layered crown kept waving his hands to signal the people to stop crying, "Where are the traitors of Fulu Master fleeing? Wait for me to lead my troops to capture him."

After everyone understood this sentence, they all pointed to the southwest. One of the people was not so gullible, and bravely said loudly: "Those three talisman masters can fly, you can't - can you beat them?"

"The traitor has a guilty conscience, how dare he resist the Holy Talisman Army?"

The people were silent. They didn't understand magic and couldn't tell who was strong and who was weak. But from the words of this royal Fu Lin, they couldn't hear the possibility of victory.

Fu Lin noticed the distrust of the people, felt slightly annoyed, and waved his hand. Nine soldiers behind him rushed up to disperse the crowd. Fu Lin rode forward, secretly determined to capture the betrayer in one fell swoop.

The people who fled were either old people or children. Fu Lin saw two exceptions, a middle-aged man with tattered clothes and an ugly appearance, and a young and beautiful woman wearing a flame robe. The woman hid behind the man, not like a husband and wife, but also Not like a master or a servant, but like a kidnapper.

Normally, Fu Lin would have minded such a noisy matter, but today he had important matters at hand. He hesitated for a moment, but hurried away, deeply sympathizing with the woman's experience.

The fleeing people fell into panic. Some people continued to move forward, hoping that the royal camp really existed, while others stayed where they were and were at a loss.

The old Luo couple didn't move, the old woman was crying, and the old man was restless. He finally left his son at home, but he didn't expect that he was deceived by the talisman master of Long Binhui. If he had known this, he might as well have become a soldier, at least he could have escaped this. Tribulation.

In critical moments, some people's minds work faster. Old Man Luo also saw a man and a woman standing on the roadside. They looked too young among the refugees, and their faces were unfamiliar. No one could remember how they got into the team.

Old Man Luo remembered the tattered clothes.

The old woman stopped crying and looked at her husband in surprise, not understanding what he was going to do.

"I recognize you, are you... are you Mu Xingqiu?" Old Man Luo believed that there would be no such tattered clothes within dozens of miles.

Mu Xingqiu hummed, and Zuo Liuying asked him to come up with a new name, but since the other party remembered him, there was no need to make it up.

"You've become different."

"Um."

"Did you kill the succubus?"

Mu Xingqiu pointed at Shou Que behind him.

Old Man Luo was shocked. He remembered that this woman was the succubus in white, but she was much younger and timid, and she didn't have that crazy energy.

Old Man Luo knelt down and said, "Please save my son."

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. He didn't catch up with the three talisman masters recruiting labor. Even if he caught up, he might not interfere. He walked among the crowd and just wanted to feel their emotions, not help.

"The disaster is not over yet. You will die eventually. What's the point of rescuing you?" Mu Xingqiu said this without feeling guilty at all.

But Old Man Luo just kowtowed. Some people saw this and came over to kowtow. They didn't know why, but they didn't dare to breathe. Mu Xingqiu remained unmoved. When the people kowtowed, he shook his head and said, "I have no reason to do this. This is meaningless, there is still magic power waiting to be unleashed in heaven and earth, you should still care about your own life and death."

Mu Xingqiu was not very good at casting spells, but his senses were extremely keen. He realized that the sky fire last night was just the beginning. He didn't know when the next disaster would come. Mortals had nowhere to escape, and most Talisman masters would not survive.

Old Man Luo raised his head and finally understood that begging was useless. Half desperate and half angry, he said loudly: "You have eaten a bowl of porridge from my house."

"I have eaten it." Mu Xingqiu still remembered the taste of that bowl of porridge. For a hungry person, it was an impressive delicacy.

"I demand something in return." Old Man Luo said louder. The people who knelt down with him were extremely surprised. They wanted to risk each other over a bowl of porridge. Even in the most loyal era, it seemed that this was not possible.

Mu Xingqiu did not refuse immediately, he felt a weak emotion arise in his heart.